Living in a silent void
A place that are not here
Not there,
Not even visible
Just in the head
Thing suddenly gets clear
Clear
The Voices In The Head
Listening to the cliches in my head
If I believed in them I would be dead
When you are young
They are installed
By hammer and nail
In your head
They tell how to be
And that you are not free
They say it is
All in the family
Just the mosquitoes stay free
But the older you get
The more wrong
It gets to be
And you realize
That you never will get free
From the voices in the head
Until you are dead
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A Wake
Waking in the middle of the night
Can’t stop thinking
Trying to come up
With a solution
But I don’t have
Any conclusion
Just a lot of things on my mind
So have to check everything now
But it won’t matter
The head feeds me
Fantasies, memories
My fathers voice condemning
Me forever and ever
Telling me I am not ok
In any way, that is
What he say inside
My head
Even though he is dead
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Mindfulness
The silence of the mind
Is a wonderful thing
Searched for in so many
Places
Only to be found in the
Head of the dead or
Unconscious
As a living human
Being the only thing
To ask for is a little
Slower stream
More shallow water
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Inside My Head
Confused by
All that noise
In my head
All impressions
From the outside
Coming inside me
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Broken moon
My head feels brooken
Trying to forget the pain
Wasted the day
But I am still trying
God will know this
And maybe someone else
The moon has its way
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