The planets, the universe,
The loneliness of the hearts?
Questions with out answers,
The Clouds are just too dense,
For anything in our nano-lives,
To ever make any sense.
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Either it’s there
That flair, that flameAll Beauty blamedThat Holy, namedCalled Poetry.
Poetry,
In sometimes,So very little spaceBut when goodHeaven,Never goes to waste.
The thin needle
Extracts,The poet’s bloodAnd writes with it,There is nothingFake there,There is no otherWay to write!You must leave,Part of you,Part of your lifeRight thereIn every writtenFiery, DazzlingFlare!
In the Universal Immensity,
Man creates his own Adversity,But runs when it is near.
Such a lonely feeling
Irreplaceable Hearts,Pain that stuns,A thousand times,That you carry with youFor the rest of your life,Like the sharpest pointOf a turning knife,The loneliest feeling,You’ll ever feel in your life.
As we travel, opaquely,
The World moves crazily,In ways, like a harpoon,Creative and destructiveMan’s eternal paradox,Good in so many waysBut his evil needs detox!