almost lost

i lost almost heaven
wasn't even there
though i’ve leaven
earth to anywhere

the shock of sepsis
narrowed my mind
even without scepsis
i was totally blind

i realized the sore
the relativeness of life
it touched my core
and even my wife

now i am back on earth
but relativeness stays
don’t now if it is worth
to be alive for more days

difficulty of dying

once you decide
you have to go
never tell another so
they won’t go by side

it is so strange
to say good bye
every body will deny
coz they love to lie

not at least you will be last
to order death in a glass
coz no one will help you out
deny the truth take time-out

so at last you will be alone
with yourself and the imago
even you can’t help yourself
others put you on the shelf

so alone, so never where
can’t remember who were
friends, they gone in time
nothing for you to lime

so best you can is dying fast
shall be nobody’s ugliest last
they don’t want to die with you

coz death is fear without a clue

i must say

i must say goodby
cause i have to die
it isn’t a common lie
because hope has fly

i lived my little life
driven by the drive
my love for a friend
was so nice i ment

never met some oddy
with such nice body
especially meant mind
never met such a kind

wonderful things passed by
don’t feel need to tell why
because she understand
the meaning that i meant

my forest

my forest is hidden
in my haggard heart
i am searching
all my life long
i can't find the
exterminated exit
i feel alone and i am
abandoned by myself
my forest is in bad shape
the trees are sick by
acid rain in my mind
the lacking leaves
can't safeguard me
against the burning sun
i can't breath by the heat
i suffer and suffocate
do you see, i don't see
my vision is blurred
i don't hear in my ear
the singing birds only
the humming hate
in my distorted mind
i can't dig a hole
in the north pole
to save my soul
maybe you should
find a way in my wood

old oak

i feel like an old oak and sensations are pointing at me my prosperous age of a thousand year. my stem is stiff and i can ample wave with the wind. my roots are cold almost frozen. it is difficult to soak the frozen water in my roots. my bark is dried out and loosening. it is easy for the woodpeckers to dig a hole in my old skin and i realize that their outcome will be my last contribution to the welfare of the forest. the head of my crown is almost without any hair, most of them leaves my boughs by the strong windy weather. the raindrops falling on my head are transformed to tears, that leaves the leafs of my old trunk to translate my sorrow and concerning for the forest. will i enjoy the twittering of the birds on my branches next years? or will the fungus show mercy and helps me to contribute for the last time? is it forbidden to pray for a fast solution by the hand of the sawing machine of the forester?

sad so sad

look and see
that there is nothing
to hear and listen to
the pictures, that
in my thoughts
upsets my feelings

the confused being
discriminant of no future
in wich you dispers in
to much of nothing
your divided being
diffuses away in
unmeasurable chaos

let me rest'in
a woe of pain
send me back too
the save environment
of the dashing sounds
of the mother-lap
and complain with me
as i refuse my conception

wandering soul

i wander around the fields
for the remnants of yields
seeing the miserable odds
maybe the wraths of gods

i roam the host of deads
to match single breaths
to see someone is alife
i obey my internal drive

i float on grassy meadows
i notice only black widows
between the heroic shields
of the pulvered battlefields

who will tell you

who will tell you
that me, loved you
so much, so much
i can’t tell but must

because i haven’t time
to put it all on rhyme
i need all my capacity
to die on time, a pity

so don’t forget poor me
i don’t know who is he
who needs to say goodby
cause i only wander by