It doesn’t work.
You try to find, the Truth
You’re just a jerk,
You try to understand
What’s going on,
No magic wand
You try to live in Peace,
Another Planet, please.
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Here is a poem
Enjoy its wordsIf they are rightRegard its imageJoin its flight,And learn that loveGives life, its mightTraveling furtherInto light,And don’t forgetTo give a smileTo those alone,To those abandonedIn life’s trialSometimes a poemOpens doorsTo feelingsNever felt before,If they are goodThen make them yours,Spiritual richnessAs bequeathedBy just a poem,Nothing, else.
Those who lose their time,
Know there is no bigger ‘Crime’Than Love and Sincerity!
The minutes pass,
Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.
Words are treasures with wings
Free, self-expression,And when they leave,A good impressionAn aura of learningAnd closeness, is felt,Creating, magical links.
The Machine of Corruption,
Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.
Better to view, poetically,
Ever, so unkind,Pathetically!Man writes his own,Tragedy,Not knowing how to control,His evil sentimentsAnd Vanity,Constantly, fooling others,To satisfy,His own, Insanity.