Loss my love
Is what we
Are living for
To keep it fond in the
Memory
While life passes by
On Loss
The Maze
When ones mind is restless
Wandering, meandering
Away
Quickly to unknown destinations
Into the past or present even the future
Late at night or early morning
When small things becomes big
And big things small
Know then that this too
Shall pass
And leave the mind to itself
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Family
Shame and guilt
For failing to succeed
Failing to be viable
Causing distress and sorrow
Just standing in the shadow
While the happy ones
Throw rocks and insults
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Drama
Fear keeps us in place
Limiting our options
The darkness kept us safe
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Creative Self Destruction
Remembering all the loses
I had in my life
The incomplete feeling of
Being incompetent
Being in the wrong place
The wrong time
All the time!
What matters is
The things that gives
Strength and hope
No problems are solved
By self destruction
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The Old Mans Song
The finest hour was always
To our surprise
A crowded one
We shared our lives
With the crowd
Around us
The food, the clothes and the dirty
Mattresses in the dining hall
Still this is fond memories
We had a common cause
Now I am old and wealthy
My five bedroom house is empty
And the pool is never used
We are like strangers or
Even worse enemies to
Each other
Avoiding to meet even
Over dinner
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Running Wild
Stress, being afraid to lose
The grip, the control
In a fighting mode
Ready and prepared
Still not present
Avoiding the fight
So I have to get down
Feeling that I can
Take the fight
Eventually
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What To Do
What do we do
When life
Hit us hard enough
When our patterns
Get the best of us
How to survive defeat and loss?
Only then the things that cannot
Be measured might save us
Like art, running or
Just being outside
In the miracle
That is nature
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Lost
Writing again
after a long silence
Searching for words and meaning
But most of it has been lost
Only small fragments
Remains of the dream
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Memories
Lost spaces, places that I loved
Extended cords
Parts of leaves, grass and flowers
They are all still there
Life goes on without me
Soon I will be forgotten
Only me carrying the memories
The sorrow and grief
The lies and power games will triumph
But I am free to follow a different path
