My mind is cold
Calculating
How things could be
What will happen
What will not happen
Underneath that is
Grief, sorrow and frustration
Time will only heal
Some wounds
Thinking
And Now…
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
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Disruptions
I lost my life
I lost my meaning
The path disappeared
Over night,
A sort of repetitive pattern
I would show in my life
Huge contrasts and a dramatic
Breakup from past relation and meanings
Things, matter and economy became upside down
As I tried to get out of the dizziness
Finding a new way of being
It left scars in the soul
Bleeding and screaming for safety
Avoiding every risk
Making life dull and boring
And soon enough
It was time to disrupt
Again and again
Until the bitter end
That is now
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The Great Quest for Reality
I had this feeling of losing
Grip of reality
It seemed like reality had its
Benefits and deficits
The question is what is what
Dreaming is one level
True but mercurial disappearing
In the morning light
Only leaving slightly contours of memories
The repetitive world of every day
Is very much an illusion
When we leave it behind is just gone
Like a dream
Therefore my question is
What is reality and when is it really
Reality?
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Words
Putting all this energy on writing
Giving words to the readers
Feeding them with stories
And nuances that colors
The mind
Some small
Fragments of thoughts
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The Flight of the Swallow
Freedom is a curious thing
Hard to define
Seeking its root
In a mixture of feeling and reason
Time passes quickly
Technology and the many wars
Reduces what it could be or enhance it
Laws and our perceptions
Changes but maybe it is
The ability of our own capacity
When it is working
That is part of
A gigantic conundrum
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On Freedom
Freedom comes at a price
Always at a prize
It is sometimes
Hard to distinguish
From slavery
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Easter, The Day After
This day between
The crucification and
The resurrection
A limbo, a void
The birds don’t take notice
Nor does the trees
Only we that still
Believe
Hoping for a good deal
At the final judgment
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Camera Obscura
The shadow world is under
And inside our own world
The parallel process and the
Necessities of understanding
What is beyond the meaning
Beyond the actual action
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Utopia
Fighting with my patterns
Way of doing things
Searching for success
But it is nowhere
To be
Found
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