Trying to alleviate,
The anger, the heat,
The desperation,
The disenchantment
That in me,
Gnawingly, accumulates
As I look thru History,
As I navigate thru Life
With an open mind,
And after all this time
No Answers, yet…..
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Now,
‘Discount’Even your soul,You’re not supposed to have one,No, not at all,Good feelings, taboo,Insults for all…As the song says,It’s a ‘Material World’,What great progress!Just let the dice roll,Instead of a heart,Now we’ve got,A piece of black coal.
Poetry is the master.
But who would not drown?Happily,In her fantastic waves.
Shall we share the Roses?
A painting by Renoir,Would really be fine,Sharing Beauty, composes,A feeling sublime.Love is the miracle,That can work this affaire,Life’s a sharing process,Try it if you dare,Being kind to others,Doesn’t show its wear,Shows, the heart is beatingAnd that you really care.Love can conquer mountains,Open up the Sea,Make our lives together,A melodious Symphony.
You sculpt ideas
Sometimes from thingsSo rarely heard,But poems born,All falsehood scorn,Because they’re fromYou’re spirit, torn.
The joy of you,
My life and all its stages,The light you give,From that I live,This wondrous Joy,That fills my life,And writes on all its pages.
Does thinking make you live?
Sometimes I really wish,My own thinking would stop,Just to be very still,In peace with mind and will,Not even hear a drop,Of water falling fine,And wondering, as I stop,Why is this drop not wine?