Everything is in extremely
Bad balance at the moment
I try to think
What happened
With me?
I recognize the pattern
Still it is hard to change
Maybe an emergency break
Running away
Instability
Mixed Timeline
The flowers have mixed colors
Blue violet white and yellow
Growing on top of were
The disaster struck
The world was reduced to rubble
To nothingness and still it rises
Again and again
And in fact
It was not the whole world
Just a piece of it
Life goes on
You are left with
Your memories
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Turnpike
So the wheels keep on turning
It is bad times
When the great disaster
Takes place,
Life is collapsing in front
Of our eyes
Falling down
Into a chaotic
Flow with a lot of mess
A lot of confusion
Only the rays of the sun
Tells another tail
About us
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Reaching
Not being able
To think
Still realizing
What is happening
Without being able
To change anything
I did see the disaster
Approaching time after time
Without reaching me
Like in a dream
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The Escspe
Back to the disaster zone
Accusations, guilt, hints
A never ending saga filling up
To the brim
Taking over your mind and body
Any option to stay away
Seems to be worth it
While the world keep on
Grinding and grinding
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Broken Mind Repair
Trying to put the pieces
Together
Making things work
That is broken
Searching for healing
In any relevant way
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Sacrifice
There are many ways
To make a change when
Disaster relief is needed
This eternal continuing calamity
Patterns of behavior is strengthen
By the other people around me
We are all in this together
However some of us are sacrificed
For various reasons
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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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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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Post Distaster Poem
After every disaster there are something
Healing
Still repeating the same pattern
Getting through
Irrational journeys
To the main point
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