In fact you already have,
But you’ll never know it,
It doesn’t matter,
Maybe,
There are other lives to live,
Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
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Could Poetry be
A different World,Crawling incessantly,Over reality?Unanswered Mystery,Is Poetry…
In constant Motion,
Ups and Downs,Gay or Sad,Good or bad,Man Is a moody creature,Hard to understand,Harder,To be his teacher.
How much can you feel,
How much can you think,Without hitting ‘restart’?We are creatures of habitHave fear of the new,So, how long can I live,Without loving you?
Life is a crazy reaction,
A Film’s bad projection,A total Disgrace!But then there is Love,If you find it,Life is not a total Waste
Oh, poor poets!
Their verses reaching summitsThat never in reality, will log.But it really doesn’t matterBecause for a few ecstatic minutesThey will have left this planet,And lived,Beyond all imaginable, Limits!
The quiet cool,
Cradles me softly,With Emerald ease,There is a calm,A sweet refrain,A certain song,That seem to wane,All vital pain.The Peace of Trees,Life giving, breeze,Your calm is like,A newborn psalm,Life giving Green,Leafy Arcade,Of Life and Love,All trees are made.