I lost all the magic
Now I am just
A leftover
On the beach
Waiting for the
Birds to eat me
In the sun
Passed Greatness
Meadows
The late evening
Were filled Sounds
Vibrations from another
Century another lifetime
People, friends long gone
Talking laughing and screaming
The mist made them invisible
Indivisible from the trees in the forest
Maybe it all happened inside
The dreams of past summers
Still I meet them there every midsummer night
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A Trapped Enigma
The night is not dark
More blue and filled with errors
This is the twilight zone
A place for melancholy
And desire
Long gone memories returning
To the land of the dead
Fear and frozen fingers
Silence and mosquitos
Only the tiny creek
Provides some distracting noise
Listen, listen
Because you will not hear
Anything
Unless you are humble and patient
The forgotten gods is almost gone
Still present in the
White summer night
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Sunday Misery Mystery
This is a truly
Bad day a time
For failure
And suffering
But…
I am enjoying the sun
Why waste time
On trying the illusion of success
When life is just outside the window
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Process
Outside the world
Inside my mind
Listening to the world
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The Dots
Connecting and putting
All the dots together
Forming new patterns
Unknown but workable
For some time
Bringing back life
And connection to
Isolated mental villages
Building roads takes time
Building meaning even more so
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One night
An evil angel came
To visit my house
Sent by God
I received him
As a friend and a brother
(As if angels ever could be brothers)
He told me
I am here to connect you
With whole wide world
In your head
One by one
The humans will come
And tell their story
Until you are dead
How could I say no
To the will of God
From that day on
This is my fate
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Makings of the World
Do I believe
In making
The world
A better place?
No I don’t
This is not my world
Soon I will be gone
Other will come
They will make it worse
Soon they will be gone
And others will come
And maybe make this
World a “better place”
They will be gone too
And in the end
Good and bad
Will be gone beyond
Recognition
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The Maze
When ones mind is restless
Wandering, meandering
Away
Quickly to unknown destinations
Into the past or present even the future
Late at night or early morning
When small things becomes big
And big things small
Know then that this too
Shall pass
And leave the mind to itself
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The Fear
Being near any of your fears
Gives for a short moment
An enormous energy
Getting older makes time
Going faster because
You stop feeling as intensely
Confronting strong feelings
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