Our humanity breaking all reins,
Angel or Demon or Both?
The Mystery still remains!
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Life is a constant battle, uphill,
A constant battle of the will,That no one has won, as of yet.We play, we try,But always lose our bet.
Poetry and Classic Films,
The anguish that I feelWhen I see this,This noble CountryBeing run by the insane.
Now everything between us is:
Who ever knew propriety or decency?Anything goes, the Highs and the Lows,Depending on the icy Wind that blows.
I never had the love I dreamt,
Yet it was void of sentiment,You did not feel the Love I felt.The moments cross, the seconds wane,I feel this intense, piercing pain,A longing for a Look, A Touch,That used to say, ‘ Love you so much! ‘.And now, My Love, has come, the day,When we must part and go our way,There’s really nothing more…
Oh, Mother Poetry
For written artsAnd loving hearts,We are all,So sentimentally attachedGrateful, for your favors,For allowing us to savorLove and Life’s sweet feelings,As we try to irradiateThe universal LoveThat you have taught usThru Poetry’s dilated light,Reaching always for the starsIn life’s bitter-sweet nightWhere all hearts thru youCan attain, new human heights.
Poetry may be,
Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.