Control is a great illusion
A movement of action
And the control is gone
If it ever was
We are just moving on a sea
Of strong emotions and actions
The storm brings us home
Eventually by the end of the day
The Sea
Sailing South
The felucca moved slowly
Down the Nile
The Nubian did hardly
Uttered a single word
Stearin his boat
While observing us
All through the night
We understood each other
Too well
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Tired By The Sea
It is meeting land here
And now I am just very tired
All that effort
All that trying
It feels so wasted
I don’t want to be here
Still this is just the right place
To be in
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The Depth of Life
Life is so divided
Polarized between
The social surface
The struggle underneath
It is seldom we see
The depth of reality
Like the bottom of the sea
But the depths are magic
Our journeys there are
Painful a loss of faith
But is the only
Way to go
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The Tower of Silence
Publish or perish
What an illusion
As only the visible
Were of importance
Silence and reflection
Will win in the end
But being slow as a
Glacier moving
Towards the sea
It will take a long time
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Cast and Soul
Empty shells
Washed up
At the beach
Lost stories in the sand
No doubt things could
Be better than now
But this is all forgotten
In the strong winds
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The War Mongers
There are many different
Types of war
Inner and outer
Sometimes they coincide
Sometimes not
But here we are
Waiting for the total war
While we are collecting
White stones on a tiny beach
In the afternoon
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Long Time Ago
Once upon a time
In this northern land
There was a man
Who numbered and named
All the flower in a system
It worked
However completely wrong
As it was
Time went on and on
Theories came and went
Like the cold water in a river
His stood firm,
Until a day when the Genesis of genetics
Told another tale
Families were not families
Or even relatives
Just look a like and false friends
So we started all over again
As a true believer
A son of a priest
Now it is time
To pull down
His statue and put it
Where the lilacs grow
Next to the pond
Gods come and gods go
And so will we
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Cold Water
When the anxiety gets
Too mighty
Too strong and powerful
Like a river of rage
And fear
Cold, cold river
Like in the far north
Where the trees will not grow
One try to survive
It is hard and confusing
Just being here
Eventually it might work
At the moment
I am under the ice
Looking for open water
And bluer skies
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The Truth
Trying to establish facts
Finding the truth
In a grain of sand
We are blinded by our beliefs
Our wishes how the world should be
How people should behave
But there are no such a thing
Only small traces of seawater
Containing our memory
For a short micro second
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