Reincornation Diary

April the 1st. My birthday cry
One year before I died again,
My lungs are full of common pain
Like bird that’s falls when starts to fly.
I laugh again so quietly. Weak.
My newborn life just started up,
But soul feels a coming crap
The mirror shows a stupid freak…

July the 4th. I’m 60 old.
One hundred years before today
I’m watching  to a pigeon’s play
And  can’t remember what I’ve told,
Because  my memory is short
Someone just steel my force to prove
My body can’t  to make a move,
But Life will do a new abort…

September 15th. Middle age.
Five centuries before I lived,
But then I’d just have not believed
And I had not hold down a rage.
I murdered much. There was a war.
There was a hell that took a part,
When soldier’s friend was blow apart
And soldier’s Angel was a whore…

April the 1st. My birthday laugh.
Four decades passed. I’m ready now.
I don’t know when, I don’t know how.
My way is close to second half.
We always have another try.
I will be missing  you, My Friend
And all the time that I can’t spend
But I don’t have to say Goodbye.