The time is not certain
Neither is the place
Where the fire started
Where everything went south
We blame everyone, including
Eachother
Playing the blame game
That no one will ever win
The Great Fire
Local Cosmos
Traveling in my mind
Inside the enclosed room
That is my
Limited mind
I do not know
Very much
Just some empty fragment
On how not to live
This is me
And I have to stand
Who I am
Searching, always
Searching for
Different worlds
Sometimes I find them
Late at night
Evening pleasures
And just like a dream
Soon forgotten in the morning light
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Abandoned Body
Dreaming myself away
While the sun sets
And the eternal
Night comes
Rolling in
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Morning Entertainment
The fight started
Already in
Early morning
A never ending
Conflict
Revolving around
Who has done
What and when
Always the other
Persons fault
Ongoing relentless
Stress
And the eternal excuses for being
In this eternal stress mode
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Paradise
The sky changed colour
Became dirt gray
More than hundred people
Died that day trying to leave
Paradise the city in California
Was burning, only one way out
Everybody trying to leave
At the very same time
Their souls and body
Surrounded us in the city
As a sad memory
Remaining us that we cannot
Change so easy
A paradox of the mind
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The Fire
Destruction comes as a surprise
No one expected
The burning cathedral
Fire is still burning
But again, this is not a lost cause
Eventually the spires
Will rise again
Many decades from now
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Scorched Earth
Searching for new places
Everything here is tainted and destroyed
Digging out new places under the ashes
Finding roots and stones
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Aftermath
Life did not end
It just became more
Complicated and lonely
I did not back off
I stayed put and lost
Because I had not enough
Money and support
Or was there other reasons
The mind is moving in circles
Under the hot sun
Our history together
And my fathers projection of me
Being everything he despised
Why would he help me then?
He did see me as unable,
Unpractical, useless creature
That he had to put down
As always, as in the past
This black shadow of my life
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Fire
Far out in the west
The fire has started
The long summer
Is coming to an end
Paradise not far from
Hell town
Has caught fire
Killing hundreds
We breathe the
Smoke through our
Masks and hoping
For it all to go away
We know well
This is just the
Start
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Fire
When hope dies
You die a little,
Life already so bleak becomes bleaker
The colour disappear,
Not expecting anything to
Change to the better
In an era of lost hope
The words of the politicians
Are more empty, meaningless
The power is in someone else’s
Hand
Playing with us like a careless child
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