Following my nose,
going where my feet lead me,
I embrace a world.

I'm losing you.
Or is it you're losing me?

I can't tell anymore.

All your sails are stowed
And I'm tired of blowing at them.

But I can't seem to quit this gasping
and take my final dying breath.

On such nights
my friend
when pain blooms
like a hot red flower
inside you, look up
and chew the gristle
of a bone white star.

While remnants
of a south breeze,
waft smells of life, death,
wars.

Graves are laid
Dues are paid
Farewells bade

Poetry is made.

No silver lining to this cloud
gray, even more so damp.
Pouring down on my soul as I just lay
I lay here and cry as the rain hides my pain.
Getting sick is no concern, but my heart aches and cramps.

I long for her eyes, so bright and aware of my innermost secrets.
Now I sit, for her return to my arms wide open.
One more bottle to open, she will arrive.
To wipe these tears from my eyes.
Those beautiful lips and beaming smile, it drives me wild.

From above I hear our song, and I sing along.
She is no where near me, rather so very far away.
Hiding away, waiting for me to join her, maybe I will someday.
Six feet beneath the dirt she sleeps in silence.
I feel her here, next to me. My darling, my sweet, my wife May.

You sit drinking your cheap liquor,
and flat soda.
You wax your philosophical views
to anyone who listens.
"The problem," You say,
"is that no one cares."
Your slurring thoughts are truly
a voice of a generation.

For a moment
I stared alone
for a moment
I was lost
for a moment
I travelled far
for a moment
I found myself.

It's time to make it happen
Find the words
Throw the cards
Up in the air
Realise
You only get one life
And care.
I am alone
It is just me
These words are mine
No one will see
My heart will beat
Until it stops
I carry on
Because I'm lost