I try.
I will never be prepared
For that final,
Goodbye.
Love is a special
Tyrant,
And I can’t even
Explain, Why.
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Every time she speaks
Her pop eyes, creekWith that crooked lookOf having reached,The summit of corruptionAnd yet!She still holds her seat.Shame on them,All that fool,FoolsAnd shame,On allOf us too!Allowing suchDisgrace!To happen.
Love,
The endless givingTo one another,As feelings travelFrom hand to hand,Hearts are a beaming,Life’s meaning foundThen two togetherHear Heaven’s sounds,Then lovers wonderHow could they everHave lived apart.
Like the breath of day
Want to stay with you,If it has appealHas spoken to your heart,Keep it with you.A friend, a confidant,A friendly handA poem that at moments,May assist you,And at others,Who knows?May even cry,With you.
Disturbing and pleasing,
Once tasted,Necessity, tugsAs a MustAnd you crave itsBiting, lust,That serenades,The dustWe are allMade of.
Life is Tragedy
Knew this well!Life, givenWith so much pain,Lived, with so muchTragedy,Then,Suddenly, takenAway,Forever!And weHelplessly,Like statuesHave nothing to say!
It’s wonderful
And drown yourselfIn Words,And if you’reVery lucky!Say thingsNo one has heard.
I try.
I will never be prepared
For that final,
Goodbye.
Love is a special
Tyrant,
And I can’t explain
Why,
But every time
I think of your departure,
I break down and cry.
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Poet Fools,
But in Real world,It’s War and Grease,So few attempts,To harmonize,Instead we’d rather,Paralyze,The Planet, Moon,The Ocean, fair,Because so Few,Do really Care!
A Love that is:
Deeper than all Love can be,Deeper than the mystery,That has bonded you to me.For there is no deeper love,Than a love that cannot be,Yet endures the depth of Time,With deepest melancholy.And so, deeply I can see,What this love has done for me,I have travelled into space,In a state of utter grace.Deeper than Life’s mystery,Deeper than…
God Bless he,
A moment stopped,And Beauty trapped,Captured forever,By its Lenses.
The Voice of Sanity,
Swallowed byThe devil’s call?By human hypocrisyAnd unlimited greedOf which,We are guiltyAll!Since the very beginningGreed and liesHave soiled it all,Losing ParadiseWas not enoughNow also, the devilIs in us,We can’t seemTo snuff out bad stuff,Living off ofLies and bluff,Trust no one,Even though,Living alone,Is ruff!Better alone,Than livingAs a lying louse.
Poetry is not Easy,
Mystery veils the way,To very deep inner feelings,Inexplicably, at times,Clarity does not hit the ceiling,Mystery does surround,The inspired word,That chimes,In wonder, so sublime,As the spirit climbs,Emotionally divine,Inexplicably,Words conjugate thoughts,That cannot be forced,Or bought,The very spirit of the poet,Is caught,In a Web of Humanity,That sometimes even,Goes beyond thought.No, Poetry is not easy,And still remains,The Great Mystery,Of…
Another world
This one has fallenOut of grace,All the absurd,Right in our face,The vile and ugly,Such a waste!No honor left,Just pure disgrace,And speak you,Of human respect,That’s also lostIn our Shipwreck.And so we sadly,Move alongCondoning almost allThat’s wrong,Can’t even findA decent song,Where Love can,Make us,Feel at home.