Impressions you can’t arrest,
Impressions you can’t forget,
Feelings and emotions,
Of happiness or distress,
Stamped in words forever,
As in a painting, at its best.
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Love,
In a never endingEmbrace,Full of beautyFull of grace,That nothingCan replace.
I love Poetry,
It has of language,Every human mood,And should be by allLoved and understood.
I’m running out of themes and ideas,
Where Poetic Ships resist to come.As life goes on and the World turns,In me, less and less things start a fire,As life in me slowly turns away,No longer fanned by the Winds of Desire.
It’s all about Feeling,
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
You kill me and chill me
A love that will still meIf ever unheard,For love is expressionOf spirit and life,The deepest impressionOf feelings, alive.
I know you’re not coming back,
Like the day is long,And the night is black,And it hurts,Like the cavernous black holeOf a star that died,Leaving behind,No luminous track.So, I’m feeling black,Black like an endless cave,With no heart,Where blind bats gather,Seeing not,The sign of mourning,The forever, Black,Left by your departureAs the day is long,And the future, black.