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
Spring In November
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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A Memorial To The Sun
The sun brings up memories of happier days
That will not return with or without the sun
A cold and intensive light colors the morning
Time is forever, because the time to change
Has gone away long time ago
All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running
I will not solve anything because the block
Is bigger than me, stronger than me,
Eventually it will kill me
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Sleepless Light
Life in the city can be
Like a sleepless night
There is always something
Going on, somewhere
People moving around, walking,
Biking, begging, drinking, making out
Or living in their mobile screen slowly
Losing their mind and soul to the big monster
That is Internet
Getting lost and being abused by
The big five
This ultimate madness that drives humanity
Into the dance of death
With it self late in the Holocene
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Glorious City
The city always the city
Hiding in it’s glory and
Trivial architecture from
The last century
Here a long time ago
People had the purpose
And meaning to build
A better world
Now it is mostly
Your own profit
That matters
Only the ice
Remains the same
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The Winter City
The city is a cold place in the winter
Wind, snow, ice and closed doors
Limits what is possible
Creates a sour bitter depression
Lasting long into the rainy summer
