Why does the Sea,
Fascinate so?
Why are we here?
Where do we go?
Once Love is gone,
We do not know,
Lost is the World,
Lost is the Sea,
Nothing is left,
How can that be?
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It can’t be bought,But Love and Compassion,Are a good start.
Sometimes,
Express themselves in verseTrying to find open roadsTrying to secrets, burst.In the high noon of lifeFeelings come firstThey must be obeyedIn order to satisfyLife’s unquenchable thirstJust to realize, afterThat all the harshnessAnd pain of the mind,May be written,In one single,Apocalyptic and visionary,Internally revolutionary,Confession of lifelong,Travel and find.
Single performer,
Solitary SolitudeAlmost as ifOne were None,In a monochromaticBubble,World invisibility,Where silence isNormalWhere, Time isHostilityAnd nothing’s newUnder the Sun…
Poetry was meant to share,
Feelings silently come on,Here today, but then their gone,Curious how they fluctuate,Rushing in or rushing out,Strong today, tomorrow’s doubt,Yet there is something that’s sure,Love so deep and true and pure,Never losing its allure.
Debilitating yet exhilarating,
All giving yet painful,All encompassing LoveA feeling so hard to describe,Mystery of mysteries,The essence of Life is Love.
Our ‘dear’ politicians,
All they care about is,To Win It!And then continue,To Spin It!Incredibly, sad,Incredibly, shamefulA Country like this,Ripped, gutted by Cads