Cold weather,
Unhappy people
Cleaning the street
Under the grey sky
This is a dull place
To live here you got
To die inside first
The Raw Truth
The Bad Day
This is a bad day
I know, it will
Not get better
The grey, grey sky
Promises less hope
Than ever
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Absent Existence
Abstinence from life
Abstract thinking
Ambivalent ideas
Animated conversations
Winter in the city
Among blackened snow
And icy spots
Spring still distant
No sun
Thousands shades of gray
Black and white
This is what hell
Could be like
.
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The Unknown
Beyond the obvious
Beyond the creeks
There is always the
Unknown
Terra Incontigo,
The land of the strange
Headfooters and dragons
A savage place where the cannibals
Live and thrive
Or maybe it is just another suburb
Just as gray and rainy
As this one
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A Moment of Shadow
I am just a shadow
Of myself
Looking out through
The window
I could be so much more
But here I am
Almost invisible gray
Time has past and a lot of things
Is not possible anymore
Still the light from the rising sun
Shines at my lap
Heating cold bones
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Pouring Down
The grey sky is wide open
Pouring down it’s frustration
Filling puddles and street
With wet sullied wastewater
Brown, gray even black water
Going down sour
You on the other hand
Call me to throw up your
Deep frustration
Just like the dark sky
Over us
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An Ugly Winter Night
Life at it’s worse
In the middle of the winter
In the land of the dead
The land of my dad
Where all emotion turned to ice
I never loved your white death
Ugly grey evenings starting at lunch
Slowly the cold eats into your soul
Numbing life and emotion
Here death regins
We move slowly through life
Never getting rid of the frozen ice
That has consumed us
That some think is so wonderful
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Small Hope
Got back a little bit
Of hope today
Strange since
It is almost
To late
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Waiting for the Great Destruction
Tepid days
Slow moving
Grayness rules
My world of lost
Hope and courage
Nothing to hope for
Just an eternal wait for
Spring and new options
That might never come
Soon the destruction of
Nature will overtake and
Change the nature of this
Place
Only organised
People will live here
Paying a lot of money
For being unhappy
But successful
The world will erase
Their memory
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Dark Morning
Suddenly I woke up
In a moment of
Short, sanity
Realizing that
Inside me
A birth was taking place
Confused and overwhelmed
I started to examine what type
Of birth it was, realizing that I did not
Really know maybe
A parasite or a new me?
A fantastic idea or a new way
To make tea?
Something very different it was
Quickly disappearing out of
The consciousness and I
Went into the gray clout of
Everyday winter light
