I don’t have time
I want everything
To happen at once
Total change, total action
Repulsive thinking for
My lazy body and mind
Action Now
Disruption
Our life’s are filled with control
Disruption are part of that control
Changing our behavior and thinking
Life tend to be even more controlled
Afterwards until there are so much
Control that freedom is the exception
That is a truly destructive illusion
Fitting our time and mind
The waves tell a different story
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Trauma Healing
Trying to compensate
For a long walk
On the road to death
Being treated like an object
A helper of kind
No peace or compassion
Is being given
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Downhill
Finally the depression
Reached me
Back home
Downhill a bad day
As a dysfunctional family work
We bring each other down
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On Time
Times move on and on
No stop will ever come
Just a precaution presence
Of the dead
When we pass away
Suddenly like
An unpleasant surprise
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Stress
When losing control
Remember
That you never had control
Just the illusion of being
In control
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Sunday Pastime
Travelled to the other side of the moon
To drink some tea
With the old Chinese man
The weather was the same as
One billion years ago
We sat on his porch
Throwing GPS marked stones
A mile or so
(Gravity is a bitch sometimes)
Got into a quarrel on
How to interpret
The journey to the red gorge
A truly intellectual undertaking
Made another summer
Thousand years ago
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Wartime Walk
Running for my life
It is early in the morning
The first day of the war
I am sweating
The blood in the gutter
And all the bodies
Still warm torned apart
Bloodless white skin
I have no time
Time ended today
Still time is important
If there is any chance
We might make it
But the truth is
It is too late
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Creative
being creative
Is being controlled
By a witch
She has no
Consideration except
For herself and her
Not so wonderful being
She is the sun
I am the dirty lump
Called Earth
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Outside the Dream
Waking up is always painful
A meaningless
Interruption of the dream
Life is a form of suffering
Given to us
Not by a merciful God
But a punishment
For something unknown
Maybe we just happened
To be clay, available
To an almighty creator
Indifferent to us
Most of the time
A past time for an
All powerful force
Already bored
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