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Poems written at times of spontaneous inspiration…

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

Innocent Flow of Thoughts

26 Sunday Jun 2011

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Listening to the music from the past
I realize years have left their marks
not just on my body

Marks left inside my soul so deep
that thinking of them almost makes me weep
cannot go on

Cannot let memories surface back
they will sure make happy but also feel bad
so truely sad

Sad; because memories that hurt are more
than those that roll you laughing on the floor
or just make you smile

Smile; I think I am in love with this word
it brings to mind familiar faces from around my world
in times of bliss

Bliss; It is in fact everyone’s ultimate goal
good or bad, rich or poor, with or without soul
that few of them reach

A fact that doesn’t stop anyone from trying
a goal for which almost everyone is fighting
not all for themselves

Some for themselves, some for themselves and children
others for everyone else and others for neither
and life goes on

Sweet Floyd

26.06.2011

Divided Self (Life Riddle)

22 Sunday May 2011

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somewhere between giving up and there’s still hope
standing in the middle of a far stretched rope
trying to convince myself not to give up and cope
with all the things that life puts me through
to make me stronger and alter my point of view

a point of view forged by the things I’ve seen
collected in my mind from places I ‘ve been
only to realise I ‘m becoming a machine
no feelings no intuition only execution
of things need to be done – my retribution

I feel like I have to escape from this
I feel like I am destroying me but my logic insists
to fight until I ‘m done and then there will be bliss
but the end seems to be so very far away
and my body feels weathered as if it’s really wearing away

therefore I ‘m here stuck somewhere in the middle
half of me wants to leap forward the other not even a little
and I remain idle trying hard to solve this life riddle
I guess a clear headed thought is that taking the leap forward is the way to go
I just have to forget about time and to some things say no

…until I ‘m done!

Sweet Floyd

22.05.2011

False Pretension

10 Sunday Apr 2011

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I did it again
I hurt a friend
was not my intention
only a false pretension
to demonstrate superiority

superior I am not
that; myself was never taught
but I had to show off
certainly not something to be proud of
bad bad bad myself

an apology won’t do
but that’s just my point of view
trying might get you somewhere
making assumptions nowhere
apology accepted

random thoughts still in there
how can this become now fair
I know an apology is not enough
but this is where you end up when playing tough
lesson learned

Do I really care about me?
How bad can it really be?
hurting a friend is worse than hurting me
now myself I cannot forgive
and relief the pain

hope she is happy
far away from me
hope she is smiling
and never thinks of me
hope I can know so
hope I can set her free

Sweet Floyd

11.04.2011

April 7th

07 Thursday Apr 2011

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Not a special day today
it’s not someone’s birthday
I know of!

This day has nothing to offer me
but moments of a long and tiring routine
I ‘m getting sick of!

Wait a second! This can’t be right
the day can be a special one if you fight
yourself off!

Oh yourself! Your worst enemy yet
will take you far following a safe bet
and call it off!

April 7th – one more day to live by
with apathy, regret and a melancholic lullaby
that I am fond of!

No! You know so! But it’s really up to you
April 7th can be a much better day for you
that you anticipate of!

So stop! Go out there and smile and live
on April 7th do more than your mind can conceive
do not hold yourself off!

Sweet Floyd

07.04.2011

True Dream

05 Saturday Mar 2011

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talk about the feeling
of fullfilling a dream
it really is far from known to me

but it’s only the beginning
and too early to think about fullfiling
the dream that I ‘ve always been dreaming

all seems to be going slow
nothing is easy and that i know
frustration, unwillingness, no flow

and then comes hope along
it gives you the courage to move on
maybe to get closer to maybe a con

con or not you have to push yourself
one step further if you want to eject
above all the others that your dreams do not reflect

hopefully you will in the end fullfill
one of your dreams will come true and you will
be ready to move to the next dream that will soon become real

Sweet Floyd

05.03.2011

Revival

30 Thursday Dec 2010

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end of a year is coming up
beginning of a new one rising up
things we have done up to now
come to get the mind tired somehow

satisfaction, regret, apathy
as we learn in today’s society
are words to rate our past endeavours
or at least their progress status

seems to feel like the judgement day
a simple version of it, the least to say
putting yourself right on the spot
to measure your ego’s products or just maybe not

but as the past year is fading away
you waste once again most of your day
trying to feed that part of yourself
which brings to life your inner soul’s wealth

Sweet Floyd

29.12.2010

Recycling The Myth

30 Tuesday Nov 2010

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back from the island of no return
much like everything else a myth itself
that people refer to with some sort of fear
without ever wondering beyond what they hear

hearsay all that you believe
something for the unwilling really to relieve
themselves for not even trying moving on
for never questioning what is going on

it’s tough to prove to someone
what they believe and think is wrong
it’s tough when they don’t realize
that you are trying to help them move on

so they ‘ll probably question you instead
and you ‘ll have to prove it right in front of them
and even then you ‘ll hear them say you are cheating
or you ‘ll become a wonder depending on their thinking

but you are back from the island of no return
and you are happy for yourself not for them
nothing really has changed for them anyway
they just have a new myth for each other to say

Sweet Floyd

30.11.2010