Dreaming hard dreams
About loss and pain
Those feeling hunts me
Day and night
Civil War
Pressure And Pain
The pain is immense
It is an opened wound
That I carry around
All of the time
Normally hidden
But now it is opened
Burning like fire
Eventually it will
Do me in
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The Great Battle
Fighting as an underdog
Creating an inner peace
The fight seem so pure
Inside me I find peace
Even when losing
I feel alive
Alas beaten up
The wind is cold
And my body warm
Like when making
Love
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The Best Thing
Sometimes conflicts doesn’t wants to be solved
Avoiding the problem is more easy
Remaining in the same position
Is always most beneficial for
The one on top
Stepping out of the conflict zone
Gives perspective, temporary relief
Is it worth to take the fight
Maybe but,
One has to choose ones battles wisely
The best wars are those never fought
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Killing Hills
The canons had just been silent
After a day of hard work
Killing people on the other side
We walked silently
Down the street
Watching the carnage from afar
Like in a dream,
The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood
All over the place
It was a that time to late anyway
To do anything about it
Being hardened by the war
Did not stop the slow breaking
Slow destruction of the soul
That would last for many years
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The Last Stand
Frustrated and again put down
I tried to climb up again
And here I am
Still in the mode
For fighting
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Leaving
What is the secret
How do I reach
The very space of autonomy
How do I leave it all behind
Can’t stand strait in the wind
I keep tumbling around
So sleepy that it feels like
I am on drugs
The feet’s are wobbly
Reaching out in the wind
Against all odds
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Days
Putting my last energy together
This is deplorable
I am finished
Just in bed shivering
Tomorrow another matter
Another day
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The Struggle
Fighting and losing
My mind in the same time
Fearing and hoping
No end in sight
Just the cycle of life
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Camino Real
Walking the Camino
Is difficult and easy
The road so long
From the border of
France, going through
An endless landscape
In northern Spain
Suddenly your feet gets
Sour and the blisters that
Grow is terrible
But you keep on walking
Knowing that your future
Depends on your ability
To reach the target, goal, stone,
Church or Ocean
Because the failure
Inevitably diminish you
It just to find another way
Getting home
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