Thoughts of you surround me,
Never done.
Love is like that,
It’s beginning without end,
It’s the deepest ever feeling,
That we have for one another,
Upon which our lives depend.
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Want, with moderation,
Prepare yourself for LifeBecause finally,The only one that you canReally count on,Will probably be,You.Remember thatThat ‘No one is better servedThan by oneself’,Says an old French sayingSo, take good careAnd do the right thingYou can much gain,Without losing,Anything.
All Morality,
A Country sadly carries on,The Salamanders up on top,Still living off,Cream of the Crop,With Law and Order,Mostly gone,Brink of disaster,Coming on,We fidget, falter,Try to save,A dying Nation,Once, Great, FreeNow on the road,To Catastrophe.
Who is lying?
Can’t get the hamburger,Into the bun,And it’s not done,Only for fun,Wool is opaque,And it does stretch,So use it in a way,That is perverse,To cover the eyes,Of all those,That do not wish,To compromise.
Past, Present, Unknown,
With Dreams, Deceptions grown,With fear of being torn,Just waiting for one thing,To feel love’s inspiring sting,And all the pain or happiness,Only Love to Life can bring.
An outlet,
Liberation,What keeps me sane,A great sensation,That keeps me singing,Thru good and bad reigns,That makes me feel,All’s not in vain.That is Poetry to me,To write is not only to be,But to be, while being free.
I will stay,
In my corner,Like littleJack HornerBut I won’tBe eating, pie.I’ll be watching lifeGo by,I’m tired, and I’m beatenI have finally acceptedLoneliness,And I promise, I won’t cry(tiny whimper)Or least, I’ll try,Not to cry……