One Way Only

Rigidity is one way

To deal with reality

Sometimes it works

Most times it doesn’t

A sort of delicate balance

A way to understand the world

Without varieties or alterations

An excellent choice in many ways

Even though it destroys for the people

Around who just has to accept

Whatever is in your head at the moment

Love

Love is beautiful madness

An insane projection

That takes over your

Mind and body

Numbing your senses

Until you wake up

After a few years

With a family

That can transfer

The madness into

The unforeseeable future

Melodrama

Living in a consistent

Melodrama

Every morning and evening

It has no end

Just a continuous crisis

And then of course

The shutdown of feelings

Watching Netflix, eating and drinking

Too much,

Running

To much

But it will stick to you

So that you cannot leave

Year after year

Staying in this dysfunctional pattern

Until it breaks your health

And you are thrown out

Like trash in the backyard

The Wanderer’s Story

My life is over and done with

Only the last chapter remain

The snow keeps falling

Outside the window

And it will keep on falling

Life were never easy

I never let it be

No one around me

Took it easy

The uneasy life

Got into everything

We all got caught in our

Patterns

Until I woke up

One morning and realised

That it did not matter

And walked of

Into to the wild

I never looked back

Downhill

Finally the depression

Reached me

Back home

Downhill a bad day

As a dysfunctional family work

We bring each other down

No Family

So we are not family anymore

Just having two children together

Living under the same roof

Let us part never to meet again

Forget what we had and have

In resentment together

We go

Chains

Trapped in the dreams

Created for us

By all the others

Our family, nation and faith

We lived in invisible chains

Messed Up

Writing continuously

Throughout the night

Throughout the day

I have nothing to say

We are here

Life is so good

Life is so bad

We just run through life

Repeating our ancestors

Mistakes and indisescretion

Competition

My father told me how to lose

And leave things behind

Every Friday he had to win

Every Friday we played badminton

I being smaller was an easy match for him

One time things turned out differently

We went skiing in the mountains

The bitter cold at top and gray sky

Made him challenge me

-First to the bottom wins he said

And off I went

Fearless down the hill

He came far behind

I won not by 100 meter

But maybe 400 meter

He never spoke about it

Again

My Song

For a long time

I tried not to get involved

Avoiding conflicts

Believing that things

Would work out anyway

They did not do that

The bad people continued

Their way

Since no one stood up against

Them life went on

And in the end

I lost my self

My will to live

My sense of living

Eating pills did not

Solve but maintained

Things as they were

So here I am alone and old

Soon gone

This is my song