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Speck

King in my own right
World moves around me
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
No one else I want to be
My planes, my ships
My palaces, my trips
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
One night in my dream
A gale pulled me
Took me to the sky
Showed me the light
And how tiny, insignificant
My kingdom appears to be
Ships were specks
In vastness of the sea
Myself just nothing
Nothing at all to be
Then I was left alone
Falling from the sky
Pondering on the way too steep
I, I, me, me
Nothing is what I am
Nothing is what I be

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A dream in the desert

Night falls in desert
fire warms in cold
Gently oh so gently
Makes you sleep
Burying the dark
thoughts so deep
Whispers
and hugs
Kind words
and smiles
Ancestors in dreams
Make you weep

AB 28 December 2013
Photo AB 27 December 2013

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Pathway to paradise

Today was the day
when all was supposed
soon to be disposed,
worldly belongings
worries, longings,
deep slumber
is just so near,
eternal rest
with certain fears
of unknown,
insidious, grown,
scares, multilayers,
do not spare
raw nerves,
notice has been served
it is time,
sleep now
wake up to
reality new
after the end,
soul renews
seeing on the other end
long lost relations, friends,
smiling, waving,
reassuring
beautiful green,
doorway alluring,
pathway near,
cross without fear
spilling emotions,
unable to bear,
home forever,
uncontrollably cry
a beloved’s kiss,
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Drink and religion

Virgin or bloody

Mary went muddy

Damp and floody

How fate was felt

When God spelt

Messenger boy knelt

Rose as messiah

Humanity and stuff

All that guff

a drink is more real

mother chose the deal

you became the son

I will have fun

Vodka’s bottle

Lemon’s throttle

any bar, every hotel

Casino, each motel

My name will be around

And not in vain,

with zealots insane

being sworn in pain

a mere trash can

considered ill to all

when religions eventually fall

I will still be standing

either Damp or floody

Virgin or bloody

Mary the muddy

every drunkard’s buddy

Price of beauty

How much?
Depending who is asking
What you wear
Where you from
If from my kinship
Then it won’t cost much
A foe won’t have it for gold
for a smile it is sold
to the beautiful dame

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Blur

Finding amidst blurred reality
Pure perception, fidelity
Vitality, key to survival
Revival, of what is lost!
Let the light be the guide

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