The city, great and prosperous
Leaves no stone
Untouched for profit
Temporary empty
The people went on holiday
And the grey confined buildings
Remains as a memory of better or
Worse times to come or go
Interregnum
Ground
Stand your ground
Try to resist something
I don’t know what
I thought my life had a meaning
I was of course wrong
Life has no meaning
What so ever
Except exponential growth of assets
Of course
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I Am Not fine
I need to live
To feel alive
To be
To be seen
Finding a little passion
Having a little hope
And some money
It is time
It is nine
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How The World Works
The old man had a
worn down brown suit
That did not fit his
Black hat
Smelling of sweat and bad breath
Unwashed shirts and underwear
I have something to say
Even if no one
Will listen
This world is built on
Profit and money
And contempt for those
Who have not
He kept on ranting while
Counting his dollar bills
To be sure that he was counted
Too
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The Goodwill
Waiting for the doctor
This time they will pass
The final judgement
For those who cannot
Pay there is no remedy
I cannot pay
A friendly pat on the shoulder
Some tranquilizer and
I will be on my own
Slowly dying
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Big Money Tech
Outside the comfort zone
In the tech startup world
People with suits and suitcases
Trying to make the
Great big breakthrough
Filling your life with quick big cash
Crashing or selling
Who knows?
The game is plain and still so hard
Optimised for crashing or running
In an Unstable world
The ego centred males passionately
Acting in their own short self interest
What a world we are living in
Blind for all other things like the
Flowers by the road
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Playful Afternoon
Inside the bubble
Outside real life
Larger than life
Small minds growing rich
With money and confidence
A great way to live your life
Love is what you need
Money is what you get
Or loses because of
Lack of love
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Turning Inside
As the snow keeps falling
Things get worse
Turning away from the
Difficult things that are
Caused by the inner struggle
Between adaption and
Self realization
Being introverted as part of
The dying process
Turning away from friends
Seeing no meaning of talking
Failed going to Holland
Did not dare to use my last money,
No loan, no friends, no confidence
Telling anyone
Ambivalent of the consequences
When borrowing money from
My daughter, turning the
parent-daughter relation
Upside down, just wanted
To feel well, feel my power
Inner strength, to laugh and
Get away from the self destructive
Existence called reality
My bad reality someone else’s
Dream a paradox, being told
That what you do is bad every day
Kills your senses and self respect
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A Fake Life
To live without an income
Is to live in the shadow
Of other people’s money
Their will and their whim
Moves you around like
A puppet
The shame is great enough
To kill you, through you
In front of a train or tram
Instead you hide
Building a fake identity
That eventually becomes
What you are
Not solving, just hiding
Because the shame
Is so great
Where to start from that?
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Glorious City
The city always the city
Hiding in it’s glory and
Trivial architecture from
The last century
Here a long time ago
People had the purpose
And meaning to build
A better world
Now it is mostly
Your own profit
That matters
Only the ice
Remains the same
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