Hope is out the window,
Planting, lost its plow,
Things just seem to crumble,
Nothing stands up straight,
Is this just a sample,
Of what no longer is great?
House in great disorder,
Seems to fall apart,
As the Country’s engines,
Clog and cannot start.
Still the Sawdust Sellers,
Say that all is fine,
It’s only the victims,
That always seem to whine
But ‘great deals’, still out there
Planning the demise,
Both for the stupid,
And the broken-down wise!
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
That wants everything, to own.Watch out with socialTakeaways and giveawaysFor at the end,You also, will Nothing own.
Something magic happens,When you write poetically,Doors just seem to open,Spirit, feeling free.Something seems to flower,Inside, poetically,And it makes you happyAnd you are where you have to be.
All you don’t needWithout askingWhy?Plastic MisfortunesThat get you in debtSometimes worse,Than a gambling, bet.
All of Life,Is worth just This.
Happiness well understood,Glorious morning,Gorgeous life,Love so makes you,Feel alive!Then upon some time well gone,We will think about the days,When Love was not Two but One,But life went the other way,And ‘Forever’ is a word,That death quickly can erase,And ‘Forever’ can become,Painful memories, in its place.
