Life drained departed
Into a land of silence
But somehow
Now
I feel you
In the night's breeze
In the whisper of trees
Rustling in the wind
I can hear your sigh
Your voice echoing
In the silence of the night
All of a sudden I realize
That you are here nearby
I feel your presence
Up close next to me
Trying to tell me something
Suddenly I awake
Feeling your presence
In my room
I see not nor do I hear you
But I still believe
You have never left me
Living on forever
Even in still life

You knew me once as someone else,
she needed to take a break.
Life was hitting her a bit to hard,
So this is for her own sake.

A shell she now has,
tough as steel and rock.
No feelings shall hurt her,
no more will they mock.

She cared way to much,
and loved way to hard.
Her heart was always breaking,
Forever torn and scarred.

Nothing can touch her now,
I am blocking the way.
She is gone into hiding,
and I am here to stay.

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

when the devils in your head playing with your mind
giving you his thoughts.  of the evil kind
makes you toss and turn he wont let you sleep
there inside your head hiding in the deep

waiting for his chance so that he can win
so you will take his thoughts and let the devil in
you must twist him round and the devil chase
send him back to hell to his evil place

One oddly tilted head
Two eyes were two stones thrown into the horizon
Four misplaced limbs because of the shock
Three? They were left
Those names were unheard when you did these kind of things

It's cold here, I'm dead, I'm so dead
Under a crowded line of fog-makers
Nobody could see me.
Ironic? No.
They couldn't see my nose, my lips even a tiny bit strands of hair
I'm dead I'm so dead
All I can do is waiting for someone to smell me
Help me!

- - -

One cold heart was needed
Two blank eyes were left by dignity
Four uncontrolled limbs the liquids took charge
Three? They left me
None could stand hearing my name after all

It's cold here, I can't sleep, can't sleep
Behind the window I can see trees making up things
Frightening? No
I could see the nose, the lips, even the tiny bit strands of hair
It's morning again and I still stare
I didn't imagine things, here she is,
I can't sleep, can't sleep
Help me!