Against, the World’s
Absurdity,
Politics, as perversity
Controlled, cynicism
From within,
For evil
To spoil all,
Life in general
Fatigue, Fear
Mind and Spirit
For all we do
Is question All
No true answers
Given,
And that’s all.
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I like to write,
That I can fight,Ignorance.I like to write,It’s an escape,But not a cape,To cover up,Truth.I like to write,Because my feelings flow,And thru them I know,Communication.I like to write,To try to make things right,For life, for peace,For Humanity.I love to write,Because I might,Just make it thru the night,Without you.I love to write,Because it makes me feel alright,While…
It’s just,
You can’t go home againBecause no matter What,Your PresentIs already your Past.Seconds,Even milli moments,The shortest measure of Time,Cannot be recreatedOnce past.
My words are me,
There’s love between usAn endless Sea of capacity,Of Skies that open,Good and FreeAnd Love and Peace,Make up,Life’s gifted, fruitful tree,And that’s the wayAll Life should really be.
Cantos de amor y desesperanza
cuando el amor no se alcanzay la soledad al abismo nos lanzahay que ser muy fuertespara mantenerse en pie.
Inexplicably,
The weirder we get,21st century, irreverence?Wanna make a bet?This century, all past we’ll forget,Plunging us into moral apathy,That one day we’ll regret.
Do you ever get accustomed
Staring at the wall,Walking up and down the hall.1 room,2 room, three,All empty,1 door,2 door, three,Who’s there?Only me.