I have nothing to say
Nothing to write
The mind is empty
Waiting to be filled
Out it is raining
Silent Moment
Meadows
The late evening
Were filled Sounds
Vibrations from another
Century another lifetime
People, friends long gone
Talking laughing and screaming
The mist made them invisible
Indivisible from the trees in the forest
Maybe it all happened inside
The dreams of past summers
Still I meet them there every midsummer night
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Blind Spots
Parapraxis
What am I not seeing
What are the blind spots
The path that brought me here
It is weird
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Run Rerun Return Repeat
The mind runs around
In circles
While the body still sleeps
Visiting the same places
Again and agin in the
Dream
Life was hard on me
Creating wounds
That will not heal
In a lifetime
Still every day
We, me and my body
Get up, go to work
Fight the fights of the day
And return home
In order to rerun
The show in perpetual pattern
That is what life is a show
But no one is watching
No one really cares
We are just machinery
And decoration sometimes
Only at night do we
Leave on vacation
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Where Am I
The mind is lost
Confused by
All the new
Impressions
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Ad Hoc
Who am I?
Why am I?
Being present
In a least
Two worlds
At the same time
Connections and memories
Passing through my mind
Intensive madness in a box
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Nothingness
What am I
A breath of thin air
A passing nothingness
Growth and destruction
No connection
Just an empty cold void
Surrounds me
In the early morning light
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Blue Hope
Dreams of a city
Clear black smoke
Coming out of a window
Lost souls finding redemption
I did fight the fire for a while
Until I realised that the meaning
Were not there anymore
The soul had left the body so
I left to
Finding peace in the country
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Breaking Glass
Growing slowly
Buds that are opening
Themselves,
Flowers and leaves
Hope and fainting
Memories of lost summers
The sun changes everything
And nothing
Every year is a new revival
A new destruction
Relentlessly and without mercy
At noon
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Deep Waters
Crossing the bridge
Going underground
Finding that the old ways does not
Work anymore
Most things are lost
Others are found
In between the future and the past
Both fading away in the clouds
The structure that kept things
In place is fading away
I just have hope, without any reason
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