To past memories

I wanted a world
But got a life.
I craved for love
And got a wife.
I dreamed of past
So got off last.
I kept the dreams,
They perished fast.
But you are still with me,
Regardless of attempts
To seize the memories to be.
Despite regrets, amends
I cherish all the time
I had;
For me it never ends.
I treasure all the love,
I whisper names.
In spite of rationale I starve
When I remember you.
No mater how true
It is what I will always feel.
It does not have appeal,
But by its side I stand -
Forever and until the end.

Farewell

Inside
The flowers of green and blue
Derived from formulas,
Like atomic glue
Which binds us in this universe.
So lost
In prose, its hopeless host,
Naive, benign belief feeds grief.
A fire burns behind the eyes
That I am afraid to pry
Instead I cry and keep them closed.
For better or for worse
Last dreams and hopes
Entwine with wind.
They call me from within,
But what comes back is busy tone
For sadness, lost and lonely in my home,
Already answered one last call
It leads me to the edge
And then it helps my fall...

No talent

Terror
And Error.
Response to the bearer
Of news none to fair.
In sadness of peril
Till sorrow entails
To spin head to tails
On virtual rails.
Round-about mistakes
Making sad circles and squares.
Seizing to be.
Living inside of me.
Wanting to come out;
To scream and shout.
Yelling with mouth closed
An awful, daunting prose.
In all of its glory
My lack of talent!