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huntAblunt Feb 2017
Sometimes She comes to visit
my soul, invisible, knocking
on the door, comes in
and nothing´ s like before.


Mood changes, She arranges
lights off, now everything
is tough, so rough that
I can´ t see no end.


But one day I lay down,
smooth mood, bed´ s ground,
eyes closed, mind flying
All around


Suddenly….


Mrs. Sadness comes to knock again!
But this time My mood stays same,
because I saw her knocking
gently at My door.


Now I know she likes the dark
And so I will remind one spark
For her and all her fears,
So I won´ t shed no tears.


Her name is Sadness,
And she´ll make changes.
The present´s name is
Madness.


So remind one moment that
is worth living for,
because she will be knocking
right upon your door!
huntAblunt Feb 2017
Lost-soul river
a giant vane
blood keeps floating
life is insane
unknown meeting people
come and gain
togetherness sweet,
so let it rain


wash away our borders
ease the pain
we need waters
to grow us saint
holy places
within our mind


cause we all came down here
to search for what we find


time brought together
weary souls
at lost soul river

we all have goals
yet unknown to all
dont know our names
untl the day we break up
the self made chains
huntAblunt Feb 2017
If you don’ t wake up tomorrow,
where will be your sorrow?
And where will be your pain
and everything that you did gain?
All is gone the, can´ t you see?
So why now not to be free
of hate mischief and jealousy?


Many think that they would stink,
if they washed themselves in poverty,
But let me tellyou,  you won’ t sink
in water without heavy clothes,
if you learned how to swim.


But you still try to fight
Did you never see the light
Peace, feeling anything so bright?
I am sure you never did
And that's why you are afraid
Of all the things that maybe come
Therefore you´re acting wrong
huntAblunt Feb 2017
They climb the ladder made
out of head-wood
laid together to make
up a tool and every fool
digs and digs cool mines
finds himself, trodding
the winepress


Every sngle step, every piece
is made of brothers
all climb, no one bothers
just to reach the other floor
Opening the door they see
find themselves knocking
the hells entrance
I hope it is understandable. I created the word head-wood and to me it stands for persons being tricked and abused by the system
huntAblunt Feb 2017
Take a ride
Another sight
Changing side
And turning table
Movement right
Ongoing stable
See you’re able
Burning Bable

Live, last, turn, decide
Give, fast, burn, daylight
Come, see, pray, survive
Know, grow, stay, and strive

Jungle here so
You discover
Seed to sow
The path is other
See real glow
You’re my brother

Unreal things
That all the other
one adore, but
You shall cover
Lack in love
And experience

They built fence
Weird their amends
Until mind bends
Though no excuse
No washing hands
A senseless use
Let us refuse
And just decide
huntAblunt Feb 2017
If there were no oceans
and we could travel everywhere
Just walking


If there was no poverty
and everybody fills his belly
by working


If there was no religion
that gives us reasons to hate
and ****


If there were no politicians
leading us the wrong road
just to serve


If there were shamans
leading us to heaven
in acient ceremonies


Would we be free again, or construct another prison???
huntAblunt Feb 2017
A fake, to good to be true.
Just looked into the lake
Of eyes, so deep and blue
Like cooling water


I dive and find myself
in such sweet dreams
the life, I’m blind
and don’ t know what it means


then we pass and say goodbye
when you’ re gone,
my heart will cry
for I did last and you went by


I see you’ re going towards horizon
So I will close my eyes and
Fly up to the sky
To watch you going by
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