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Zywa 21h
Getting off the bus

one man crosses and one waits --


Both are in balance.
Autobiographical account "De harde kern" - 1 ("The *******" - 1, 1992, Frida Vogels) and "Diary 1966-1967" (2009) - April 4th, 1967, Amsterdam

Collection "Trench Walking"
I am

I am so afraid that
My life feels stuck

The same routine
The same habits

Wake up
Go to work
Home
Sleep
Repeat

I find myself living
for the weekend
Ignoring the time between
Wishing away my days

It's hard to escape
This grind society
has plagued us with

We have to work to live
But there's hardly any
Life to live after work

Wake up
Go to work
Home
Sleep
Repeat

I am

I am stuck in this
Endless loop of time
Slipping away

wishing away my days

Living for the weekend.
How do I end this loop?
Steve Page Jul 28
It's about balance -
about choice.
It's about consideration, honest
exploration of options
(and having courage enough
to risk infractions).

It's about precision,
about tenacity -
the capacity for patience
and acceptance of perhaps
having to start afresh.
Work Life Balance has always been beyond my reach.
Emric Arthur Jul 26
My house is a mess,
So is my mind and body,
I can’t live off stress.
Aaron Beedle Jul 10
I write as a lover, before the storm.
The wolf pup in winter, seeking the warmth.
I write in a theatre made up of dreams.
Walking the tightrope, of my tensioned feelings.

Believing the gravity serves as my foe,
to bring me to earth, abandon my hope,
A pessimist calling.
I leave it a note.

I sing as the sibling, to decorate lives.
To wrap up those present, greet who arrive.
And each day is christmas, when siblings celebrate,
together they dine in the feast they create.

I work as the father, to wisen my hands.
To cultivate friendship with life and with land.

I love it regardless, this life that we have.
Mariah Jul 7
Wishing I was dead
never worked out - in the end
Death and Life were friends
Even when it's bad.
Zywa Jul 3
Now that he wants to

make it up, I understand:


he does what he can.
"Dagboek 1962-1963" ("Diary 1962-1963", (2007, Frida Vogels), July 17th, 1963 in Bologna - About father's visit to her in April 1952, in Paris

Collection "Trench Walking"
For even space is occupied,
There is both foreground & background.
That which is visible
And that which is elusive.

Like vapor from water forming clouds.
Like gaseous vents expelling
What can not be seen, but felt.

All is & all is connected.
Zywa Jun 23
Another day
of manoeuvring
in the holy triangle
of languor, passion and harmony

In my blood, lethargy is floating
lazily along banks and jetties
It lies down
in the signal boxes

of my muscles and mood
as the prey of the fighters
who ignore the night
to make a party

of my life, now or never
to participate, out of desire
for happiness
that is short-lived
- Being slow, sometimes careless, and maintain what is there (tamas)
- Being active, from passion, and change something (rajas)
- Being in harmony, which gives joy (sattva)

Collection "web tissue"
anotherdream Jun 19
What would you have to lose
If you chose to run away?
Cause that's what I've been wondering
When my nightmares keep me awake.

Would your thoughts race for hours
With the memories of our secret place,
If you could forsee my disappearance
If you knew that we would change?

Perhaps this feeling is not justified
Because I'm over-analyzing things,
When I'm aiming for an equilibrium
In the friendships that I make.

Cause when I consider endless factors
That I cannot control and have to face,
I realize perfection is not possible
For a human to attain.
I'm realizing that a perfect balance in friendships/relationships doesn't really exist. There will always be some sort of imbalance in terms of who loves each other more.... and that's normal. I should stop working toward a goal that is unreachable.
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