This holographic poem
Was written by the personated tree
That reminds me of you

For although I may lack the valour
To emancipate your battered heart
I'm hoping this far-flung poem
Not to be mistaken for amatory

But rather a gift
From the stairs
That take comfort in the echo
Of your whispered secrets

This inessential concoction
Of words has been formed
By the stand-still bench
Trapped in the memory of you

This incongruous composition
Of cluttered abstractions
Was conjured up by the
Missing skin on your wrists

can not be found in the flesh
For as warm it may be
As soft to your fingers it is
It will lay soft and cold eventually

can not be found in gold
Yes, it never loses its luster
But many coins you need to muster
And no number will fill the gap in your soul

can not be found in others
For the laughs may distract
The facade will crack
And still you will be empty inside

ilusive as it may be
It follows you around
It never left
For within you she rest
Waiting to be awoken
And while the rest might feel great
They serve as nothing but crutches
On your own you must stand
If you are to revel
On the pleasures life offers...

To improve one self
To look on path troded
It´s essence

To know there is more
With hunger jump forth
It´s rushes

To balance the mind
With the desire of the heart
It´s key

And once held in hand
You will understand
That happiness flies like a bird
But behind she left
Tranquility
And the knowledge
That you can get it again...

Imagine if one day
Gravity just gave way
It all began to float
Loosened from the floor

And as you begin your gentle rise
As if being pulled by the sky
What would you think about?
Would feelings within you be aroused?

Would you think of the young?
As they float up to their demise
Would you be glad their innocence
was left alone?
Or saddened that their deeds
will forever be undone?

Would you think of the old?
As they hasten their death
Would you be glad
their suffering is at an end?
Or saddened of the mistakes
they could not yet mend

What of lovers, is there a thought?
To a swift end comes their love
To feel their embrace nevermore
Or in eternity each other adore.

Families, friends and co-workers?
Officers, bankers and robbers?
Priest, sinners and saints?
Me, you and them?

All floating softly to death
So many stories
That came to an end
But what about you?
Would you spare you a thought?
Reminsce or curse it all?
Would any regret cross your mind
Or maybe memories would warm your heart
Projects left unfinished
And dreams so long without visit

For this reasons and more
we musn´t dally
So do away with lists
projects and tallies
Life is too short to spend thinking
We must think less
And open up to feeling
For we are not machine but human
And humans die
So go out there and live
Before you are claimed by the sky

A daemon
It stalks in the night
It fills me fright
Blocks out the light

Its dark in appearance
Claws and teeth showing
Denies my calm cleareance
As my anxiety keep growing

To stop my ambition
It gives me visions
Of loss and defeat
Yet strong I stand
For losing I can't
My life depending on it

Yet stoic it stands
The glare on its eyes
Inmutable
His desire to destroy
All that gives me joy
Inmovable

And no angels will come
No champion wielding sword
This fight is my own
By my side no companion
Alone I sally forth
As another option there is not

But I won´t lay in the mud
****** and bruised but not beaten
So open the maws of hell
His minions spew forth
I will not be defeated...

I wish I could write
Yet life´s meddling
Has me drawing  blanks
I stare at the screen
I stare at a sheet
It´s all the same
There´s only white
And my pen grows dry
And my heart colder
My blood thicker
My mind dumber
A jam of words
Within me grows
I can´t form verses
Theres only letters
Only phonemes
Only scribles
That look like symbols
Lost meaning all...
So many poems to write
They remain in the void
For you will have to excuse me
I need to get back to work...