Poetry’s worth it,
Life, not so much.
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I think many poets,
Almost neverSleep!They stay upShuffling words,Writing dreamsInstead of countingSheep.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Time and kicks and hurtsMake you learn and discernThat all your toldMay not be true,And that life is notAn open, upward Rocket.
No Friends just Foes,
Where are we to go?Into the Sea?Where Neptune awaits,Patiently?Centuries old,Persecuted, killed,Who gives you the right,To hunt and kill, others,Those that are Free?That has been,Our sad Destiny,Running, Running,Breathlessly,Trying to escape death,Desperately.Enough is Enough!Everyone has a right,To Live,Even We!
Awaken to
The good and true light,That’s born within,That no one can infuseOr erase,Because miraculouslyIt comes from, yourselfSecretly, from way within.It is the good flameYou’re born withThat with kindness,Burns,The inextinguishableFlame of love.The whole worldWith sincerityYou will embrace,And this Love,You must always shareGive, for the bettermentOf all,So that finally we becomeA truly Human spaceAnd not the presentDisgrace,That we…
Poetry,
So many Poets!So many claims!To practice,MagicWe hopeNot in vain.
Take my hand
Promised land?No longer callingFar away, the dreams are moaning,Far away, my love is fallingGone away, in early morningGod, I pray,Can’t keep on mourningSadness grips,There is no dawningFrom my eyes,Tears are so storming,What to do?There’s no returningBack to where,Love was once burningAshes smolder,You grow colderSweet repose,Come take me overWhat to do,When all love’s over,And you findThat…