Being inside myself
Watching the world
Pass by
With all it’s
Greatness and
Calamities
Like a film
De attached
In a state of continuous
Chock
While the number of years
Grow until
The eternal night falls
Did this ever take place?
Watching
Outdoor Dying
Tired and out of hope
Just trying to stay alive
A little longer
Without knowing why
The wind and the rain
Takes the best of me
(Not that much left)
Soon only memories
Will remain
Untouched by
The relentless rain
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The Life In Appolonia
Rain rather than sun
Grounded rather than spaced out
Minimalist rather than baroque
Snow rather then heat
A slow pace of life
Will not solve anything
Neither will reason
Or calculation
But leaving Apollo and
Dionysius
Behind in their eternal
Struggle
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Shell
The beach is filled with
Empty shells from dead
Creatures
Carrying dead feelings
Inside,
I am like a living
Shell
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Nothing
Wanting to feel something
Cannot do it
Just inner Silence
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Loss of Action
Logic is losing its meaning
When you cannot act
Being trapped in panic
The crisis is growing
But the mind keeps
It hidden, but aware
Being in denial of reality
Because reality cannot be
Changed
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On Fear
Fear can be a good feeling
Keeping body and mind focused
Even though it eventually kills you
Do not let fear rule you
Just let fear
Save you now and then
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Prison of Reason
Here I am as a prisoner of
My own incompetence
Unable to think clearly enough
Steered by semiconscious desires
Trapped in the over rational
Society of our time
Trying to get some wiggle room
Find a door
Venture into the reason
Beyond reason
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Work, work, work
That is no way
This is working
I am working
Trying to think
Clearly
I does not work
I do not think,
Clearly
Just some tainted
Feelings of abandonment
Not good for working
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Slowly Dying
Moving around on
The frozen tundra
Along with the other
Lost soul who ended up here
In the far north
The place where you find
Yourself out of life and lust
Just empty cold days without
Meaning and hope
Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)
To home losing the last feelings of
Hope and Joy
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