Time passes quickly
What is the best thing
To do
What if…
The sky is getting darker
Gray clouds and some rain
Then the
Evening lights
And slow thoughts as a
Vague memory
Of another life
Lost
The No Love City
I travel through the gray
City of no love
Greed and need built this town
Work and fear kept this place
For the power of the king by the grace of God
It Forced the people together
Poverty and starvation
Misery and the will to work
And here we are in the
Big gray city
Where love has died
Still it is very pretty
A honey trap for
The fly
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Interregnum
Grey day
Sun has been hiding away
The whole day
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The Raw Truth
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
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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
