A Place To Rest The Mind
Being in the endless
Stream of action, feelings
And desires
It is a never ending story
Of love and loss
No time for reflection
A monotonous noise
Without meaning
Involving as many as possible
As much as possible
Stealing time and life
Only the extremely narcissistic
Or the wise retreats in time
So another day
To start, writing, working, fighting
This will be a hot one
Filled with conflict of
Representation, pretending, relating
In the end it will be what it is
And the sea will still be there
A
I cannot go on
Anymore,
Cannot think
I lost my car key
At home
Being criticized
I felt worthless
She demanded I immediately
Find the key and another key
Lost three months ago
I feel so bad
I should not exist
I should not live
All of me is wrong
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
Trying to compensate
For a long walk
On the road to death
Being treated like an object
A helper of kind
No peace or compassion
Is being given
Sometimes we have to navigate in bad water being
Lost among family and friends
That have their own problems
Such is life,
That when we need help the most
It seems to be farther away
Than we can reach
We are trapped in a limbo
Being to weak to get out of the trap
But to strong to sub comb
And here we are waiting for
The iceberg to melt
So that our bad ship
Might reach the
West Indies
Going by Greenland
Was not a good idea
Even though the name
Seemed to promise
A good time
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
Blinded by your beauty
In all the ugliness
I fainted
And went into dreaming
About what you would become
And why we would make
A terrible couple
So I continue to read my
Newspaper
Slowly sipping my tea
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
All that energy is gone
Just a low hanging fruit
A place of no hope
Only pain remain
That is life
Here and now
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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