Tired very tired
The snow
The empty void
Of a life that should
Have been there now
Still nothing is left
Only a fantasy and a vague memory
Fading in the afternoon
Snow
No Vision
It is possible
To live without hope
Prospect of a future
You just follow
The flow and the moment
Eventually we end up lonely
But the true
Conundrum is to rise again
Find meaning and purpose
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Somber Field Exercise
Sometimes life is just destructive
Everything falls apart
When you give up
Playing a game of chess
Blindfolded
Have to remember every
Move I make
And only guess
The action of my enemy
Of course I am losing
But still the memories
Keeps me going
Until that day
When the blindfold
Is removed
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The Great Illusion
Reality is the best thing
Still a really great illusion
So many holes in our perception
We change ways and our mind
Is always lost in that situation
We are lost in ourselves
Whatever we do
Our mind is our prison
Re
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Forgetting to Remember
We all need nurture
Finding hope and connection
With other people
For some this is easy
For other this is hard
I start from the beginning
Every day
And still this is not true
But it feels that way
Therefore
Remember to forget
Forget to remember
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Triage
Waking up an early morning
The light is the same
Everything else is different
The selection of people has started
Being very obvious still surprising
We are numbered, separated
Then going back to our normal life
Pretending it never happened
Some of being gone though
The old and infirm
Especially hiding in the shadow
Avoiding attention
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Processing and A Wall
The mind is rotating
In circles around itself
Lost in so many ways
Trying to find a way
To have it functional
A connection with everything
Inside myself
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By the Sea
My Memories is like
The walls of a crumbling
Castle by the sea
Most details are lost
Washed out into the sea
Some things remains
In tatters broken
By time and ignorance
Slowly slowly
I mend my castle again
Waiting for the next storm
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My Story
My story is short
The message is not important
And very important
Since is me
Me is the center of universe
No one and nothing is more important
I even got an autograph once
Written by a very important author
Whose name I have forgotten
(After all is not my name)
She or he agreed
To something
But I cannot tell you what
All the my energy is absorbed
By thinking on me
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Juxtaposition
Life includes
Most of the time
Things in between
Rooms that
Are made for
Movement,
People perfect strangers
Passes by
On their way to obliteration
They are here just like you
Existing in perfect juxtaposition
To themselves like mirrors
For the sun
There are no message and plenty of messages
In this order
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