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Poems written at times of spontaneous inspiration…

Worst

31 Friday Aug 2012

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worst has been this year
worst has come with fear
worst got used with no tear
worst so fucking clear

worst like never before
worst right outside my door
worst make you kneel on floor
worst I want no damn more

worst from doing nothing wrong
worst hopefully not for long
worst that can turn you strong
worst not willing to confront

worst beyond perception
worst at its inception
worst wishfully a deception
worst an unfortunate reception

worst times
worst resides
worst collides
with our lives

Sweet Floyd

31.08.2012

In Pain

29 Sunday Jul 2012

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How does it feel to be in pain
and not being able to do something about it
when nothing happens when you just shout it
in the mind comes the thought everything’s in vain

how does it feel when it’s your own fault
that you are now in pain and you are hurt
cannot do something simple like cleaning the dirt
off the corners of this web in which you are caught

Clearing your mind this time won’t help
you can’t control this but you regret
the time you thought you could win this bet
this is something you cannot reset

Wait! That’s all you have to do now
for things to get better and pain to fade away
it doesn’t make much sense but it’s the only way
even if it doesn’t feel like it is now

Sweet Floyd

29.07.2012

Lust

30 Saturday Jun 2012

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you realise you cannot control this at first
it’s just like an intuitive endless thirst
that drives you away from your moral self
it turns you into an animal with no self respect

you know very well that your body needs this
you know very well that your mind needs this
you feel bad but you don’t really want to control it
you just let go and get on with it

and then you feel better and then you are back
you feel it was worth it and you think you ‘re on track
you pretend it never happened but you know it did
you know you enjoyed it but you won’t anymore admit

up until a point when again you can’t control it
and you just want to let go and stop being solid
but you promised yourself last time would be the last
you can’t really escape from it you ‘d better give up fast

the sooner you realise the sooner you will know
that lust is a drug that will take you down low
but you like it, you enjoy it, even for a while
and you forget that actually you think it’s something vile

you are indecisive; you want it and you don’t
you can’t escape from it but you keep saying “I won’t”
and you each and every time fail
the enjoyment of lust will again prevail

it’s not your fault that you are so weak
it’s in your nature, you are not a freak
you recognize its purpose and that you need to fall
you can be an animal but you are human above all

Sweet Floyd

30.06.2012

Vanity

16 Wednesday May 2012

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you are after a better life happier and free
no time to do anything else but make that life be
and while you are at it you turn into a control freak
everything is a checklist whose items you have to tick

but one day you realise that all that makes you sad
are the petty things you naively wish you had
but you ‘ve set your goals having those in mind
and now that you see clearly you want them left behind

because whether you ‘ve reached your goals or not
there come moments when it doesn’t matter anymore
in fact we are not much different than small ants
wandering around until one day someone steps on us

it’s not important to own but to have done things in the end
not for glory not for money but to be at peace with your self
but then again what is important is hard to be defined
and you are moving on with what you believe and feel is right

Sweet Floyd

16.05.2012

Forced to Change

05 Thursday Apr 2012

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the second death of me is about to have me changed
there is no strength in me left and I cannot be saved
and even though I thought I had already been dead
it seems I could not imagine that I could have a second end

what do you say to a mother that has just lost her son
there’s no way you can make her feel better make her stop
crying, weeping, being in pain which nothing can make go away
nothing that the mind can imagine of; nothing to say

Silence! Yes, silence! Silence louder than words
silence that makes your spine chill but still no words
first an uncle has gone and then a best friend has gone
and every time I die with them but I am not gone

I am right here, forced to change…

Sweet Floyd

05.04.2012

Gratitude (Fire of Life)

