Another day is being made
We create it all together
In our minds and soul
Today
Noise
The radio keeps playing music
Filling my mind with
Fragments of thoughts and music
Manipulating the mind
Half awake and half asleep
Things changes meaning
Creating new patterns
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The Collapse of Reality
Hopeful
Anxiety
Existence
Destruction
Self-Destruction
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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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Love at Night
I can sometimes
Silence my needs and desires
Making a cloud of anxiety go away
Meeting the darkness in the light
With earth and flowers
From time to time
Love us
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The Other World
Found a new world
Beyond the corner
Another place
Very small but still
Somehow relevant
Another universe
With its own weird rules
A place for contempt and
Contemplation, freedom as well as
Frustration, fruition and fertile imagination
That place I thought was mine
Until someone took it away
Awaken me to the futile experience
We call reality
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New Roads
Starting a new
Trying to create or find
Different solutions
To being me
And suddenly things
Might be possible again
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Interstellar
Freedom is being alone
Reading and thinking
Writing poems by the water
Creating another world
In this world but
Outside of it
Moving freely
Boundless in
Between spaces
Like in water
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What To Do
Somehow eventually
When things
Go bad
We have to
Reinvent
Ourselves
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Inner Worlds
Building my inner world out of fragments
They are tiny small creatures
Hiding in the dirt of the lower mind
So low that they are not to be seen
At all moving in power circles
Sealing of spaces to protect
Those empty faces yet to be born
Out of the muddy waters of the mind
I am muddy water, I am flesh
I am your fantasy,
I am your projection
I have no face,
I have a face that you give me
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