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My anger came out

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I tried to follow the news last week, online mainly. I hadn’t done that for real in over a year, and I stopped quickly. It didn’t work, I got angry and restless like before. Partly because of bad timing, with the Orlando shootings being in the headlines, partly by the way people think and react on these things. So, I’m off the news again – apart from an occasional quick headline scan to make sure I don’t become ignorant of the world.

The lines below were written largely out of anger, and not everybody will like them, but I will keep them here – just for the record.

Someone’s child has died
Someone’s friend, someone’s sister,
someone’s kin
Forty nine of them in total, lifes cut short
and dreams demolished

One mans stands in front now
Raise his chin, raise his voice,
raise his fist
“I had this all predicted, I know all,
and I will lead you”

Are you happy, Agent Orange,
Now that so many more have died
To prove your point, moot to begin with,
just to let your ego thrive?

I cry for those who died, despise
the one who killed
But more than that I pity
Eyes closed for what goes on

Black-Ribbon

Long Distance Butterflies

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They met on the forum in the middle of the square,
She told him her passions, brushed her hand through her hair
He smiled and replied, they had something to share
They really could tell there were butterflies there

A taste in music, a taste in art
They were searching together,
They talked and they shared, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of life butterflies

butterfliesThey’re days passed like rapids, the nights oh so short
Enjoying each other through many a night
While half of the world had long gone to bed
They’d be connected, online on the net

One time, way down in the depth of the night
They played a game not to be taken light
The truth was an answer, not important as such
The dare was a meeting, they both wanted so much

A taste in music, a taste in art
They were searching together,
They talked and they shared, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of live butterflies

And so their meeting on the square
Became the outcome of the dare –
Their talk right there, it was the start
Of a race through music and for art

For weeks upon, they roamed the town
In art and music they would drown
They sought and found, had little sleep
Joy was all they sought to reap

And then one day they figured out
By going on, nothing would sprout
Both at home, they longed to be
End this blaze of mad insanity

A taste in music, a taste in art
For months they were together,
Talking and sharing, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

Always around was that magical feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
That feeling of dreaming with eyes open wide
A belly full of life butterflies

She’s back at her house now, and out on the deck
She talks to her dog, and her hand strokes its back
She feels really happy, while she’s looking back
Butterfly belly, goosebumps in her neck

A taste in music, a taste in art
For months they were together,
Talking and sharing, hardly ever apart
And neither had ever felt better

All that is left now,  the fluttering feeling
The feeling of wings, a tickle inside
She can almost feel him as she silently lies
With her long distance butterflies

Inner crying

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grey-sky-23441281530729JXv5Grey skies, feeling empty
Pressure band around my skull
I try to smile, I almost fail
And even now inside I cry

Staring eyes, racing heart
A lump is stuck inside my throat
I realise, that it’s in size
The equal of my beating heart

Grim thoughts, about the past
Swirling round and round my head
I try to think, of future things
But there I cannot find my way

So hard, making choices
Cannot make them by myself
I tried, I failed, and still don’t see
Where I should turn to get some help

Grey skies, feeling empty
Pressure band around my skull
I try to smile, I almost fail
And even now inside I cry

Sunny sunday morning

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The wind moves the curtain
The wall shows patterns of the sun
I hear the sounds of children playing
Another day has just begun

I erupt from the blankets
In my sleep new plans were spun
I hear the sound of music playing
Each day my life becomes more fun

As I put my clothes on
A beautiful song one sings
And as I hum along to that one
I hear my phone, the future rings

The wind moves the curtain
The wall shows patterns of the sun
I hear the sound of music playing
My life anew begun

Dot on the horizon

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Horizon shot at the source of the Sava river (Slovenia)

Horizon shot at the source of the Sava river (Slovenia)

There’s a dot on the horizon
And I don’t know what it is
Yet is my destination
the point that I must reach

There’s a dot there in the future
That I’ll reach but don’t know when
Yet it is where I’m headed
Leaving lot’s of past behind

There are people in the present
Who are all part of my past
In going on I’ll hurt them
Through that I hurt myself

There’s a dot on my horizon
A point I’ll surely reach
And I know that when I get there
I’ll find the hurt, as friends

There’s a dot on the horizon
To which the road is far from clear
My love for life will guide me
Through anger, smile and tear