Chains

Trapped in the dreams

Created for us

By all the others

Our family, nation and faith

We lived in invisible chains

The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

Conclusions

I live in the night

I die in the day

When the light

Is hard and bright

Crushing every brittle bone

Giving no inner light

Just work to be made

Dues to be paid

One night

An evil angel came

To visit my house

Sent by God

I received him

As a friend and a brother

(As if angels ever could be brothers)

He told me

I am here to connect you

With whole wide world

In your head

One by one

The humans will come

And tell their story

Until you are dead

How could I say no

To the will of God

From that day on

This is my fate

They Are You

Midnight hits hard

All the nightmares

Are here

Remembering you about

The other people’s war

But now

They are inside your head

You are them

They are you

Sharing the mind

A collective memory

In your dreams

Being the receiver

Is painful and cruel

All those stories

In your head

People screaming, suffering and dying

While you are in bed

Night after night

Please relieve me

From being me

Bad Times

Come and join me my friends

Hell on earth is here

Suffering has no end

It goes on and on

No stop, no hesitation

Just enjoy your powerlessness

Sunshine storage, life storage

I will be

Waiting for you to get your dream

Crushed so that we are on

The same level of humiliation

Local Cosmos

Traveling in my mind

Inside the enclosed room

That is my

Limited mind

I do not know

Very much

Just some empty fragment

On how not to live

This is me

And I have to stand

Who I am

Searching, always

Searching for

Different worlds

Sometimes I find them

Late at night

Evening pleasures

And just like a dream

Soon forgotten in the morning light

Dreams are born

At sea

The rudder gives you

A straight course

But the mind keeps meandering

In the long and lonely

Hours of the night

When the stars speak

To the defenseless mind

Making strange pattern

In the conscious mind