Purgatory

Is suffering healing

Or just another burden

To an overloaded psyche

Avoiding suffering brings

Sometimes even more suffering

I know this into the bone

But is this circle possible to break

Or an eternal curse

To live with

Rubble

Drinking to stay awake

So that the head

Becomes clear

Making the mind softer

The thoughts less quick

Less condescending

Being chained to the destiny

Any resistance is futile

Only the drugs give peace

To the battered mind

Flightradar

The only way is not a way

It is a highway of good intentions

We are clearly lost out here

Our hope is falling us

Life cannot be better or worse

Decadence the only option to change

We abhor change

Our fragile society has to remain

The same forever

The ghost of doubt

Is having a meeting

With our unconscious

Every night

Battered Land

The crisis came early

In the afternoon

Left alone to myself

I went around and around

Again and again in pain

Repeating an eternal pattern

Until late at night

Ambiguity

The morning always breaks

In the middle of night in May

Collapsing the sense of day

Creating ambiguity about

The eternal order of the south

Where every night is dark as coal

Moments of Experience

When I was a boy

I dreamt of a brighter better day

A day when I wasn’t alone

A day of love and joy

But with age comes

Wisdom and the joy

The great joy of not needing

To share moments

With those not interested

Everyone in their own eco chamber

Makes a lot of noise

Only the silent trees offers

Remorse and peace

For a troubled mind

Trapped

Things went south

In a very bad way

I stayed put

Believing things would

Get better

They didn’t

Now I cannot leave

Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

Fighting Spirit

The conflicts start

early in the morning

Promising a miserable day

Every move and action we take is a

part of a bigger pattern

So is the conflicts as well

It is all in the open to read

Still we go into a

Relationship with open eyes

Blinded for the longterm suffering