Patience might be
A good thing
Or maybe just
An excuse for not
Taking action
On Patience
Process of Mixed Emotions
I don’t know
What to do
How to equal
Desire and reason
Hope and reality
It does not go
Together
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Growing Up
Chaos and semi total attention
Never peace just a lot of desires
Demands, crying and screaming
That is what is like to grow up
When we teach them that
Behavior
Reflecting the parents narcissistic nature
Creating that beautiful wheel of Karma
Spinning round and round
In eternity until the almighty had
Enough and destroys it all
Eventually
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A Trapped Enigma
The night is not dark
More blue and filled with errors
This is the twilight zone
A place for melancholy
And desire
Long gone memories returning
To the land of the dead
Fear and frozen fingers
Silence and mosquitos
Only the tiny creek
Provides some distracting noise
Listen, listen
Because you will not hear
Anything
Unless you are humble and patient
The forgotten gods is almost gone
Still present in the
White summer night
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Brief on Life
Life has different kind of surprises
In store for our simple minds
We are always trapped by it limitations
Can we become more than we are
Can we reach beyond our bounds
And limitations
The storytelling always says yes
It is possible
But reality takes its toll
Preying on what could not be found
Elsewhere but deep inside us
Where our own traitors live
That demands other things than
Expected
Leading us to unknown places
Far from where we once wanted
To go
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Drifting
Life is so much pain
Sometimes
So hard, so long
Floating on a raft
On an ocean
Knowing that
I might never reach
The shore but forever
Drifting along the stream of desire
My desires
Other peoples desires
Floating along
Hoping to reach the shore
While the wind and currents
Have their say
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Night Shift
The day closes
And night begins
Filled with silence
Waking up the daemons
Of memory and desire
Haunted by this fact
I started reading
Until early morning
Storytelling rather than reason
Give me peace of mind
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Borderlands
Sleeping is a strange thing
Connecting the outer and inner worlds
Dreams and undefined
Insights and ideas
more or less useful
real but still false
Dissolves into thin air
Mixing memory and desire
Into something else
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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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Doors
Time is just an abstract thing
But doors are not
They there to stop you
To control the temperature and life
Limit the limitless
Put a border between them and us
This is the door to hell
And that is not a place that wants you well
So stay out and enjoy before you to become a toy
For someones lust and desire and spend the rest of life to light their fire
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