Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans

Hell Monday

This is a bad day

It is the Monday from

Hell, extracting your soul

Out of the societal machinery

You will soon be grind to powder

And eaten by the cows

Nobody loves you

And if they do they want you

To be loved to lobotomisation

As well

Kiss, kiss

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

Slumber

The day closes in

Soon the night

Will overtake

Out mad aspirations

And hopes, fears

That kept the day

Going in all it’s bright

Light that hides

Unpleasant surprises

All that will rest for a

Moment

While Sunday turns into

A news monday

Filled with new fears

That will hassle and tear

Us a part slowly

Piece by piece

Still leaving us

In the dark

To care for

Ourselves

Reduction

Monday is the worst of days

Forcing its discipline

Upon us early in the

Morning, reducing

Our option

Streamlining the path

To achievement and

Failure,

You cannot be creative

Just working catatonic

In the catacombs of

The reptile brain

Worst of Days

Monday is the worst of days

Always filled with hard awakenings

The dream is over, the family drama

Has ended everybody lost

Back to the ordinary life

At work, school, unemployment or

Whatever takes you through the week

The human illusion is so vibrant

What we have to do or not to do

Just a few feet away another

Parallel world awaits us

Patiently

In the Valley of Darkness

Life in all its variety

Is a prisma of suffering

In one way or the other

Trying to go

When its as darkest

So I don’t need

To feel any hope

When the light

Return

Hope

Returns

Eventually

Hard Home

Monday is the worst of days

And this day when the sun

Don’t shine

Will not be remembered

If possible

To start the week

Without any hope

Just a lot rooms to clean

Bills to pay

Makes me want to go away

Watching the cars passing by

On the highway