Poem II-9: Distant

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-9: Distant

Love is a distance
Bewteen the heart and the mind
Even travelling fast
The lover never arrives

Love is a road
Of flowers, of tears, of stones
Covered with steps of pain,
Broken bones

Love is a time
Breaking lives apart
No departure point
Impossible suffering road

Holds the lover
A prisioner within
The distance in between
The heart and the mind.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-8: The daughter she did not have

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-8: The daughter she did not have

Beautiful voice
Makes her glad
Makes her sad
Reaveals feelings
She seldom has

Flesh and blood
Brings her smiles
Brings her tears
Raises a forgotten bridge
To the tragedy she fears

Distant Ireland
Keeps her heart
Keeps her back
Awaken her love for the lost one,
Mary Black.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-7: Flying Hearts

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-7: Flying Hearts

Dogs and cats
Hearts and flying bats
Feelings rejected
In wasted money
Collected
By banking rats

Lizards and parasites
Hearts and flying kites
Sensations recollected
In burned gold
Assembled
By blood sucking mites

Chaos and dooms
Hearts and flying balloons
Stories invented
In trashed notes
Accumulated
By graveyard cartoons.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-6: Blue Storm

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-6: Blue Storm

Uncertainties, problems
Trouble your life
Every six months
A difficult time

Give yourself a minute
Listen to the sign
The worst storm
You can ride

As strange as it seems
Confront the dark zone
In the turbulence
You will find the one

Take the one inside
Together you will fly
Away from the clouds
Towards your blue bright sky.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-5: Sisters in Blood

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-5: Sisters in Blood

Ages passed
Our time has come
We are back
We have returned

You have oppressed
Now we are not alone
Hearts united
With those you repressed

Your days counted
You, we do not fear
From the confrontation we emerge
With our destiny controlled

Life recovered
From your bloody feet
From your hatefull self
That has no right to be

Our age has arrived
The time has come
We are back
We have returned.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-4: Our Streets

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-4: Our Streets

The time has arrived
The time to make a stand
Our souls are together
We hold our hands

These are our streets
By our parents built
Everyone is wellcomed
If they are at peace

Even you
If you leave behind
Your greed
Your disrespectfull way of life

These are our streets
By our work we have built
Every one is wellcomed
If their heart is at peace

You don’t need to join us
Follow your fate
Keep your money
Keep your gold, your hate

We keep the streets
To our children we build
Every one is welcomed
To our world, our peace.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-3: Girlfriends in New Ark - Spider’s web of life

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-3: Girlfriends in New Ark - Spider’s web of life

To remember
To forget
Threads of the same
Web of life

Even in departure
Spider cries for forgiveness
From the hungry
Angry smile

The soul stops
Tears meet cold other eyes
Disguising also
The pain of good bye

Wonderfully struggling
Two young women keep alive
The love they share
For each other’s heart.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-2: Full Life

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-2: Full Life

An empty bottle
A full glass
Difficult trials
Still not forgotten

The wine flows
Into the lonely glass
Not likely to stay
As memory grows

Time refuses to stop
Fills up the glass
Stolen clock
To return not

No choice! No choice!
Breakes the glass
Step by step
welcomes freedom's voice

But the past always follows along
Inside a cage of glass
Forever imprisoned
By a life gone.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem II-1: The Lonely Human

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book II: Conflict
Poem II-1: The Lonely Human

The nightmare
Humans fear the most:
To wake up
With nobody in their lives

Blinded
Humans accept
The first hand
Even the claw
Of the most evil of evil minds

Trapped
Paralised
Humans remain
In the dark
Terrified by their own
Empty hearts

Desperate choice
For the humans who
Refuse to accept
The one is always there
To carry them
Towards the light
To a land of everywhere.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Into Conflict

The Book of death in the Station Cafe closed with the poem Flame. The next book is about to start. Conflict - coming soon, either during the weekend or monday.
Difficult day today.

Poem 16: Flame

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 16: Flame

Reflect her pain
Reveal her soul
Dancing flame

In the fire
She walked
She suffered
She fought

Mirror of yesterday
Of the morning not yet made
Dancing flame

From the fire
Through the air
Against the rain
She returns home

Rediscovering her love
Eternally retained
In a forever waiting
Dancing flame.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 15: Victory

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 15: Victory

Battle lost
Running Blood
Tears drop
Her heart in pain

The struggle still rages
She steps out
Abandon the fight
Her life, he cannot contain

Now, he feels victorious
Over nothing
What ever he has done
He will do it again

But in the end
He will stay
In the middle of nowhere
Gone with no aim

And then She will be free
In her happiness
With her self control
Her existence regained.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 14: Lady of the Dark

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 14: Lady of the Dark

Exploding Heart
She realizes
Gone not to return
Angry
She screams
At the endless tune
Hurt
Jealous of death
Now dancing with the one
She promisses revange:
Her life an existence to the full
And only much later
To take back
Her loved one
From the Lady in Black.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 13: Reapper Ripper

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 13: Reapper Ripper

They come
Go
Disappear
Memories of tommorrow
Ghosts from yesterday

Remembraces to come
Of the children yet unborn
He looks
Gazes
Sees
Those whom in the future
He will,
At last,
Meet

They arrive
Depart
Reappear
Ghosts from tommorrow

Memories
of yeasterday
Voices still present
Of the dead yet alive
They fade
Materialise
For the grim reapper
Her beautiful future
Is only his past
To reap.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poems, 11: Fallen and 12: Remaning Traces

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 11: Fallen

She knows
She feels
No sounds needed
No words required
The loved one is not coming back

Fallen out there
Somewhere
In the rotten fields
A life cut short
The heart she cared for

A dead body
Filled up
With foolish memories
With impossible promisses
The one has left her for ever.

