A Place To Rest The Mind
Our vision changes
New passions new fears
Nothing remains the same
Still almost everything remains
The surface and the depth changes
What we talk about changes
Unthinkable things like
Talking about sex or admitting
Psychiatric diagnosis in public
Becomes the new normal
Our patterns stay the same
No one will see us
Because in all that visibility
We are invisible
Only the cold stone
In the bottom of the cave
Confirms in their own way
Our physical existence
Intelligence is such a beautiful illusion
A few years ago I tried to think
Like many things in lives
It showed out to be
Much more complicated
Then I ever imagined
Bringing a tense intense
Quality into life
A sort of reverse result
From drinking wine
We have our dreams
Our stupid illusion
Given by the creator
For his amusement
And the readers delight
We strive and fight
Day and night
We are created for someone’s
Else enjoyment and capital gains
The profit is not ours but the
Owner of the publishing company
Still at night we dream of freedom to
Live a normal life with work, wife and
Mortgages to pay, going to the pub and play
Maybe even turn gay
But hey we do not exist
No passport , no ID
Never born, never dead
We are only character
Leaving in a leaking shed
In the author’s head
Losing my mind
All the thing
All the thoughts
Are being demolished
Destroyed
Soon I will not know
Who I once was
Just a human leftover
In a big city
Blinded by your beauty
In all the ugliness
I fainted
And went into dreaming
About what you would become
And why we would make
A terrible couple
So I continue to read my
Newspaper
Slowly sipping my tea
I have no hope and no fear
Just a feeling of being free
Free like Kazantzakis
Reading the writings on the dirty wall
Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete
A game of words
Leading to this conclusion
Still so tempting for
The tired mind
Non existent work of art
Visible in the mind
Or through a digital lens
A parallel universe
Moving along with us
Normality with a twist
Slowly disintegrates our mind
And consciousness
Transforming it to something unknown
Cold and frozen
Fear of losing control
Still control is an illusion
When it comes to the mind
Only if your subconscious agrees
Is anything possible
Living in this limbo
My mind wants one thing
The rest has other things in mind
Slowly by writing
The mind regain
It’s vigour and lust
For life and action
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
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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It is all about words. Your words are enough to shatter someone's heart. Your words are enough to make a broken heart unbroken. Words have the power to change your life perspectives.
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