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Grinding

The slowly grinding

A little piece a day

Time and time again

Everything is set at repeat

I will not make it

I will never be free

Slowly the spider is

Emptying it’s the body

On blood, soon the

Prison will be feeling

Like freedom, the prisoner

A happy participant in his

Own execution

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Trapped

I am in the

Loop

Returning to patterns

Of thought and actions

Belonging to the neurotic

Mind and it’s

Never ending circles

While the stream of life

Passes by

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Beacon of light

The lighthouse

Is trying to connect

To the rest of the

World

But the world

Has no interest

In the lighthouse

It’s beacon

However Well known

Has the same message

Every day and night

Do not go there

Avoid danger

Still we go there

Again and again

With our ships

With our desire

Trapped like flies

In a bottle

We find ourself

In the morning

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Servitude

Fighting a hopeless war

Losing on all sides

Still it keeps me standing

Hoping to stay out of servitude

So tired, really tired

Serving the need of others

Their lazy life tears me apart

Their fulfilment of repeating

Destructive pattern are destructive

I wish I had been different myself

Meeting oneself in others trashes me

To pieces, still I try to purify myself

In this cesspool, this fountain of dirt

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Being Used

And now again

The same old story

Repeating to us

The wisdom, that one learn

Nothing, going into the same

Trap again and again

With open eyes

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Keeping the Wake

You keep me

Awake at night

Complaining for

This and that

Always blaming

It is never your fault

Throwing the children

Around like they are

Pawns for you

Which they are for you

But not for me

In the end

You know I will

Leave you

Relationship can

Never be built

On grievances

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Chicago

I came to Chicago

Filled with sinful desires

A crossroad became my destiny

Lost and haunted by the ghost

Of the big city by the blue lake

I retreated back

Not any wiser

But still filled

With desire

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The oracle

Once I went to the oracle for solution

Desperate and lonely I had to long searched

For answer from every profession on earth

Freezing in the cold I waited outside the cave

The oracle was fat and small, he had a man

Translating the wisdom from Korean to English

You are a very difficult case the oracle told me

And made some kind sound to let the spirits go away

His hands moved up and down my body while he made

Mysteries sounds after an hour the translator told me

Come back tomorrow he will have to rest now

The next morning I went back, the same process followed

A lot of movements and hushing. You are very complicated

background, very complex. The oracle says he can only

Liberate you to 30 per cent.,,

OK I thought, lightning the burden by 30 per cent is ok

So I let him make his ritual…

Did I become free? Well maybe 30 per cent is not enough

But I wished that he had taken the right part of my problem