Cover me

The night creates a black velvet cover
around my battered mind
I am really lost
Going into overdrive
In horror of being
What I am
And what I am not
Ever and ever
I keep on fighting
With my mind, text and family
The night is dark and full of peace
BBC playing Bach
And even the bustling street
Turns more silent than ever
Living in the right time
Living in the wrong time
Living

 

 

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Subway mists

And here I am again

An angry man yelling

In the street

Bothering everyone

Passing time by acting

Crazy, dirty and wretched

Scaring children, women and some men

Disturbing the so tranquil balance

Between the conditions of being a town dweller

And just a disturbed frustrated man in a to big flock

Pretending to be living an advanced life in the city of trivial

Dreams impossible to comprehend or ever achieve

But still a city with its much wider but still limited

Freedoms dating back to the free republics of

The white sea in the far south

Long gone Socrates also learned to know its

In fact very strict limitations

Drinking bad wine and talking to much

Day and night

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, city, frustration, Healing, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Socrates, The city, The Heart of the City, The working city

Lost

Lost at sea

On Sunday

The sun shines

But this does not save us

We are still lost

Even though the captain

Know where we

are going

Not needing the stars

For navigation

But wise advise

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Posted in Boat, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Question

Forgetting myself

I am on a boat

lost somewhere

between east and west

drinking heavily

so I do not

need to remember

who I am

 

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Posted in Boat, Poem, Poems

I

am

a

unit

Posted in dreaming, Pain, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Revolution

Gray sky

Just working

Feeling lost there is no meaning but

I still hope for the best

The sky is gray

Posted in Poems

Again and again

So now again

I have to start

Fighting

I am prepare

It is ok

But so repetitative

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Posted in 2017, Ambivalence, cold, Fight, Poem, Poems, Poetry