The eternal struggle for
Living or dying
Decried by many poets
Posters on the wall
What are we aiming for
In this world of thousands of mirrors
Mirror Me
Weakest Link
Broken, broke, empty
Frustrated, fearing
The worst being
The weakest
Link in a long
Chain of people
Reality is tainted by
Ideology of the successful
Rich and infamous
The future belongs to
The bad people,
The evil will prevails,
Dystopia becomes
Our future because of our
Own default to change
The same for society and man
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Journeys Inside the head
The mind is a strange place
Repeating memes
Again and again
Connecting dots in
Mysterious ways
Working the same memories
Again and again
Then you fall a sleep
And suddenly it is all different
New meanings, new memes
Still nothing has changed
Outside your mind
The door is still there
As the carpet and the house
Is just you that has changed
A little
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Love, My Love
Love,what is love,
A feeling, fantasy projected on someone else
Loneliness shared by two
Soon gone, fading illusions
No happiness only sorrow follow
You grieve for years only to
Realise that you actually learned
A new way to make your coffee
What a terrible price for such
A trivial knowledge
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Cold Caseworker
Waking up in the
Middle of the night
Realising
That I am lonely
Depressed and that
Is normal
Many years has been spent on focusing
On dysfunctional friends and family
So many
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Tricky Intentions
The mind is a tricky thing
Deceiving you to your own
Liking or horror
Putting you in strange places
Changing your perception
From one day to another
Creating a new world without
Any intent
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Darkness of The Mind
Hiding in the shadow
Listening to that busy
Woman talking about
Her grief
Stunned and silence
I listen and think
On who I am now
And who I wanted
To be
Nothing has been
Achieved
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Memories From A Broken Life
Watching the coffee drinkers
In a the chic café
The noise of people
Talking with muted
Voices
Quiet violence rushing
Into my ears
Hurting them
Memories of the terror
From earlier years awakens
Memories of torture day by day
Writing in subtle language
That do not heal the broken
Mind and heart
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Grey Nights
Eternal grey clouds
Moving quickly over
The night sky
While I move across empty
Dark streets in the suburbs
Cold and tired after a
Long day,
I am received with
Angry words and demands
I do not know why
I am still here
In this sad position
It is like magic
Only the pine trees
Will be my witness
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Father
Trying to leave
The pain behind
Breaking with your
Father and your fate
Comes at a prize
I am freezing slowly
Dying
Being free is worth
Dying for
Feeling alive, a little
Again
Until next calamity
Strikes
And I am on the street
