Something in them dies,
But express yourself positively
Not by harming others
Or taking them to places
Where muddy hate resides.
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You thrill me, chill me,
Love fills with grace,The empty space,Of many Worlds.
Nothing is beautiful anymore,
Nor man, nor beast, nor art,Is our frail humanity,Finally falling apart?Or did ugliness always reign?Among the slightly civilized,Now turned totally insane.
I’ve seen a sunset
Liquid gold,I’ve sailed the oceans,To project a lifeSo empty,Artic circlesWere less cold,I’ve climbedBare mountains,Thinking I wouldEasily find,Rarefied airThat makes all love,Seem kind,Yet all I foundWas thinning oxygenThat made it difficultTo breath,And get of LifeThat thrilling holdThat only, LoveCan give,Not being forcedOr even told.
Loneliness is a colorless feeling,
From deep down inside,Perhaps, best exemplifiedIn Munch’s painting, The ScreamWhere the deep pain of loneliness may reside,That you cannot kill and you cannot hide.
What is True,
I suppose notQuite a lot,Language usage without shame,Just to fool us, all the same.
Control, Control, Control,
Like cereal in my power bowl’Thinks the imminent candidate,To upcoming Tyranny,‘Vote for me, trust me,And you will see,How life becomes slow agony’