Lights

Morning in the middle

Of the night

Changing the boundaries

Between being asleep and

Conscious

The light has perforated

The mind awakens

Painful memories and

Shortcomings

Rebuilding what was once there

Or never been there

Like a fever dream

Only the bitter wine

Gives temporary

Peace of mind

From the relentless remainder

Of shortcomings and shame

© Schibolet

Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

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

Night Light

This dark winter Sunday

When the daylight

Leaves us Frozen and cold

It is Like being on the bottom

Of the sea

Lost among strange and

Colorful creatures

Eating each other

Weak

The day ended before it stated

A weak light hiding between

The trees and the sky

Dull, tired colors

Changing into black evening

Early in the afternoon