A day full of nightmares
Daymares
A strange city
Filled with rich angry people
Honking their horns
All the time
Let me go back
To sleep the reality
Again
A Gain
The Spring War
The war started
Early in May
Being lost a surprisingly
Quick speed
We hid in our basements
Trying to make the most of it
But when the heavy rains
Started in June
We had enough
By then the war was over
But the problems remained
So we took our last money
And went to the mountain
Being treated as outcasts by
The locals
We spent the evenings
Discussing Nietzsche and kept
To ourselves
In the autumn we returned
To the city with
A completely new view of the world
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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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New Things and Attractions
Opening the fun fair again
Filled with dysfunctional
Family attraction
Ready to turn your life
Upside down
Just outside the town
For the whole world
To look at
And be so amused
While you are getting abused
Hurray hurray
Is our dysfunctional family show
Tonight
Just pay and enjoy
Be happy that you don’t
Have to play in this ploy
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Get Out Of Here
Living in the radical exclusion zone
A place where only the included are welcome
It is very discrete
But we price out the poor and the creative
Only orderly people
Are welcome here
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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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Killing Hills
The canons had just been silent
After a day of hard work
Killing people on the other side
We walked silently
Down the street
Watching the carnage from afar
Like in a dream,
The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood
All over the place
It was a that time to late anyway
To do anything about it
Being hardened by the war
Did not stop the slow breaking
Slow destruction of the soul
That would last for many years
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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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An Ugly Prolog
There are many ugly places
In the world and this is one of them
It is a state of mind
Lost communication
Threats, frustration and destructive people
There are so many people
That want to control you
Cairo is an ugly city
Filled with dust and
Century of repression
My freedom and my inability
To achieve any success
In life coincide with
Sufi Mystic at the Moulid
Destiny and flowers
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