Timeless motion machine
Making noise out of memories
All night depriving mature men
Of their rightfully earned right
Sleeping is such a bless
A seldom seen guest
At my bed
Sleepless Wonder
The Blunt Instrument
Searching for the
Secret code that will
Help me to get out of here
I have to run, run quickly
Get rid of all intoxication
Get wise and strong
Sleepless and energized
A total illusion
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The Right
The right side of history
I am on the wrong side
By the way
Always, every time
Curious listening
To everyone
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Competition
My father told me how to lose
And leave things behind
Every Friday he had to win
Every Friday we played badminton
I being smaller was an easy match for him
One time things turned out differently
We went skiing in the mountains
The bitter cold at top and gray sky
Made him challenge me
-First to the bottom wins he said
And off I went
Fearless down the hill
He came far behind
I won not by 100 meter
But maybe 400 meter
He never spoke about it
Again
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On Disasters
Disasters can appear in many ways
The can be big colorful and fragrant or
Small creeping and discrete
Somehow going under the radar
Until they hit you hard in the head
Like now, we don’t notice until
It is too late and the scream of the dying
Wakes us up in the middle of the night
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The Final Spell
Sometimes everything
That needs to be said
Is said in a sadistic
Way when you are old
Life feels fulfilled
Even though it has been
Rather awaful
You could live 500 years
Or die tomorrow
Never mind
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In the Process of Creative Destruction
A fear of taking the step
Fear of creating things
Around me
An illusion of presence
Still the tension is great
Who am I to do this?
Is it good enough?
Why am I disturbed
All the time
And now back to
Work
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Triage
Waking up an early morning
The light is the same
Everything else is different
The selection of people has started
Being very obvious still surprising
We are numbered, separated
Then going back to our normal life
Pretending it never happened
Some of being gone though
The old and infirm
Especially hiding in the shadow
Avoiding attention
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My Song
For a long time
I tried not to get involved
Avoiding conflicts
Believing that things
Would work out anyway
They did not do that
The bad people continued
Their way
Since no one stood up against
Them life went on
And in the end
I lost my self
My will to live
My sense of living
Eating pills did not
Solve but maintained
Things as they were
So here I am alone and old
Soon gone
This is my song
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Isolated
The mind is lost in itself
Cluttering every free space
Isolated in a
Never felt before
Accepting my loneliness
As a part of life
It is still painful
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