My mind is like a sieve
I meet old friends
Names
Faces
Forgotten
From a past these memories
Leaked out, I don't know when,
But confusion falls upon my
Face,
Awkward silence, a smile given
Then I start talking like I've know there
Face
"How you been"
"Still with what's her face"
"In the same job"
Then I walk off talk to names I know.
My Brain is like a sieve
I meet old acquaintances
Alias,
Appearance,
Lost
From a time before thoughts
Void, since I don't know when
But disorientation falls upon my
Features
My mouth opens, speech silent, I grin
Then speak
"How things"
"She got much time left"
"Does your work still ****"
Then I stroll off to people I know.
I was going to say something
But you know what
????????????
Its just vanished,
I'm so forgetful
It'll come back to me at a later date,
My thoughts escape me sometimes
"Now what were you saying"
What? that my brain is like a sieve.

Tis the season of taking
Of ones self ,
Where the mood changes
Depression,
Darkness,
Light,
Does not shine, waking
In a lightless sky,
We crave light
But clouded is the sky more
Grey,
Rain,
Wind,
All add to this season
Of gloom,
Tis the season of taking
Ones self, where all one sees is
Darkness
That clouds the soul
Tis the season of taking
Where we need the light
To feed our souls
But this is the season
Where life feels to heavy
And we commit
Our own self destruction,
For now the
Season
Of
Suicide
Is upon us, clouding over our *souls.

I was swimming in a sea
Of balloons
They were
Ocean
Blue
&
White
I tried to hold on but
Always slipping under
The white would slip off
the many blues
And hit like a
Feather
Shaped
Brick
Many more would fall
I tried to breath
But the latex water
Suffocating,
Asphyxiating,
Breathless,
As each rolled off my face.
I was in a ocean of
Balloons,
But they kept floating down
Knocking the air from my lungs,
I swam,
I drifted,
As the white wall faded
Sinking to the bottom
The weight too much,
To float as the blue,
I was swimming in balloons,
Now floating face down
Suffocated by the endless blue..

A single seed upon an
Open palm,
What is the story for
Life to
Breach,
Penetrate,
Grow,
From seed to sap,
Then It feeds on
The goodness from
Ground,
Air,
Sunlight,
Branches stretch out
Like a yawn frozen in time
Foliage gives cover its shaded
Under carriage,
How Many have played
Upon your leaved branches
Silent,
Old,
One,
What stories you could tell
But for the moment you
Are but a seedling nestled in my open palm.

I raise my palms to the
Heavens,
But as hands slump
Downwards,
They are not open
Clenched,
With the regret, I wanted
To be with you, but could not
Find the strength to
Join,
Ascend
Together
I wished to hold your hand
One more time
But I am weak, i want too
But the strength
Is not with in me,
L
O
V
E
  Woven eternally in to our
Hearts,
I reach my hands to the
Heavens,
To reach out to you
But as before
Feelings,
Tears,
Clenched,
Fists rain down to my side
As tears cascade,
I am weak, I want
To hold your hand one last time,
But I can not join you,
Strength in living, I know
We will be together,
But I cant give up on life, not yet.

I see stones upon the ground,
As I walk through this
Quite,
Silent,
Deathly,
Stillness place, Many have walked
Upon the ground I now
Walk upon many
Memories,
Thoughts,
Emotions,
Have fallen many times,
The ground always wet
As tears have fell like rain,
I see many
Names,
Dates
Frozen,
In time, there voices silenced
Never again to walk the land,
I walk upon the ground
As I leave a
Single,
Rose,
Petals,
Fall to the ground
This garden you eternally rest,
A place where there are stones upon the ground

They were my angels
They flew to forgive their
Sins
Immorality
Guilt
That had been a burden
But as there wings spread
Cleansed,
Relief,
Joy,
Screamed from their lungs
As there transgressions
Were wiped a soul clean,
Then their souls free
Let their bodies hit the floor,
The paper gave me a name
"Fallen Angel"
"As if I was a sin"
I had cleansed many before
So much to be done,
I knew of them
Planned it, souls freed
Some resisted,
"But all fall before me"
Adam
&
Eve
They will be cleansed,
A child Is pure,
There wings white from birth,
But those
Who transgress
Will fly,
***** before they fly
Wings open purified
Before,
Their bodies hit the floor
I cleanse sin
But they have found me
Called me by name
Fallen Angel,
I smile
As I jump
For I have cleansed the many
But I am a fallen angel,
Screaming
I am now cleansed
As my body hits the floor  
I was the fallen angel now still on the ground below.