The truth

angels gives you spiritual life
and demons give you physical life
to live long you need to live modestly but selfishly
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give me you
or nothing at all.

I don’t care if it gets ugly
I don’t care if it gets hard
I don’t care if it breaks me
Just give me
all that you are.
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what is better than wine?
- a good bike ride
- solving something difficult
- eyes filled with curiosity, soul and kindness – and flirts with madness
- a good behind
- the shapes of a woman
- writing sometimes, but not possible without it most times
- a good night sleep
- poetry, about real stuff
- but I can’t breathe in this narrow lifeless corridor, so I open another bottle, again to be a fool, to kill the boredom of time.
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I give you clear blue skies
I give you the crackling of seagulls
I give you the whispers of the wind
the rattling of leaves
I give you children’s laughter and frantic child's play
I give you barefoot on sand, watch out for shells and glass buried in the calm sand
I give you boats slowly bobbing in the waves
I give you this
and the horizon
I hope you remember this forever.
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I give you the madness
of never again being touched by you
and love by your lips
and never again seen by your eyes
I give you this rich longing
and nowhere else to go with it
nothing else to do with it
only to sigh, dream and long for it.
I give you that spark, to fend of the darkness.
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I remember boots, dust clouds, kicking motion
I remember gravel road
I remember the breeze, it’s wild swirling whisper
I remember a bottle of wine
I remember innocence
I remember young life
I remember the clouds, and a blue shade of sky indescribable -
vastness, endless endless vastness
That was God, smiling
for once
I must have caught him on a good day
I didn’t remember in that moment, anything else.
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now I am just an old fool
with a tired heart
somewhat broken
body and soul
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tempted at first
lost interest at last
for present
future
and past
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