Silenced Voices

The things you once

Dreamed of cannot become

True anymore

They will remain

An unspoken dream

In your mind forever

Coming back to haunt

Your dreams at night

Asking impertinent

Questions

The Gold Plated Life

I live in a guilded cage

A beautiful place

I have food and bed

No job still I am fed

I am chained to history

And bound by guilt and shame

I will never be free

Waiting to die of old age

And my own misery

I have courage but no hope

Letting the momentum slip

Away because

That is my way

Middle Earth Life

What is the meaning

Of my life, just a jittery

Scheme of

Confusion and frustration

Long days of working

Eternal conflicts about

Trivial things or

Extreme anxiety and the

Need to create conflicts

Frustration and patterns

That repeat themselves

Eternal

The Boy

Once I was

A happy young man

Being a fool and

Dropping out of school

Traveling the world

Met rich and poor

I opened many closed

Door

Sensing my limits

I met this beautiful girl

From home out there

In the world

I stood there

Naked and gay

In front of her

High as a kite

She told me

I love you

Just the way You are

Just do not Take it too far

And that was the way it had to be

Some but not to much

I started to wither away

All my dreams grow old

And in the end there was

Not much left

I had gone old

The children had left

For school

Lonely and lost

I had to find

New dreams

Overworked

Tired

I will not save you

The Bar

A man walks

Into a bar

Realizing he

Is no movie star

Just an ordinary

Man from the

Outer part of town

Going slowly down

Getting old and daft

Life is in his past

What a blast

Just enjoying his beer

Forgetting all his

Anxiety and fear

Until someone

Tries to bite of his ear

Oh dear….

Sinking In

When the energy is lost

You sink into the coma of

Self-reflection steering into that

Strange mirage that pretend to be you

The turbid picture makes a strange impression

Depression and self-pity combined with

Contempt is acid for the soul

Even mindless drinking is better than that

Our mind is constructed with the Thanatos

In mind creating the option of suicide quick

Or slow that takes decades

Only mad action can cure that

Choice

I did not choose

This life

This life

Choosed me

To be in it

And here I am

Not knowing

What to do

Breaking Down Up the Hill

Certain days are made for drama

Icy roads and cars breaking down

In the middle of the night

On the highway

Unexpected but planned

As a trap by the subconscious

Slowly driving home in a new car

As an old man

Less vise than before