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Debugging

People hasten through their life
search for themselves.
People thirst for confirmation,
for consent, - and finally -,
for the permission,
to be what they feel,
to be how they are.

People sentence the life of others
searching to justify their
own life.

Syssiphus

People - searching for mistakes -
at themselves - at others.
People - searching to blame their own life
- and the life of others.

To admit development,
which is good just like it is -

How much blame, the rosebush would have,
at the moment of its bloom,
while carrying buds and fruits at the same time!
Would the fruit be responsible, because it is not a bud - and the bud, because it is not a fruit?

Does a rosebush need justification
for its being so at the moment -
in the change of the tides?

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Poetry: Human Burdons

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Addiction

I am the ugly human's specter
for those who want to escape
for those who seek the darkening -
who seek to forget the "tape".

Who takes refuge in darker space
too flee away from truth,
will find his bed directed there -
unable then to move.

I bend him mercyless to this place,
interweave him in his thoughts,
and knit him with my spinning wheel
to jail - no exit will be taught.

If then he starves after the sense
I come, and bring him matters,
it's all but dreamt illusions -
- senselessness lies scattered.

And soon, he'll notice the deceit -
yet not suspecting the aim...
and further on the train will drive
in the tunnel of a trip insane.

Once, it is this - once, it is that -
that seems to nurs his craving.
He sticks within his mounts of wishes
no sight to escape his starving.

There is no satisfaction,
it is only a hollow shrine...
Till now he's never tasted -
real life's delicious "wine"...

I tumble an endless vivid cheat,
steering to the hidden places,
cement illusions skillfully,
unconsciousnes is one of my aces.

He wriggles in thousand agonies
must pay my lie with his pains
I drag him into my gloomy depths -
My gifts will bring him no gains.

I'm always found - while not even sought.
And finally, many have cursed me.
I cushion the ones who are falling...
with their life they cannot agree.

I advise you to look courageously -
you've accused me for a dull life.
I'm just the swamp of your sluggishness -
My mirror is a deep cutting knife.

I am just a skillfull put on mask,
to hush up the truth behind,
to embitter pure enjoyment of life
to bungle the life of mankind.

Life shows you about the truth,
if you admit in devotion,
then a bright light rising from inside,
will be your life's companion...

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Poetry: Human Burdons

Poetry-Summary

Emotions

Hexen-Mond

I am like the wind
once, I rush fast
back and forth in the bar of the tides.
Once, I rock quietly -
once, I camouflage
and fly across unending wideness.

Once, I hide in a smile,
once, you can hear me weep.
Once I happily chat -
and once my fury's deep.

I love dwelling in your breast
and hanging at your knees.
And it's my great desire -
you pay my impudent fees.

I produce twisted pictures -
crazy mountains of wishes.
I cause tangled confusion -
expell back to bitter dishes.

The fury inside the stomach,
inflates - brings dissatisfaction,
stirs up fluttery milling crowd,
lost feelings and no more action.

You can feel quite clear,
the longings of your fire.
Even in your giddiness,
you run for the world's desire -

A gaze inwards could stop the race
don't flee to anywhere.
Courageously just step "inside"
I cannot follow there!

When you arrive the inner world,
you'll see - I'm made of dreams,
demanding to cause confusion,
and make believe what it seems.

This gives me wind and nurtures me
- this holds me at the life
you feed me your fresh energy
- but you will not survive...

... because I am the son of illusion
I'm born from your gluey emotion...

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Poetry: Human Burdons

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