as he opened his google wardrobe
to spread and organise his day
his wife behind him,wearing his lifelong failures.
the silent screaming piercing his very heart
shorting his breath
the dream like mountains before him
his blood rushing
just one momment
just a day
a longing,so mysterous so strong
a day filled with laughter
a night spend in sleep
against ourselves,our souls we will give
be it to a devil or a god
for some peace,.
I will give up

Beyond or before the physical.

I had nowhere to go  so I roamed about in the warm sun,and without noticing I had entered a cemetry.Row upon row,tomstone after tombstone. All where laid down,who knows maybe they all have passed their final test.For after a life not so good you can still go for ever in the darkness of hell! All ages. man . woman. Death have no friends. death have no preferences,
I stopped on one grave." Here lies I,who always loved you best. Please pray for me".some desperate man.
How a moment changes one.One day I too would be lying here.Maybe then some insight would be shown to me.For where the physical ends something must begin.Before the big bang,before the birth of the physical, there must have being something and probable it is still there.We can witness the moment of birth, a physical been born.so one day we must pass the threshold and venture in.but first we must shed our body.Beyond our bones,beyond our metals there must be another momemt.Trapped in this physical momemt we can only dream of another time.I feel like Mr. Sammler's brother.Some one who watches,only.Convinced of nothing. Holding nothing in my hands. Only that momemt,when I too have to cross the threshold into who knows what?

Apple tree

Our nights have lost their rest,
and the days their hope
for who are these blue skies?
for who the birds sing and the sun shines.
Round and around we go day in day out
some like nomads follow their dreams,dying with them
bored.
alone.
put back the apple tree!
let me try again.
let me start again.