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No Sleep

Sleeping with tigers

Gives no peace of mind

Moving the worrisome

Burden of being a man

Into a fake battle

Between women and men

Young and old

There is no place

For solidarity and caring

Or Sharing no no no

Only take and steel

Plunder and destroy

Society will scream

With joy

The world belongs to the

Narcissistic thief

To his and her relief

The honest man will

Always be punished

The good man lose

You just have to choose

Live or lose

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Run Rerun Return Repeat

The mind runs around

In circles

While the body still sleeps

Visiting the same places

Again and agin in the

Dream

Life was hard on me

Creating wounds

That will not heal

In a lifetime

Still every day

We, me and my body

Get up, go to work

Fight the fights of the day

And return home

In order to rerun

The show in perpetual pattern

That is what life is a show

But no one is watching

No one really cares

We are just machinery

And decoration sometimes

Only at night do we

Leave on vacation

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The Thing of Being

Frustration is hereditary

And depression as well

Just a few moments

In the sun

Then endless

Landscapes of grey clouds

The sun sets and the night

Starless and windy

Sets in

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Family

Shame and guilt

For failing to succeed

Failing to be viable

Causing distress and sorrow

Just standing in the shadow

While the happy ones

Throw rocks and insults

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Radical Exclusion Zone

Working to end this session of being outsider

Inside the big successful city,

It has been a long and lonely run

Everything here has turned exclusive and expensive

The poor has been driven out while rich has grown

Even richer

I have been on the run from success for a long time now

No peace of mind, still this have to be done

The Re entering getting back to the insiders

Nervous corner a place

where everyone is afraid of falling of the cliff

Whatever helps me, makes me happy

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Running Wild

Stress, being afraid to lose

The grip, the control

In a fighting mode

Ready and prepared

Still not present

Avoiding the fight

So I have to get down

Feeling that I can

Take the fight

Eventually

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Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

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Broken Mind

Working with difficult matters

I lost my strength

Trying to lift heavy things

With a broken arm

But a life without love

Is always hard to stand

That fills up my time and thoughts

There are no solutions,

No easy way out,

breaking up is hard

Staying is also hard,