And grow with time,
Get under your skin,
Not only for their rhyme.
The more you know them,
The more in you they sing
In stature, in meaning,
Passion and feeling,
Always appealing
As they become,
Thru loving osmosis,
An integral part of you.
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Our Moods,
Fly in, fly outDiscovery,Always Doubt,A lifetime of StudiesAnd still, no routeWe know NothingReally!Of what Life,Is all about.
So much is taken
As well as fromMake believe scenes,On the sounding screensAnd finally,Most of our analysesAre worthless,For nothing really isAs it seems,And nobody says,What they really mean.
Poems felt,
They just mellowAs liquid gold.
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.
Poetry and Classic Films,
The anguish that I feelWhen I see this,This noble CountryBeing run by the insane.
The end of the rope
Getting there very,Quickly.Years have gone by,You start to loseHope,Everything you thought,Was pure,Turns acid and grey,The masks offThe light,Slim and dim.For some,Life is a certainRoad to Hell,That you regretBeing in.But too late,To even objectThings are whatThey are,And you are just a shadowIn a world scared and dim,Where the chancesOf being happyAre always very slim.