A Place To Rest The Mind
Ancient gods came to visit us
With thunder and lightning
At dusk claiming our attention
Demanding sacrifice and a gift
They never cared about us
In their huge heaven
Only our absence
Interests them
As that make the gods
Notice the empty void
They are
Did
Mythology
Razor The best thing about you
The Nostradamus Exchange Mechanism
Is now activated
That means you can ask your questions
About your future or
The fortune (or disaster) that will
Happen to your investment portfolio
Mr. Nostradamus will give the answer
To you in verse, rhyme or strange words
Your portfolio will then increase or decrease
People will be born or decease
Fall in and out of luck, love and boats
Wars will start and come to an end
All predicted by our excellent mr. Nostradamus
Wisely used our answering machine will
Make you poor or rich, happy or sad
All according the almighty will of the
Subconscious and Freud
In the end it all equals out
God gets annoyed and destroys the planet
Once and for all
Replacing us with an ugly red frog
That rules the universe for a while
Until….
Freedom is a great illusion
The worst form of dream
The one that exist
But will never reach us
To create and being systematic
Was for a long time my dream
Now it is just in shatters
Not much left
But still the car must be controlled
The journey goes on but
With less and less
Tools and energy
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
Listening to the cliches in my head
If I believed in them I would be dead
When you are young
They are installed
By hammer and nail
In your head
They tell how to be
And that you are not free
They say it is
All in the family
Just the mosquitoes stay free
But the older you get
The more wrong
It gets to be
And you realize
That you never will get free
From the voices in the head
Until you are dead
Life is often lost
Because of
Good intentions
Almost all of our
Beliefs are false
By the time we discover
This we are old
Therefore strangers
Use your time
Not only wisely
But use it to get
Rid of illusions
The blue light is
Covering the frigid
Land and sea
Turning hope
Into nostalgia and
Anticipation to memories
Leaving the future
To join the history
The lost places
When this was mine
And in the same
Time never mine
Earning and buying
The illusion of being a part
Of a family
Eventually it turned out
That we were nothing
Just dogs fighting for
A piece of flesh
Trying to connect
The dots, the connections
That will make things work
It is not working
There are no dots
Just a number of vague
Ideas on how things are
Connected
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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