time for lines around the eyes only the vaguest concerns you impending force of decay I tire of your youthful face misspoke the reflection turned the songbook page and dropped into the smell of holes the autumn is burning you're coming on colder don't leave the window open what drifts in is unclean your spirit won't be lifted if you inhale a touch too often a rock to the glass too many and the pieces spell your glistening name those mistrust faces when you interact suddenly with their deep inner animals like in grandmothers stories oh how her arcs stretched though her death meant nothing to you what does death mean when you're eight there is nothing to it really uplifted your spirit shines as the smell of old flesh rises to permanently evaporate and the whole unwholesome life goes crashing through the clouds somewhere they wander a few days then lose their bearings spirits wander freely until one moment turning around find themselves unfamiliar, those terms they've escaped you too one day will know how well the dead know the living how they crawl into their flesh sometimes distract you out then make themselves at home of course that creepy conclusion can't be if you hold yourself by the heart keep its handheld pumping going with those ghostly hands flowing through aorta veins and arteries you got that wrap of flesh down solids lets be solids a while then liquids lets go back to the ocean that salty make it music let's go in the winds will shrivel our flesh will tremble together we're still mortal but there's time enough to do it again keep on doing it again there's will we have it let's not lose out let's repair our wrists reverse the time we said it's over let's find something more to say you morbid we have something connection like an ancestry how familiar I found your conversations and you too said what when we came together sparks remember abandoned with echoes of life leave it all behind remember could have but we didn't follow that now what it is who knows could be nothing but dream it sometimes even with images carry on with imagination keep going with that epic sometimes wash away like waves I no longer control, lose my breath and go under.
...amazing the way of your writin i s amazing:} there is something abstract...something unreal in it...its like you want to say something but not everybody understand u what u are train to say. i like it very much:}:}:} thank you for sharing it:}i ll be happy to read more of your poems:} keep on writin and makin Art:} lots of sunny smiles peace Nadia
...breath taking. I agree with arthippie you have a style that is abstract and not everyone can understand it. Id enjoy reading more from you, so keep writing and posting. may peace and love find you. Amber
