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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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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