To create and become
Something sometimes
The quick movement
That hides what
I really Want to be
Finally I am here
Quick Movements
Harmony
In an unknown
Landscape, I find
My self as well
In the depth of the night
That feeling rests
With me a few short
Moments in the morning
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Metamorfosis
The night is white
Enlighten by the snow
And thousands of lamppost
A cold wind blows
filled with moisture
The clouds travels
Hastily from the west
On the street black shadows passing by
A reminder of the changeable
Existens
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Sea
The sea is eternal
Waves and water
The same
Since billion years
We are the one
That changes
Not the water
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The Minotaur
Finalising the unthinkable
I have become a monster
A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking
Maze
Without entrance and exit
I walk around looking out
The tiny Windows to see
What is going on in the
Outside world
Hoping, even expecting
The one day an earthquake
Will make the walls
Tremble and fall
More than 4000 years
Have I been waiting
The world has changed
But the tyrants remains
Doing their dirty deed
In front of me every day
While the water slowly
Grinds the stone
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Servitude
Fighting a hopeless war
Losing on all sides
Still it keeps me standing
Hoping to stay out of servitude
So tired, really tired
Serving the need of others
Their lazy life tears me apart
Their fulfilment of repeating
Destructive pattern are destructive
I wish I had been different myself
Meeting oneself in others trashes me
To pieces, still I try to purify myself
In this cesspool, this fountain of dirt
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The Stage
Playing on the big stage outside
A place where light and shadow never stands still
Life is always moving, changing
Developing the sensitivity for that
Is an art form
Natural and ever changing light
The essence of who we are
Changes and becomes
Open ended direction
In the eternal changing light
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Keeping the Wake
You keep me
Awake at night
Complaining for
This and that
Always blaming
It is never your fault
Throwing the children
Around like they are
Pawns for you
Which they are for you
But not for me
In the end
You know I will
Leave you
Relationship can
Never be built
On grievances
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Late Conclusions
The party is over
Since long time
The people left
Forgetting what
They left behind
Worn down leftovers
Fighting the wind, rain and snow
Changing color as the green mold
Takes over, a small community of
Different plants and creatures
Soon other tables and people will take over
Or not, it does not matter
The relationship, however not clear will always
Remain as an anchor and hope
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Something
Let me have hope
Something to live for
Not my country, not my family
Not myself
Something more
Out of order and moral
Just something more
Than old books and outworn ideas
That destroy our world right now
Just something
