Morning Entertainment

The fight started

Already in

Early morning

A never ending

Conflict

Revolving around

Who has done

What and when

Always the other

Persons fault

Ongoing relentless

Stress

And the eternal excuses for being

In this eternal stress mode

On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

Wrecking The Boat

Sometimes we become trapped

In the past

While life moves on

Confused

We are trying the old patterns,

Ways and tricks

But to no avail

We are starting to sink

And the only way

Is to keep swimming

The destruction did not

Make us wise but kept us going

With as much as we could carry

Only to end up almost naked

At the beach, starting all over

Again and again

Until we perished into the

The cold, deep blue

Baltic

Paradise

The sky changed colour

Became dirt gray

More than hundred people

Died that day trying to leave

Paradise the city in California

Was burning, only one way out

Everybody trying to leave

At the very same time

Their souls and body

Surrounded us in the city

As a sad memory

Remaining us that we cannot

Change so easy

A paradox of the mind

The Fire

Destruction comes as a surprise

No one expected

The burning cathedral

Fire is still burning

But again, this is not a lost cause

Eventually the spires

Will rise again

Many decades from now

Aftermath

Life did not end

It just became more

Complicated and lonely

I did not back off

I stayed put and lost

Because I had not enough

Money and support

Or was there other reasons

The mind is moving in circles

Under the hot sun

Our history together

And my fathers projection of me

Being everything he despised

Why would he help me then?

He did see me as unable,

Unpractical, useless creature

That he had to put down

As always, as in the past

This black shadow of my life

Black Sunset

The night has its own black sun

Spreading its darkness at night

The antithesis of the real sun

Only small stars, a few planets

And the moon ignores it

Spreading their faded light

At night

Creating secret spots of black

Sunlight, Since no one has seen

The black sun it’s existence

Remains to proven

Only a dog or two know the truth

Howling desperately at night

To call our attention

Fire

Far out in the west

The fire has started

The long summer

Is coming to an end

Paradise not far from

Hell town

Has caught fire

Killing hundreds

We breathe the

Smoke through our

Masks and hoping

For it all to go away

We know well

This is just the

Start