You might assume,
That they always need a crutch,
Cannot be trusted very much,
Need to carefully guard their lunch,
Always ready, to kangaroo punch
And have sawdust,
Instead of a brain.
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Lonely hearts cry,
To look up to.Without Love, they say,You wither away,Dancing each day,The depressing Ballet,Of ‘I miss you’,While Autumn Leaves sway,In the loneliest way,Dying away without youNever again, ever to say,In the bright light of day,‘I Love You’.
Strange creatures that speak,
Ignorant Sphinx?Dr.Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or both?The Great Paradox,Are we really human?Thru the years,Little gained, a lot lost.
Writing, reading Poetry,
A Companion, glory be,From land to every shore,That is what you are to me,Dearest,So dangerously close,Being in my lonely life,My one and only Rose.
What does it mean to be free?
Or you like me’We can still be friends,Get along in harmony,Show mutual respect,Even if we think, differently.Minds have to be open,In order to be free,So please if you want,True openness to progress,Don’t make yourself ‘more’While those that are different,‘Less’Only Tolerance makes us progress,Love more and hate less.
I am the storm in the sea,
I am the passion, the pride,You are the world by my side.I am the dream that is Free,You are the Stardust, I see.I am the forest, the breeze,You are the white Rose of Peace.I am the soul, you can’t see,You are the Love that’s in me.I am your life and your sky,You are my All,…
Not all we write
If ever,Not all we feel,Is ecstasy,Whenever,But if what’s writtenIs sincerely feltCommitted,We can rejoiceAnd bless, our choice,In between, aboveThe useless Noise,Well, fitted