Tired

I am so tired

The energy is gone

I am not tired

To hear that I got so much

Problem

I am tired of being owned by others

Defining me

I will rise

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

Blue Monday

Found a way through

The city streets for a

Brief meeting with

My teacher and Guru

However

The man was not found

He had already died

.

Though he had been

There waiting for me

On the same spot

Exactly eleven years ago

Our meetings had

Therefore to take

Place in the spirit

More than as a

Conversation

.

Another little man

A boy had been born

In the meantime

With his very own

Passions and problem

Mirroring the old

Master but much

Wiser

One Gray Day

After being abused and used

So many times, manipulated

Again and again, my sight

Was clear watching the

Devastated landscape

That once was my life

Goodness is the road to hell

I thought that love would

Heal her wounds but

Trashed people trashes you

And eventually destroys

What they have

Here I am trapped by

Doing what I learned

Was right, turned out

To be an illusion

I stand here

Not knowing

Where to start

 

 

On the Run

On the run

From the inevitable

Disaster that

Eventually will catch

Up blaming

Us all for our incompetence

Whatever we do

It all depends on her mode

Of the moment

Trashing us to pieces

Year after year

Servitude

Fighting a hopeless war

Losing on all sides

Still it keeps me standing

Hoping to stay out of servitude

So tired, really tired

Serving the need of others

Their lazy life tears me apart

Their fulfilment of repeating

Destructive pattern are destructive

I wish I had been different myself

Meeting oneself in others trashes me

To pieces, still I try to purify myself

In this cesspool, this fountain of dirt

The Eternal Quest

So the eternal, nocturnal

Battle has started

Trying to make the baby sleep

Frustrated parents and siblings

Happy child talking her own

Language

Refusing to sleep for generations

The same problem, with different

Solutions for each and every one

Being Used

And now again

The same old story

Repeating to us

The wisdom, that one learn

Nothing, going into the same

Trap again and again

With open eyes

Keeping the Wake

You keep me

Awake at night

Complaining for

This and that

Always blaming

It is never your fault

Throwing the children

Around like they are

Pawns for you

Which they are for you

But not for me

In the end

You know I will

Leave you

Relationship can

Never be built

On grievances

Sunday Quagmire

Messy night, sleepless flight

With screaming children

Fighting, crying and soon

To be the confused morning

Trying to get the sleep lost in the terrible night

More noise, less choice

Trashed people they do trash you up

Eating the leftovers of your soul and self

Only by luck can anything be good eventually

But not eventually

Likely