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 12: Remaining traces

Empty bed
Lonely song
A trace remaining
In a heart of stone

Beyond her dream
No touches to feel
A trace remaining
In a memory to kill

Beyond her words
Tears grow old
A trace remaining
In nobody’s hold

Empty dream
Since the time she left
A trace remaining
From the day of her death.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 10: Drums of March – March of Drums

Again
The drums beat
(has she not heard them before?)
They beat and beat
Calling for war
Stealing the senses
Robbing the mind
Transforming the heart

Continuously
The drums pound
(Has she not paid to them attention?)
They pound and pound
Dancing for destruction
Changing into marches
Steel into guns
Humans into animals

Infernaly
The drums strike
(Has she awaken to reality too late?)
They strike and strike
Towards the end
That chould not have been
Youth innocence burned
By killing machines

© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

Poem 9: No Choice

Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 9: No Choice

Signals and signs
The courage to be
From the heart
From the soul
Into the pounding
Into the glow

Signals and signs
Give no option
But the courage to be
Live with the fight
Til the bleeding stops
Or die in the night

Signals and signs
Without option
Without choice
Only renew the courage to be
Not any alternative
The struggle is her true identity

Signals and signs
Allow no option
To be followed
Continuing is the only way
The rediscovery of the courage to be
Keeping destruction at bay.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Only a poem

I am running from meeting to meeting, from writing to writing. Ijust have time to enter a poem today.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 8: Best Friend

Distert memories
Suffering battles
Wars
Cutting though the shades
Her weapon is her best friend
Down the hill
Over the fences

Pain disappears
Blood never dries
In the far distance
Bangs
Loud Cries

Run, run
Till the past fades
Her companion talks
Kills
Destroys
Down the hill
Over the fences

Run, run
Escaping life
Away from her self
As the mist transforms
Into her friendly hell.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Reactions

Uff!
I did not expect so much reaction on my poems and other things. So I few points in answer to questions:
1. The date below each poem is when it was revised. Some of the poems have been written a long while ago, some have been read by others and some have been read in public. I have combined the poems to present a "kind of" story. But each book and each poem holds on its own.
2. Yes, some of my poems have been turned into music.
3. Questions about the poems can be sent to me here in the blog as comments.
4. Yes, I help people to get money in European projects. On this, go to my work webpage and write to my "professional" e-mail. Some of my friends just got nearly 350 thousand EUROS (aprox the same in dolars) from the European Commission. to work in a project for two years.
5. Questions about Akademi Norr can sent to the secretariat. Look at the address on the side. It is true the educational programmes and courses are good. In some case one is approaching 100% employment after higher education. There is even a Ski Akademy, if you are into combining higher education and winter sports.
6. Yes, the Challenge Award have really been compared to the Nobel Przie. The cerimonials are the same, in the same place, etc. For questions on the Challenge, one can write to the Challenge secretariat. It is also link to the side.
7. I admit: so far the blog format is kind of primitive. I will try to improve. Thanks to the criticisms.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 7: Golden Dragon

Nothing left
Just the sorrow
Lost Dream
A forgotten tommorrow

One step forward
You disappear
No scream
Not a single tear

Glad with your theft
Out of the way
In the future
To justice you will pay

Have a reward
Have two
Around the corner
A dragon waits for you.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Applications and Poems

I read through what is open in funding from European Commission and related services: Over 3000 entries in the TED tender database + plus everything else that is not there. Got a few minutes to get a few more points on the article on ICT and Health in China, as well as the article about the Brazilian electronic voting system. It is interesting that the Prudencio design of electronic voting, which originated in South Brazil, has become the dominant technology design in electronic voting at the global level.

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I will probably not have time to look at the blog before next Monday. Thus I enter here the poems for four days. One question already emerged in my e-mail box. What is the Station Cafe? Well, it is a place that inspired most of the poems in the collection that I am presenting here. It is located in the city of Umea, in North Sweden. You can find more about the Kafe Station here: http://www.kafestation.com/5.html
Life and Death at the Station Cafe has three books: Death (19 poems), Conflict (15 poems) and Life (11 poems). The poems are numbered: First the book number, number one is death, and the poem number. So there is an order. Start with I.1, followed by I.2 etc. So you have to look at the numbers to follow the story's order...

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 3: Needles

Humanity Lost
Suffering remains
Attractive smile hides
Destroyed rotten teeth
Nice hands disguise
Claw thorned arms
Sculptured body deifies
By hell abused tail
Behind the beauty
Screaming eyes
Terrorised by the events
That broke her soul
Stole her heart
Destroyed her mind.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 4: Ticket

Aerial plane
Insane feeling
Illicite gain
Ticket unused
Body abused
In a travelling with no focused end

Flying thought
Crazy killing
Begotten pain
Ticket unused
Mind confused
By a journey without a start and end.

Gliding soul
Unnatural dealing
Bullet in vain
Ticket unused
Heart accused
Of not living from beginning to end
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 5: Teenager's cry

All the stars
All the matters
All the signs
All the looks
Just scather
When she cries

Nothing shines
Nothing dies
Nothing emerges
Nothing moves
Drowning ether
When she cries

The end of light
The end of death
The end of life
The end of worlds
Join for ever
When she cries.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 6: Higher Education

Distorted
Crooked lines
Straighten up
In your twisted mind

Spins and whirlpools
Fast life into motions
All stationary
In your crazy emotions

So this is you
An invisible self imposition
Incapable of discerning
In your lack of distinction

Driven away
By your choice of insanity
Understanding disappearing
In your faked vanity

As you look at the mirror
Your higher education reveals nothing left
Just cockroaches
In your empty head
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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