Being inside myself
Watching the world
Pass by
With all it’s
Greatness and
Calamities
Like a film
De attached
In a state of continuous
Chock
While the number of years
Grow until
The eternal night falls
Did this ever take place?
Watching
Noise
There are many types of silence
An outer snowy one or
A dark autumn night silence
An inner quiet silence
seldom achieved
Our inner self is more
Noisy than a bustling city street
Filled with thoughts and impressions
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Inside a Poem
Writing in silence
The knowledge is concealed
In a few trivial words
Meaning nothing and everything
Outside those bounds other rules
Reins
Inside here everything is different
Filled with the beauty of order and chaos
As well as the dreams and reality
Of the fragile mind
Care for it well
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Contrasts
Outside and inside
So different places
Same location and still
Not the same
Inside the chaos, confusion and frustration
Outside the order of man
The birds and the tree
Well ordered paths
Good maner people
Behaving well
Inside a war between
Wounded souls
Wounded egos
Lost aspiration
Outside too cold
Inside too warm
No rest
Only relentless repetition
Of patterns learned
From long time ago
In the great childhood days
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Transparent
Trying to survive in a dirty place
That drags me down
Partly the walls surrounding me
Is not visible
Just not keeping
The mind
In its case
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Inner Home
Nearing midnight
The mind keeps spinning
Almost there
Almost at home
Not the other home
But my inner home
Writing is a blessing
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Outside
Free in the sun,
Outside the darkness
Inside myself in a bubble
A place of consideration
A place to be
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Lord of the Night
The night is dark and cold
Outside no life
Inside destruction
Destruction of thing
Destruction of work
Destruction of hope
Fighting an uneven race
I know I will lose
Fighting the wolf
Inside
The hour of the wolf
Is now
Here
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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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Clusters
Changing patterns by
Driving around the outskirts of the city
Were the other people live
The big roads filled with traffic jams
And hoards of cars
Finding a spot quiet here
Is so important
Here on the oldest part of
The peninsula
Deep roots share the place with the
Destructive forces of today
Without most people taking notice
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