I walk across the ocean floor
Where everything has a blue tint
I do my thinking here
While the sea is calm

I think about you
And your stupid smile
That I love so much
And think is adorable

As the fish swim by
So does my hope
For us to be together
For you to be mine

The seaweed flows gently
Unlike my mind
Which is racing with my thoughts
Racing with my emotions

I don't go up for air
I don't seem to need it in my dreams
I know it has to be a dream
I can see you walking towards me

Your smile is so clear
I can hear your voice
But before I can even blink
You're stolen by the ocean world

I open my eyes in pitch black
And just look up to whatever
I think about you all over again
And now I am sad

I hate to wake from my sleep
My dreams of the ocean floor
Even if you wash away
Before I can touch your face

You are taken before I can hold your hand
And feel your embrace
I'm stupid to think this way
Get it out of my mind

all the pills I took
make my thoughts blur,
mind is fuzzy.

i can barely stand,
the world is like
a rocking ship.

swaying back and forth
as the sea tosses me
between the waves.

is my head still between my shoulders?
patting where it should be
all I feel is air.

where has my mind gone?
to the clouds
far from ground.

i lost it
i don’t know
where I could be.

is there something wrong?
i have so many words
but i can't find the right ones
which would save us
why are you depending on me?
...
/M.A./

I see you walk through the halls with her
She wears your new jacket
She wears your new smile
She wears your new life
Do you recognize me
I wear your old jacket
I wear your old smile
I wear your old life
I wear you no more
I wear a stranger that you no longer know

Winter-poem


On the way home I had bought winter-wood, only buy
a little at a time this because I’m so ****** old and can't carry much.
The supermarket was nearly empty I liked that people make me nervous and grumpy.
I bought a bottle of wine with golden horse; the wine is from Alentejo
We all have a penchant for lions; Norway is full of stone lions some
of them look scary and much bigger than the real ones.
It was then I remembered the poem, I think it is of the intellectual sort,
deep ploughing and full of dictionary words. Alas, after unloading
the wood I had forgotten it,
but I will remember when I get the first line right.

The gap
b e t w e e n
my arms,
created by your
a  b  s  e  n  c  e
from them,
***** my
breath
a  w   a    y.

I am the lover of the stars, flowers, and the wind,
I desperately love the highest mountain,
Just like the way I love the core of the earth.
I love all things with their energy, concerns, and occupations,
After the fashion of my love of raging rivers.
I love the dawn & the dusk equally,
As I love the tortoise and the hare,
The unknown and the known similarly.
After all, the bindweed is found as beautiful when compared to the rose,
And all things deserve my love, which they certainly get,
Solely for existing.