Trying to find a meaning
In my life some great
Existential reasons to
Exist or exit
God, the environment or
At least some meaningful
Work experience
But since it is raining
And the weather is quite cold
I wait until tomorrow
Meaning of Life
The No Love City
I travel through the gray
City of no love
Greed and need built this town
Work and fear kept this place
For the power of the king by the grace of God
It Forced the people together
Poverty and starvation
Misery and the will to work
And here we are in the
Big gray city
Where love has died
Still it is very pretty
A honey trap for
The fly
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Nihil Non Nothing
Realizing who I am
A pile of bones and marrow
And something more
Sometimes
This rainy day it did not matter
The water did not care
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The Best thing
The midlife depression
is a fact
Dealing with it smoothly
Trying to forget
The future or
Getting lost in the past
Just a rainy
Present remains
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Falling Rain
Rain keeps falling
And falling eternal
Falling of the rain
Life is filled with
Moments like this
Summer rain keeps
Falling and falling
A bliss for the dry
Land to recover
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Perspective
Midlife is a sad place
In the middle of
Becoming and dying
With both ends clearly
Visible
Not being able to change
The obvious direction of things
The option of
Growing your garden
While waiting for the house
To catch fire
While the rain keeps falling
Is not a bad idea
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Gray Summer Sky
The relentless rain
Eternal and life giving
Will fall for 24 hours and
Returning the island to normality
Emptying it quickly from
Holiday makers and alike
Creating a silence only broken by
The rhythmic sound of rain
Falling on a corrugated roof
Communicating something or
Nothing in it’s hidden pattern
Bleaching the illusion of
Progress and meaning
The winter kept us warm
So that the summer
Would makes us wet and cold
Soon the summer will be over
Only the bitter rain remains
Whatever season
Falling
Throughout the millenniums
Copyright Schibolet
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Spring In November
Rainy days in the city
No end in sight
The rain is
Making the soil
Fertile and full of life
A sentry letter in the gutter
The streets filled with water
And people with umbrellas
Hiding away from the
Relentless rain
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Stony Roads
Travel without any aim or reason
Walking outside in the rain
Mile after mile
On stony roads from dawn to dusk
My feet’s are sour and the stench intense
The backpack heavy and the mind like a
Broken record
Still fighting on,
For the few moments of solitude
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A War In The Rain
Grand fight that can not be won
Hard journey home
Inner house
In the rain
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