When they flatter
Doubt and screen
Words are seldom,
What they seem,
Like a puzzle,
Or a dream.
Life is not easy
When you have to decipher,
The strange melodies
Of so many Pied Pipers.
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It doesn’t STOP!
Treacherously odious,Human conditionThat makes us want to fool,Hurt others,Even kill them!When they are our brothers.OH, despicable ones!That harm and plunderThe innocent,You are embedded with evilAnd the Devil’s thunder,Let all the weightOf truth and justice,Fall upon you,So you regret,All the evilThat in our HistoryDisgracefully, you’ve set.
Oh, the artist within,
Life without Art,Is like a kettle, with no spout,You’ve never been able,To fully feel it,Or pour it out.How lucky are those!Who are hit,By the creative dart,Life, heart and art!
In the scary pallor of our everyday lives,
In which inexplicable sensations,Take over,With joy or with sorrow.It’s theses Moments,That make you wonder,What it’s all about?And make so indefinable,Our todays and our tomorrows.
Poetry,
Of talking to oneselfWhen no one’s aroundTo listen,Pretending,You are just,BlendingArtistic sounds,And nothing else,While,Keeping prideAnd sanityIntact…
Poetry, my love,
Of all earthly pain,I love you so,And not in vain,I love your creative rain,Without you, lifeWould never be the same,Love would never feel the same.
Since I can’t stare
Where loveMagnifies,I stare into SadnessItself,Knowing that helpWill never come,And that lifeWithout youWill burn out,All by itself.