Sunday Prayer

May your life be filled with colour
May your life be filled with joy

In world that’s full of hate
In a world that’s full of pain

May you find your own save place
May you speak your perfect rhyme

And when darkness comes upon you
And despair is holding thight

Know that love will always find you
And once love holds there be light

Am giving up can’t get it right so throwing it out in the ether. Sometimes that works.

Your Need

Your Need
To find someone to hate
To find someone to grate
To find someone to belittle
To find someone more brittle

confuses me

Your Need
For mercurial machinations
For merciless judgement
For malevolent gossip
For marauding emotions

angers me

Your Need
for grandeur
for fake valour
for othering
for bothering

annoys me

Your need to hide your insecurities
Is not more important than our need to be safe

The Shadow

Hovering over your every move
Darkness shrouded
Lying in wait
To pounce on the unsuspecting

To raise a storm tide
For a wrong word, a look, a smile
For a letter missing
For an idea incomplete
For independent thought
For a rumour taken as truth
For truth taken as lie
For a molehill perceived as an elephant

The shadow is stuck in front of the mirror
Fixated
Concealer to hide the marks
A fragile mask of normalcy

Not to be seen
Not to be known
Not to be found out

Hasty strokes applied
Over and over again
Mimikri for a world full of enemies

They must not know
They must not see
The shadow is caught in echoes of his reflection

Trigger Warning

Like light and dark
Like clouds crossing the ocean
So cross your feelings
Bobbing with the waves
Push and pull

Come closer I need you
Go away I hate you

That’s how it works
The traumatized self
Can’t cope alone
Can’t cope together

Must find someone to hate
To leash out to
Must have an enemy
Because every enemy created is better
Is saver then the enemy within

The one you can’t escape
The one who whispers from the shadows
The one you have forgotten

For now

But the pain
You haven’t forgotten
The pain is still there
Body memory
Simmering underneath the surface
The pain is anger now
A self righteous mission against windmills
Giants who never were

That’s why you chose to fight them
They are invisible
Nobody understands
And thus you win because nobody can tell you that your mission is a hoax
A distraction
A ploy

Summertime

And the livin’ ain’t easy

Summertime
And you make me queezy

Summertime
And you are miserable

Summertime
And your soul is in the darkest winter

Summertime
And I let go
Your winter is not my cold to fight
Your darkness is not mine to carry

Your hate is a reflection from your mirror
Your bile is oozing back into your soul
The hurt you cause comes back to you sevenfold

I release you
I release you from me
I release me from you

I release you from your pain
I release you from the fog
I release you from your self-imposed shackles
I release you from your hate
I release you from your revenge
I release you from your perpetrator
I release you from your victimhood
I release you back into the wild

Geh mit Gott aber geh

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