What am I
A creator, a thing or
Just an idea
Do I exist
Or am I
Just dreaming?
Incarnation
The Mountain
Sometimes we need
To climb
High above the sea
To manifest paternity
Creating an illusion of family
Still that is what we live for
Those rare moments of
Common experience
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Stability
The time is set
A week have passed
A new week just started
All those measurements
That makes life real and stable
The movements of the sun
And the moon gives us
The illusion of stability
While the world falls
Through universe together
With all of us
Midnight meaning
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Eleven
Why was I ever here
Was there any meaning
At eleven we always go to heaven
Contradiction in terms
Which is perfect for propaganda
Confused overused poet writing
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Fantastic Vision
One night I dreamt that
Every human was free
Each one living in their own tree
A small treehouse for each one of us
In a green utopia
But I woke up in the desert
Cold and frozen
The trees had left
For a better forest
And I just walked around
N absolute horror
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Creative Silence
Freedom to be heard
Silence is a pleasure
Among all the noise
We cannot listen
To much for meaning
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The Lost One
Together with people
That hates me every day
Realizing that there is no
No place on this earth
I have to go
I should never
Never have lived
Among you
Your world
But, you go and create
Inflicting suffering and destruction
Go and destroy yourself
Be happy in the destruction
Love will end the world
Your faith will kill you
And I don’t want to
Watch you burn
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Conclusion
What to say?
That the world an empty hole?
Where we sparkle and die?
No not at all…
The only certain thing
Is that we haven’t found
What we are looking for
Since we don’t know where to look
And what to see and search
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My Song
For a long time
I tried not to get involved
Avoiding conflicts
Believing that things
Would work out anyway
They did not do that
The bad people continued
Their way
Since no one stood up against
Them life went on
And in the end
I lost my self
My will to live
My sense of living
Eating pills did not
Solve but maintained
Things as they were
So here I am alone and old
Soon gone
This is my song
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Hell On Earth
There are many ways
To have a bad life
We are all programed
To get into our own hell
Just a little luck
And God
Might save us
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