Trapped in the dreams
Created for us
By all the others
Our family, nation and faith
We lived in invisible chains
And Now…
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
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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?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The Confusion of Will
Life surprises you
Whatever your aim is
That you are fighting for so hard
Is an illusion
You get what you are
Not fighting for
With much less effort
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