Mishaps

I did not know if I did

Anything wrong or

Just happened

To be in her way

Everything from that point on

Was my fault

Again and again

For the last ten years

What an awful way

To waste ones life

Morning Entertainment

The fight started

Already in

Early morning

A never ending

Conflict

Revolving around

Who has done

What and when

Always the other

Persons fault

Ongoing relentless

Stress

And the eternal excuses for being

In this eternal stress mode

The Parasite

So I been told

All through the night

How bad I am

“You are a parasite”

The parasite told me

While sucking

My blood

“You used me”

She said taking

My money and hope

“Love me, why don’t

You love me

Now I am burned out

Because of you”

While running around

In circles blaming

The world

Pitying herself

The Rare End

Projecting power in an aggressive way

The devil is not in the details

But more in the attitude

Contemptuous,

Believing to be superior

And in the same time submissive

Maybe the flip side of the coin

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

A Stench of Paradise

Just being here

Trapped on a small island

In the wast emptiness of the mind

Another slow day

In the summer

A day so still that we are

Creating conflicts as a pastime

Running around in our own mind

Tearing down Paradise

Review

So I been told

All through the night

How bad I am

“You are a parasite”

The parasite told me

While sucking

My blood

“You used me”

She said taking

My money and hope

“Love me, why don’t

You love me

Now I am burned out

Because of you”

While running around

In circles blaming

The world

Pitying herself

Without You

The sun still shines

The flowers blooms and

Life goes on

With or without you

Wherever in the world

You are my love

©Schibolet

Circle of Actions

The black darkness

Of being different

Defined as sick and crazy

– Go and get help

I don’t want to deal

With it, she said

There are no solutions

To your problems

Only me and my problems

Are solvable she continued

– I have no patterns I just keep

On repeating myself again

And again, that’s all

A Shaky Reality

So we are back again,

Back to crazy accusations

Defining me as mentally ill,

Because i did not change my daughters dipers

Did not brush her teeth before bedtime because

She was to tired

I have to get a diagnose by a psychiatrist

Because of this

Trying to keep up, stay focused

This is a hard thing

Working to get back my energy

I don’t trust people anymore

This has been to much living together

With people that define you as mad

When they have problem to keep themselves

Together