The Power Of Negotiating

We are being put under pressure

In life all the time

Again and again

Eventually I will give in

Do what they want

But this time I will try

Something very different

Something that puts me

To a better place than now

Or not it does not really matter

The Tipping Point

Our vision changes

New passions new fears

Nothing remains the same

Still almost everything remains

The surface and the depth changes

What we talk about changes

Unthinkable things like

Talking about sex or admitting

Psychiatric diagnosis in public

Becomes the new normal

Our patterns stay the same

No one will see us

Because in all that visibility

We are invisible

Only the cold stone

In the bottom of the cave

Confirms in their own way

Our physical existence

Consolation

It is not life itself

That brings you down

But the relations

The dysfunctional situation

The material conditions

All that can be changed

But changing the patterns

The thinking, the actions is something

Truly different

Things lose their meaning quickly

And then we are trapped in the quagmire

Waiting or even hoping to die

The King

The old exercise fields

Are frozen and barren

The revolution has been canceled

Only the monument remains

Now owned by the king

That is slowly

Regaining his power

In our more and more

Unequal society

The future belongs to our overlords

Be they capitalist or nobleman

The people has surrendered

Admiring power and plentifulness

Staying quiet and docile

In their humble abodes

Connection and Message to Humanity

Jesus has left the cross

And returned to earth

To tell us the will and word

Of his Father and the Holy Ghost

Nothing has been heard

For over two thousand years

And now he is back,

The man and God to whom

We direct our prayers

The message is loud and clear

But in the same time

Incomprehensible

“Eat Dutch cheese now or

Be forever condemned

Like the fig tree”

I woke up and

Turned of the radio

Only to fall asleep again

Meadows

The late evening

Were filled Sounds

Vibrations from another

Century another lifetime

People, friends long gone

Talking laughing and screaming

The mist made them invisible

Indivisible from the trees in the forest

Maybe it all happened inside

The dreams of past summers

Still I meet them there every midsummer night

Broken Brain

Sometimes the memory is gone

Some parts of the brain does not work

Anymore

A glitch

A separation between two parts

That need each other