Realizing that the only way
Is not a way
And that things
Will happen eventually
Between us as a form of love
But you hurt me again and
I don’t want you anymore
I am sorry for that
I cannot
I want you
Flames
Starting
Stress is not a good start
For building a stable mind
A good relationship
Hope of any kind
We need peace
Maybe even
Love
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And Now…
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
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The Final Act
So the eternal struggle starts
In this drama
There will never be any end to it
Different will
I am the week one
She is the strong
Money and thrift
Decides
Soon only the ashes
Will be left of me
Happy to leave this
Ugly planet
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Ending the Relationship
Anxiety cannot help
It only tells you to run
Run quickly
Everything more complex
Than that anxiety will not solve
Anything
But here I am running around
Prepared to leave
Without money or anything else
Needed to live
Just starting all over again
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The Breakup
Moving in and out of total
Paralysis, anxiety becomes
Uncontrollably
Floating around in what cannot be defined
I failed so many times
And therefore
Why try again
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A Night Full of Action
Traveling in my dream
I learned that my wife
Had changed our house
To a small cranky appartment
Where a relative to Saddam Hussein
Used to live
He had hidden a lot of gold there
She found it and shared it
With her arab lover/ helper
Called Ahmad
She despised him
But needed the money
To get rid of me
Leaving me in the flat
I tried to warn my children
They did not understand
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Return to Unhappiness
Separation
Whatever happens
This is the same spot
Back again
The same problems
Conflicts aiming
To solve nothing
Somewhere else
Nowhere else
And so on and on
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Loss of Control
I did not choose this life
This life chooses me
All that frustration
Being in a divorce
With two small children
In the same house
I don’t feel like having
A relationship
Ever again
Because it will all
Inevitably
Fall apart
I lose my own consciousness
Have no hope of any resolution
At all
Healing or dying
In the darkness of
My soul
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Heraclitus
Realizing that change
Is inevitable
No return
Pain is the name
Of that game
Shame and fear
All the things are
Connected
Still isolated
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