Travel in my mind
While the body and soul
Is blocked by
Life and Quarantine
Another Dream
Then came the waves
Huge piles of water
Moving out of the ocean
Flooding the lawn
A lot of things came
Flying
I caught a kite
And gave it to
My older children
Warning them
That my wife
Was conspiring against me
They listen but
Did not believe me
So I left
Realising
That under the summersun
I had to find another place
To live and thrive
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A Night Full of Action
Traveling in my dream
I learned that my wife
Had changed our house
To a small cranky appartment
Where a relative to Saddam Hussein
Used to live
He had hidden a lot of gold there
She found it and shared it
With her arab lover/ helper
Called Ahmad
She despised him
But needed the money
To get rid of me
Leaving me in the flat
I tried to warn my children
They did not understand
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Dreamers
I live in my dreams
The daytime is just
A temporary nightmare
Surviving the morning and the
Night
Always on the way
Back to the reality,
My dreamworld
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The fourth night
I could not take it anymore
Eating pills and drinking
Did not help
The angels had told me Gods will
And I just had to obey
Living others life at night
And my own life at the day
What an awful way to spend ones
Time feeling other peoples pain
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The Third Night
I could not sleep
The night felt like an eternity
A five the sleep took me away
Like the wind in trees
Going on in eternity
A Woman I became
Full of fear and agony
I died in childbirth
Twenty years I spent
With you
When I woke up
My bed was full of blood
Even though it was a dream
The body suffered a great deal
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They Are You
Midnight hits hard
All the nightmares
Are here
Remembering you about
The other people’s war
But now
They are inside your head
You are them
They are you
Sharing the mind
A collective memory
In your dreams
Being the receiver
Is painful and cruel
All those stories
In your head
People screaming, suffering and dying
While you are in bed
Night after night
Please relieve me
From being me
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Being
Waking up is a meaningless
Interruption of a dream
Being a wake is a form of suffering
Given to us as a punishment
For some unknown sin
Maybe we never happened
Being a chimera
Viewed by other
Chimeras
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Abandoned Body
Dreaming myself away
While the sun sets
And the eternal
Night comes
Rolling in
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The Redirector
Rewriting the future
By forgetting the past
Everything gets disappears
Into the great fog of lost memory
The ground still remains
As well as the laws of nature
Just more incomprehensible
Than ever
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