Ink stains and paper cuts - Poems

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Human life | Lost Oppurtunities | I believe | Time | Foul buy

Moment in hotel | Victim | Unreal | To her | Ink

Just a worker

You know I want to cry
But I can't - not before I die
Do not show your tears
Do not indicate your fears

For modern world has made me though
here I stand my heart all cold
Without my heart I can't live
With my heart it's too hard to be
Yeah, I do love you
and it's the truth
but I have no way
how to show it to you

Did you get my Valentine's card
Did you rip it apart?
Please let me show what I can be
before I go and drown in my own misery

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I see a picture, read a word
feel an emotion
- until now unknown
washing over me
Made of many feelings
felt before
earlier events
lived through before

Lost oppurtunity
feels bad in tummy
Long away, gone away
vanished in eternity

That point in time
the oppurtunity disguised
in hideout remained
then again it may have been
blindness of seconds
caused by other people
in the vicinity


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I believe in goodness of people
still I never believe in me
Is it easier for you
to believe in me
or in you?

Will you judge me
if I walk away
with all your money?
Would you trust me more
if I walked in the door
with all my money?

In the end
does anybody care
who do we believe in?
I feel I do


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Where's the train?
Clock is ticking
Somebody stading on the platform
seems intoxicated
speaks:
it's late

I know him
then again I don't
Train is coming

I am late
or am I?
I can't tell
My watch stopped
counting time

I am in time
I watch the clock
on the wall
I am one hour early

London, Sydney, New York,
Moscow, Helsinki and Tokyo
different time everywhere
the only and
correct time
for people

Note: This was my first ever written poem in 1996. I included it here for nostalgic reasons only.

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I thought the processor would be faster
the corkscrew better
shoes shinier

Small buys
big hopes
appetizers of
advertisers

But I do want them
shinier shoes
better corkscrew
since I am paying

If I go crying to customer television
they tell me they are a format
If I go to customer protection agnecy
they tell me they're an institution
Robin Hood says he's a human
not a concept


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Man sits on a hotel bed
sighs deep and hard
looks out the window
the building across

The air is dirty
full of city smoke
noise all around
fills the room
man buried in his thoughts

Looks at his fingers
is this it
is this where I am
something must happen

Once more
looks out the window
stands up
and takes off

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My mind expands
at the rate of fifty hertz
I give way to news
adverts
truths

I will embrace
I won't process them
jump in to stream

I only ponder
what is my capacity
how long will I have
to the overload

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I am angry
happy
sarcastic

I will change my flag
if I need to
and I can twist my jacket
to a knot

This can't be my skin
can't be my home
These are not my thoughts
not my life

If you pay enough
my soul is for sale
my convictions and beliefs
will be free
It's all pretty cheap

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We have in common
meekness and dignity
Silence is gold
somebody exclaims
I can only agree

She knows where the cluods are
and she knows she stands on top
naturally some bumps along the way
still winds are always on her side

Sun will warm her
even if clouds
try and shade

How can I make
the angel appear
I can't cast
sun to shine
through the clouds

You are a ray
unreachable
yet so warming

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Ink stains my hands
my pen has started to leak
my lucky pen

It has been my faithful friend
for many months
in good and in bad
my lucky pen

In a short while
I have to throw it away
for good
Another pen will take the place
But it won't be the same

Oh why my pen
are you failing on me
All the luck
vanishes when you go


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He comes in
greets me with a smile
does his magic
and the problem is gone

He won't say he did anything special
or anything important
he just did his job
and that's all

Some may say he's just a repo
a janitor with low wage
and low life

I see him as a hero
since my knowledge
of these things is zero
He considers me as equal
and I am sure
the feeling is mutual


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