I cannot breathe

I CANNOT BREATHE

To express yourself without feeling ,
is like a beauty ,
so unappealing ,
is like a bird without a beak,
that cannot sing,
a mauve orange,
with no peeling .
Its like theres the atlantic ,
between us ,
or a treble decker ,
impossible square wheeled bus.
Its like me holding you so near,
but i have no hands ,
its like a coward without fear ,
the sahara minus its sands.
How can we see,
but not concieve,
take away the oxygen ,
but still you breathe ,
have a greenery ,
without the leaves ,
an overcoat without the sleeves ,
or a crow that cannot fly ,
or maybe jupiter ,
without the eye ,
which ever way round ,
the day you left,
is the day i died

forever alone

FOREVER ALONE

Can you imagine that someone has bitten,

a huge part right out of your soul,

far past the spirit dimension,

making this life a constant suspension,

forever alone,

and cold,

,just waiting for the unknown,

to unfold,

then you stand an apparition,

just a vague trace ,

not even a vision ,

as the sermon gets told ,

at least the egyptians ,

got guilded with gold,

i cant even keep,

what i thought could never be sold

going down

GOING DOWN

Here Iam just thinking ,

with this my heart keeps sinking ,

god I miss you being around ,

and the liners going down ,

I can’t swim at all I know ,

I’m sure to totally drown ,

I drift aimlessly ,

from day to night ,

in a rubber dinghy ,

I reach out to the skies ,

looking for your tigerstone eyes .

Am I destined to be ,

tortured forever in purgatory ,

I dont think I can go on like this ,

the earth the sun and planets ,

have ripped me from the inside,

into tiny bits,

Now I’m just a shell ,

floating on a sea of firey hell ,

all shamens please lift this spell ,

my mental state is unwell ,

There ahead I see some land ,

I want to bury my hurt and me in its sands ,

I wish for you to join me ,

so we can die together holding hands .

stained in flawed glass

STAINED IN FLAWED GLASS

This is my first alien december,

estranged I look through my window and remember ,

between the houses to a place ,

of now dismember .

Gone years we spent ,

the wind it harbours the past ,

sometimes it blows ,

which recalls the scent ,

my spirit it falls ,

in final lament ,

I dream of our carved names in mental cement ,

forever to last ,

my window reflects my face at half mast ,

an imprint ,

a ghost over the grass ,

of what went ,

my pain ,

is stained,

in flawed glass ,

all windows trap the past .

The events of life ,

emotions well spent ,

of a gone husband and wife,

outside commotions ,indent,

decades of apparitions and all its strife ,

whatever happens isn’t always meant ,

this used energy is rife ,

the anti matter gets felt .

Maybe we feel the connections ,

can I peel away the outer sections .

Why do I feel all that I see ,

is a yestertime ,

in it you and me ,

myself I revile ,

for my own stupidity.