Poem #17

Pouring rain 

wash down my sorrows

falling deep into the shadows

drops of water

calm my sadness 

and melt my weariness

lost between sky and earth

where my mind tears apart

taking all the mirth

dark clouds of dust

violently pull memories 

which should be forgotten 

leaving no glories 

to dwell alone rotten

without will

without hope

take my wish

away from this torment

so that you may restore 

those cheerful moments 

to their original dwelling 

as they were before

everlasting

Poetry #6

Stars running in the void

unleash a tremendous feeling 

that we cannot avoid,

clouds of gas and dust melting

into the black of darkness.

By diverse temperature they leave their mark

where they once lived is now emptiness 

just their memories remain to spark.

Fine measurements are required 

for life to exist and be admired,

while other planets are dead as stones

this one is filled with water and air,

with which tiny drops are the keystones

creating living plants per pair.

While greedy predators enjoy all the work for free,

life is sustained by a power capable to see

which pitiful being believes that everything comes out of the blue

without law nor order, which is not true.