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

Sleepless Light

Life in the city can be

Like a sleepless night

There is always something

Going on, somewhere

People moving around, walking,

Biking, begging, drinking, making out

Or living in their mobile screen slowly

Losing their mind and soul to the big monster

That is Internet

Getting lost and being abused by

The big five

This ultimate madness that drives humanity

Into the dance of death

With it self late in the Holocene

Turning Inside

As the snow keeps falling

Things get worse

Turning away from the

Difficult things that are

Caused by the inner struggle

Between adaption and

Self realization

Being introverted as part of

The dying process

Turning away from friends

Seeing no meaning of talking

Failed going to Holland

Did not dare to use my last money,

No loan, no friends, no confidence

Telling anyone

Ambivalent of the consequences

When borrowing money from

My daughter, turning the

parent-daughter relation

Upside down, just wanted

To feel well, feel my power

Inner strength, to laugh and

Get away from the self destructive

Existence called reality

My bad reality someone else’s

Dream a paradox, being told

That what you do is bad every day

Kills your senses and self respect

The Master Gender

The message is clear

Blunt and brutal

Your time is less worth

Then mine, I make the money

You are just a parasite

Not making any money

You do not matter

Whatever you do it is

Not enough

Only

Me, me, me

And I

Have values and need here

You are my servant

I’m the bossy slave victim

Master of nothing and everything

My flower will never bloom

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather

Limited