The city, great and prosperous
Leaves no stone
Untouched for profit
Temporary empty
The people went on holiday
And the grey confined buildings
Remains as a memory of better or
Worse times to come or go
Interregnum
A Journey Through the City
Having no peace of mind
I went through the city
The rain had just started
Arriving at the square
Crowded with people
Some with masks
But most without
Drinking beer and congregating
The tedious quarantine
Had been to no avail
We went on like life was
Normal but still very strange
A lot of old people dying
Inside secluded institutions
Filling up the morgue
And keeping the undertakers busy
The almost empty underground
And few old people in the street
Keeping their distance
Told us that
The summer that would be different
The journey then became one of fear
And curiosity
We did not know why we were here
And what our role would be
All bets seemed open
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The No Love City
I travel through the gray
City of no love
Greed and need built this town
Work and fear kept this place
For the power of the king by the grace of God
It Forced the people together
Poverty and starvation
Misery and the will to work
And here we are in the
Big gray city
Where love has died
Still it is very pretty
A honey trap for
The fly
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Contemplative Self Destruction
Here we are in this dirty place
The people that we are
Are the ones we hated yesterday
We despise ourself
Because in our own eyes
We are failures
Creatures not worth living
We thought that we had
All the answers but this is not the case
We are losers
Soon dead
Leaving the world
To be destroyed
By the more successful
Of our stupid spices
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Spring In November
Rainy days in the city
No end in sight
The rain is
Making the soil
Fertile and full of life
A sentry letter in the gutter
The streets filled with water
And people with umbrellas
Hiding away from the
Relentless rain
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In The Human Maze
Mystic city
Falling apart and being rebuilt
Life is centred around
Fear and pleasure
Lust and shame
All the spectra of
Human emotions
Filled with ambition and frustration
Opportunities and self destruction
Hand in hand
We do not live together but beside one another
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The Rugged Man
Ruffling through and around
About to do something illegal
While being terrible drunk
I am here and always part of
The picture
The city can’t live without
My breath or reek of alcohol
And sometimes amphetamine
Keeps me going
My life will eventually be cut short
By the cold and the drugs
Maybe Jesus will save me
Maybe not,
When I am gone someone
Else almost identical
Will replace me
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Big Money Tech
Outside the comfort zone
In the tech startup world
People with suits and suitcases
Trying to make the
Great big breakthrough
Filling your life with quick big cash
Crashing or selling
Who knows?
The game is plain and still so hard
Optimised for crashing or running
In an Unstable world
The ego centred males passionately
Acting in their own short self interest
What a world we are living in
Blind for all other things like the
Flowers by the road
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Introvert
The winter has returned
Strong winds and a grey sky
I don’t answer the phone
Loneliness is a great quality
Between nature and man
Outside I become something
Completely different
The inner journey doesn’t care
For money, sleep or food, just
Going on and on
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Projections
Making the journey
Through the city
Filled with cars and concrete
Dirty snow and drug addicts
In the dark corners
Slowly melting away
Leaving the gravel behind
A tired sun behind the clouds
Creating a tepid light
In late afternoon
Ensuring the cycle of life and death
The city break us down slowly
Piece by piece
Replacing and recreating
People and values
While the losers
Enacting people’s frustration
Projecting my their fear and
Frustration into the empty space
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