Certain moments in time

Certain days are just too bad to be put down in writing

Certain moments deserves to be forgotten forever

Even if the sun is shining life can be hell as we all know

I am sorry for my own inability to handle my own problems

But that is the fact, and the sun will still shine

Whatever I do or not

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Bad feelings

This night is really bad

I expect something

Terrible to happen

Like a nuclear war

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Strange places next to home

Certain days demands escapes to a different city

Another place to put the restless mind and body

I choose the workers city south of home

A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle

In order to keep the workers mind focused

on work

The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars

The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine

To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color

I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here

To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter

Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living

I do not know and I am not going to ask them

I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this

is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two

or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land

That never been mine

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Silence is not an option

Just keep on writing

Even if the day has

Been to long gone

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The Heart of the City

Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.

Deep down in an ancient cellar

Being  alive is sometimes a very good thing

At least in the company of good friends

And likeminded people with a passion for a

Commen urge to do crazy things whatever they

Might be in the shadow of anonymity

 

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A moment of peace

Silence in the mind

Just a tired background

Noise inside the head

Nothing, mindlessness

As after sex

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The Cold Day

The cold day gives no mercy

Freezing inside and out

On the brink off starting

Something new

I am not just ready

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