16 Friday Mar 2012

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a word so powerful that it gives you the chills
and full of energy your heart at the same time fills
no matter what they say that this person has done
you realise that this is the person who helped you in the past
and the feeling is too strong for both of you to see
but not so powerful for everyone to feel

because their minds are tainted and full of fear or guilt
to understand gratitude you have to be able to feel
the energy of the people who want to see you go far
even though at first you don’t realise who they are
but when you do you can’t really control what’s going on
you just laugh or cry or say thank you… and so on

you are now reading a poem written for them
the people who ‘ve helped me and I ‘ll never forget
the people who never asked anything back in return
but somehow were able to keep the fire in me burn
the fire of helping others behind their back
and not ask for it back even when you are out of luck

a lot of those people you have never met and maybe never will
some others are around you but them you cannot even see
because your mind is tainted and full of fear or guilt
but you ‘ve opened your eyes now and are able to feel
the debt of gratitude you owe them and always will
which the only way to pay off is do what they did

Sweet Floyd

16.03.2012

Broken Ego

16 Thursday Feb 2012

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a battle of egos, a battle for what?
showing off who’s better and who is not?
if history has taught us anything is that
our broken egos won’t take us far

a realising moment, a moment of truth
a try to conceive the right thing to do
free from your ego, free from your past
making sure yourself is the one to trust

you are back at the point where you re-think
you are back at the point where you re-build
yourself

sanitising your thoughts, a hard thing to do
you are probably not sure of how to get this through
as everything around you seem to be falling off
and the one thing that’s left is what you ‘ve been taught

but hope ‘s not yet gone; it’s not going to be here long
you have to back up a little in order to move on
and it is for the better, if you believe, there you will get
this is no obstacle for you just another bet

and you are back at the point where you are not sure
you are back at the point where you face the truth
about you

Sweet Floyd

16.02.2012

Frustrated…

30 Monday Jan 2012

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bound by the forces that once motivated me
it doesn’t feel the same anymore
those forces feel like they are drowning me
and in the horizon I can’t see the shore

it used to be fun but now it’s over
almost over just one more last thing
I feel like a drunk who can’t stay sober
and all ‘s left for him to do is sing

sing about the muse that is no longer here
sing about the enemies of a not so distant future
sing about fate, destiny, everyone’s fear
and listen to yourself in avoiding this torture

I guess I ‘m tired and everything’s different
than it used to be long time ago
demotivated and faithless moving towards the end
and yes, I ‘m going alone…

Sweet Floyd

30.01.2012

Silence

03 Thursday Nov 2011

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affection of a special kind
because she’s a lot more than meets the eye
she’s the type that’s hard to find
she’s the type that makes me want to try

I like her because she is simple
and she has nothing to say to me
she makes me think how to live on
with my life but has nothing to offer me

most people don’t know her at all
have seen her but forgotten about her
waiting for someone else in their hands to fall
and those who remember can’t find her
anymore

some others cannot even see her beauty
they let her pass by without noticing
these are the ones that are stupid
they are the ones least promising

and yet she is not that different from others
I should thank her for being with me when I ‘m alone
if I was to give her a name that would be Maria
she’s not here anymore she ‘s once again gone

Sweet Floyd

03.11.2011

Chaos – [11.07.2011]

15 Thursday Sep 2011

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explosion, blood, pieces of human parts
you can feel it in the air
when a tragedy breaks into hearts

a simple but stupid yet huge mistake
made by people not admitting it
I ask: how can they be so fake?

innocent people gone to waste
by negligent people who didn’t care
pretending that they do but now it’s too late

Their blood is on your hands but who’s to blame
tell us Mr. President, you are all one and the same
no apology, not a word, no one to say “it’s my fault!”
just blaming each other having at all no shame

how can you look at them right in the eye?
you stupid hypocrites, you cowards
you are not convincing anymore with just a lie

you should take the blame right away
people trusted you, yet, you ‘ve delivered a chaos
and that’s more than enough to say

you innocent people, why did you stay there?
why did you let them take you, why didn’t you run?
and for someone else’s negligent mistake
you were broken apart

Their blood is on your hands but who’s to blame
tell us you chosen people, you are all one and the same
no apology, not a word, no one to say “it’s my fault!”
just blaming each other having at all no shame

Sweet Floyd

15.09.2011