These are the last days

Thoughts becomes decesed
as the smell of death lingers under
my nose like an alleyway to my heart
Love breathes soft like fragments
of tissues as if I twist it together
perhaps I can find my whole soul
I have pain within and it suffocates
my mind, the beauty that swells in me
poor beautiful women inside she's
suffering as dust wind comes and its
comming!

what legendary artist
to paint these memories to remembered
they stain my heart like a lipstick
the truth I hold to who I am
I know me and I find myself
amazed at how life struggles
with what is beauty of the heart
the soul forms sketches only seems
to want to make it out
metaphors all over without
the one imagery and my feeling
as soft as a dream
where is the theme
perfection is the quality
that seems to be unrelized
as like what is her ability
that someone else doesn't have
I was made to make to create
landscapes that blooms
as like headaches I step
into ponds
the moist air I feellthe rain
though it seems it does not
know I'm here when it
rains all over
where is the rooftop to this rain?
where is the sidewalk to this mud?
for I am damp and drench
the eyes does see rainy days
as the sight seems of a blur
all I see is a women there
underneath the sun as like
my prayer so like my bead
I lay on my knees and I look into
my heart as like a picture and
say "how beautiful"

as life have steps to reach it
it does seem as if some parts are
quite muddy but I have to know
where I will reach for
there is a map to happiness
through trials times this map
I have through wind and rainy storms
I hold it dear and when I feel as if
this map will leave I hold it tightly
I grip it on for I am a teacher to myself


for these are the last days
when all sort of madness comes
and family and friends are gone
when everything dies infront
to protcet myself against his hurricane
I must these goals that complain
and my heart as like a burning bush
when thought shatter windows
and there is a leaking in the roof
I find a corner and protect myself against
God because I know these is false and truh
I look at everyone as if there are strangers
I fly amongst pain for not every bird has
there wings and mines I bathe them
with wisdom melodies of voice
and spirt of peace and happiness
I soar like a beautiful moment