The meaning is lost
In all those words
Wasted away on trying
To understand and seeing
Meaning in trivia and empty
Words and again more words
Soon the night will fall
Eventually
Words, Words, Words
Creative Silence
Freedom to be heard
Silence is a pleasure
Among all the noise
We cannot listen
To much for meaning
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Tower of Silence
For a long time
I stayed
In the tower of silence
Not uttering a word
Waiting for the birds
To eat me for dinner
But I got bored
And left for the land of
The talkative noisy living souls
That traffic this dirty street today
Talking is thinking
However bad and incomplete
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Restart
The lunch eventually
Turns out to be the expected
Dysfunctional encounter
With between the narcissist and
Lone wolf
Each one talking to himself
In the different corners of the
Room
So that the circle can start
Again and again forever
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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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The Reason for Staying Silence
A journey to silence
A journey of indifference
Trying to talk
But nobody listens
The word has anyway
Lost its meaning
Here we will never
Have peace of mind
Just a continuous
Flood of self absorbed
Crises
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Retreat
Disoriented, gone into
Some kind of heavy
Mindlessness
You keep talking
About yourself
All of the time
I am empty and numb
Listening to nonsense
For to long
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Words, More Words
She is talking
All the time
About herself and her
Action, maybe I
Eventually will find
Peace in the snow
Falling outside my
Window at night
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Self Help Therapy
Desperate for tea and sympathy
I went to through the door
The people already there
Steered at me
Then they started
Talking in tongues
Talking to themselves
In monotone voice repeating
The right empty phrases from
The book provided on
The dirty table
Love were not there at that moment
We emptied our mental potties
On one another
Spiting blood and saliva
In the process of drinking
Bad coffee and cheap tea
My name is this and that
And I am a mental douchebag
Like the rest of you
Now I have three minutes
To poo on the table
While you give me applause
And so they all did
Until the turn came to me
I did instead throw up
And left the table
I never drink
Coffee there again
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Talking
Meeting strangers
All day long
Talking and talking
Without having
Anything to say
To anyone
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