Mosaic of Fear

Fear has ruled

My life

Fear of getting hurt

Beaten up, killed, humiliated

Hiding behind a friendly smile

My soul suffered and

The game of dishonesty

Took over

Now when life is

Almost over

I wonder why

Good Hate

Hatred is a good

Thing

Glowing in the morning sun

Like red leafs in the autumn

It keeps alive

Less numb

Then the Buddhist denial

Strategy pretending

Strengths and righteousness

The cold numbing

Needed only by the generals and

Money collectors

Harmony

In an unknown

Landscape, I find

My self as well

In the depth of the night

That feeling rests

With me a few short

Moments in the morning

Conundrum

More time cannot solve any problems

More of everything is just more

Not better but less

Unbalance between want and  need

When having mad afternoon tea

With a naked girl

Talking nonsense

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At the Bottom

In lowest of the low

In the bottom of the pit

I have to collect myself

Put all the energy

Together

See if anything

Eventually will grow