Where the notion of time does not exist,
And political parties do not write
My grocery list,
Plus a kitchen, with veined marble counters,
Where recipes flounder, missing the point
Between dreams and bliss,
Is certainly enough for me,
And in no way, a living absurdity.
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Dipped in Poetry
The neck,Tell me, tell meWhat comes next,For tipsAre not includedNor a salary,Precluded,Rhymers, just don’tPass, the money testThere’s got to beMuch more,Materialistic zest!But poets,Just don’t act that way,Heavens,Thanked and blessed,No, no, not yet!
Poetry,
That is simply so unique,The way it stresses, feelings, wordsNot sold at any boutique.Poetry, cradles feeling,As if it were her child,And makes us go into Beauty’s throw,With the strokes of some words,With a movement, not blurred,Of a pen, a heart and of Life.
Your charm was
You filled heartsAnd rooms and playsYou became a star,Whose light went farJust because you wereThat way.
If you come to me,
And all my dreams,Will turn to song,And all the light,That ever was,Will fill my empty Soul,With joy that was unknown to me,With Love before not born,And from my heart, I swear to God,This Love will not be torn!
I have never seen ‘Sincerity’,
Not one syllable of Verity,Lies, destructive as true whips.
The Devil is dancing,
Announcing the Shamedom,Of weirdoes and loons,Red is his color,The color of blood,Expect nothing good,From this cowardly flood.No standards are upheld,No values remain,‘Destruction of morals’Is the name of the game.The 21st century,I’m ashamed to be part,Of a social revolution,That has lost all its heart.I’m ashamed to be living,In a social, dark swamp,Where ‘Anything Goes’,And all ‘leaders’…