Fighting Spirit

The conflicts start

early in the morning

Promising a miserable day

Every move and action we take is a

part of a bigger pattern

So is the conflicts as well

It is all in the open to read

Still we go into a

Relationship with open eyes

Blinded for the longterm suffering

Open Head

No peace of mind

Just a clutter of voices

Telling different stories

Insider my head

Making me upset and tired

At the same time

Just let me sleep

No Dreaming claims life’s

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

Watching

Lost passions

Just watching

The trees grow and

The people tumble around

Fulfilling their desires

Soon the dusk sets in

Passing quickly away

For the night

In Absence

The lost man

Searching for himself

In the void

Between him and others

Trying to connect

Trying to reach out

But to no use

Eternal loneliness

Is his credo

Not reality

But imagination

Still real

Drifting

Life is so much pain

Sometimes

So hard, so long

Floating on a raft

On an ocean

Knowing that

I might never reach

The shore but forever

Drifting along the stream of desire

My desires

Other peoples desires

Floating along

Hoping to reach the shore

While the wind and currents

Have their say