Lost Time

Time running through my mind

Loosing some seconds here and there

What happened?

Where is my soul today?

Lost, like my mind and will

Now I am here late in life listening

And looking for a path to live by

Run Away

When things are so bad

That you can not stay

Focused and everything

Is so sad

That you cannot live anymore

You are looking for the door

To another life or no life

At all

Then is time to get away

Run far away

Before you are getting

Killed or kill yourself

Just by accident

Writing a Blog

Writing is a hard thing. Being critical does not work. Sometimes one just have to improvise. Writing comes from writing and the more you do it, the better. Life is short and the thing we put energy into effect us profoundly they change our direction in life. The stage is empty and so is the floor. To write on the WordPress or Twitter is to enter the stage and start playing. The audience however I’d or small will show up eventually if they know that you are there and play their tone.

On Thinking Out of The Box

Sometimes one have to think the

Other way around, going in the

Wrong direction, In December I had been in

San Francisco the day were getting shorter and the

Weather colder, I had the option

To travel home or to go somewhere

Else, I went to Taiwan and realised

That I should be in that part of the world

Surviving Being a Partner to a Bipolar

Living with a bipolar partner can be very traumatic. All conflicts tend to be extreme. Whatever you are doing is completely wrong. You don’t deserve any credit for anything. No matter what you have done so far is never enough.

Then after that comes the change. She is so sorry for what happened and what she has done. Then there is a slight chance that you can agree on something. This agreement she might keep or not. But the that is s good start.

Once this pattern has repeated itself enough often. One start to adapt and create strategies for handling it. Eventually however it gets you and you can give up talking about your needs since they are not acceptable if he/ she does not feel well or is frustrated for one reason or another. It can be a family quarrel with a mother or something at work. You will have to carry the burden of that by being the target of aggression and merciless criticism for something completely different like putting the children to bed too late or in the “wrong ” way.

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

The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

A Slave

I am a slave of humanity

Serving it dearly

While it’s behaving severely

It does not care

It is busy with other things

That’s digging it’s own grave

They dig it here

They dig it there

Now they dig everywhere