of memory lane's path
some elderly folk can no more amble
for their minds are caught
in a forgetful shamble

their yesterdays all obliterated
by an insidious brain complaint
which dims the path of past events
in a most faint paint

as time progresses
their minds can't retain a thing
they are in a state
of aimless wandering

dementia is a place where
we'd not like to go
as its path loses track
of the footprints in times ago

I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much

A bell rings in the distance
I hear but don't see
The past calls out
But I cannot answer
I'm speechless
So much at stake
Yet I can do nothing
Frozen in space
Surrounded by everything
All my senses alive
I still cannot move
Yet...  
The bell continues to ring
And I can still hear it's melody
All the while...
I'm not moving

dismay is felt when opening the newspaper
to read Athena's astral charts
on many occasions her predictions are well out
which tend to make the readers doubt

to-day she stated that all Geminis
were in for an adventure
but she failed to also mention
the possibility of a misadventure

Taurus individuals supposedly
are going to win a truck load of cash
they'll be disappointed
should they not collect a stash

she said all Virgos
would be bidding their time
but how would she know
as few of them can march to a rhyme

this pronouncement she had written large
which told of a Capricorn who'd fly to Mars
yet this person hasn't got a rocket
which can propel him to Mars

here was one that reeled me in
she spoke of a Pisces eating a dog
her info was well out of kilter
we all know that all fishes prefer a frog

Athena was glowing in her outlook
for those Cancer folk saying they'd find a bloke
though none of them are in the market
for finding a bloke

she put in a good line for Scorpios
to be careful whilst using the hose
as they might get the nozzle
stuck to their nose

Libras were given an Athena heads up
not to take their dreams too far  
why would she say that
when we all know that a Libra dreamer always makes par

she stated that Sagittarius ladies
needed to buy a spring party dress
though they've all got wardrobes
full of lovely floral brightness

what do you think of her
Leo chart for November and December
during these months
will they have a holiday to remember

she made mention of Aquarius souls
by way of Rock and Roll
few of those sixties baby bombers
have the legs to now Rock and Roll

finally her is what she telegraphed
for our Aries cousins in Perth
they'd all be reborn on planet Earth
yet none are seeking a rebirth

Athena's predictive Astrology page
is one we'll all need to thoroughly gauge

There was just you and me.
No one could beat us,
We ran the world.
Found new adventures along the way;
I gave you my life and you yours.
Even through the dark,
We helped each other through.
The battles were strenuous,
We were strong.
Our bond had its test,
Through them we beat all.
Then that faithful day,
When you drew your weapon.
You drew then sliced it right through me.
Into my back,
Past my heart.
I can't breathe,
You can't take it back.
I can't see,
You try and fight,
For us.
But what's left,
When half of us is dead & gone.
Through every battle,
Nothing could break us.
Through every adventure,
Not ten obstacles could stop us.
But you,
You felled us.
And sitting in recovery,
Belief in the impossible,
I just can't believe.
The knife you stabbed me with,
Showed no mercy.
Even with your words,
The weapon said so much more.

To be trapped in a body containing its own limits 

While others trapped inside an open bottle 

Both similar yet different

People in bodies trapped can't aspire to break what can be broken

Those trapped in a bottle can leave when they can shape themselves to leave the bottle that isn't closed

But can't comprehend the shape

What we seem to forget

Is we are limitless in a reality deemed by culture and illusion

To be produced and consumed 

To fit any shape but not move

You're not suffocating 

I've moved air through clogged straw

And still I stress 

And I digress 

Even when suicide is a mere option

A cowardly choice some say

Be glad

Because when it seems bad

It really is

Then hysterically submit to convulsions

And succumb to the shock

These are our motives place by our limits in a society that doesn't exist 

Like you

It's man made