Pure Reason

Are we lost among

Our emotions

Trapped in thinking

Destructive thoughts

And then everything

Changes eventually

By being out of the clouds

Of bad relationships

Insights At Night

Sometimes in the middle of life

We realize that we are in fact

Alone, completely alone

And have somehow find

A rational way to stand up

For your self

The Life In Appolonia

Rain rather than sun

Grounded rather than spaced out

Minimalist rather than baroque

Snow rather then heat

A slow pace of life

Will not solve anything

Neither will reason

Or calculation

But leaving Apollo and

Dionysius

Behind in their eternal

Struggle

On Hatred

Hatred is a good feeling

Making you feel alive

And strong,

Taking quick and swift action

Demanding action

Like a wild horse

Still this is madness

True madness

But reason is limited

And maims the soul

A dangerous contradiction

To be handle with like a

Conundrum

Late a night with care

Reason

Hatred can never be an excuse

For destruction

Feelings and emotions

Should not stand in

The way of reason

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

No reason

There is no reason
to read this
my mind is so 
confused
She has filled it 
with her shit
and now I try 
to purify it
And thats it
nothing more
nothing less
I am soon 
an empty
shell