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Stone Beach reflections

Stone Beach reflections

Photo Ulle Haddock©

I’m the same as you, but not the same. On this spot by greater forces. We co-exist, united.

Like reflections. Depending of light created eight minutes ago. In ancient H2O.

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Missing

Missing

Missing the improvised tunes from the grand piano. Fingers moving with ease over the keys. The harmonies and mixes from psalms to Rammstein.

Missing the intelligent puns. The playing with words. In English and Swedish and sometimes both.

Missing the sound of the drums. Pounding away. Learning fast. Heal toe technique on the base drum.

Missing the walks in the forest. Picking mushrooms or just walking. Thinning forest with chainsaw and clearing saw. Working together.

Missing the keyboard clicks. Coding or mixing music. The sound of guitar strings. Then base guitar. Then piano. Click to record then sliding over the floor to play.

Missing working in the garage. Grinding and welding. Creating and mending stuff. Building that Cross Cart. Fixing the car Mulle Meck.

Missing going fishing or just having hot chocolate in the boat. Excursions to the small islands.

Missing that hug in the morning. The click on the remote to start the TV. Being your breakfast machine.

Missing my best friend.

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Stranded

Stranded

Like an island in the stream, caught in a maelstrom.
Life streams on, flows past you.
Stuck in vortex on an island of rose bushes.
Tearing thorns from loss, beautiful flowers of memories.
Stream of life passes by, calling you out again.
How can I leave this island of roses?
How can I leave this comfort of pain?
Waiting for the flood to wash me of.
Should I make a raft of rose bushes?
A raft to float down the stream of life.
A raft of loss and memories.

Writing is a way to deal with things in life. After loosing my son some weeks ago I have struggled to find the strength to write again. Writing this helps me deal with the sorrow and if it can help anyone else I will be glad. Please share, like, comment and subscribe. Also check out my other posts.

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Nightmare

Nightmare

They come crawling at night. Piercing your brain. Waking up in a flood of sweat, gasping for breath.

Bad dreams, bad dreams. Thoughts that bring you down. Black dreams, black dreams. Nightmare after midnight.

Go back to sleep, counting sheep. Just before dawn. Black dreams behind your eyelids. Gasping for breath.

Bad dreams, bad dreams. Thoughts that bring you down. Black dreams, black dreams. Nightmare after midnight.

Stumbling to bed. Crying for sleep to come. But you fear the dark, fear your thoughts. Let it come, count the sheep.

No dreams, no dreams. Oblivion of sleep. Breathe hard, breathe hard. You will come out strong. Don’t be a loser, you are not a loser. Beat the dark, shine the light!

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This was originally written as a song text but so I dared to call it poetry. If you like it please share, like and subscribe. Check out more on my site.

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Burn Out

Burn Out

Stepping hard on the gas, burning that rubber. In a cloud of smoke, the smell of hot rubber. That guy he can go, scream, and shout, that is so cool. Away on the track, tires worn down and little grip. In the first corner he goes over, into the abyss of depression.

Light up that grill, lots of coal, let it burn. Party is on, smoking hot, the smell of success. That guy can party, scream, and shout, we want a piece. Time for you, time for you, time to eat, hard to breathe. Meat has been left to burn, nobody left, he goes to the cold floor of depression.

I got time, time for you, let me set it up. Piles of work, the buzz of keyboard punch and meeting calls. That guy can work, scream, and shout, we want a piece. Close that deal, finish that project, hard to think. Getting home there is nothing there, he goes to the closet of depressing emptiness.

Get off that floor, come on push, every muscle burns, burning to stop. Like a wet blanket depression weighing you down. Come on it is up to you, don’t be a loser and feel sorry for yourself. But the battery is flat, it is flat, set to Off. Depression took the charger!

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