A great book stays under cover,
A great poem speaks to you,
But it’s we, the proud and prejudice,
That have so much to regret,
Who never know how good we have it,
Till it’s time to go to rest.
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Where do we go from here?
In what direction do we steer?Never happy, nor content,Lending ear to false events,Candidates, wrong arguments,Brain washed all thru History,By false sense of libertyLong sad song of Tyranny,That’s not changed thru History.
Like a Prayer,
Opens doors that close,Sooths the heavy heart,In a World apart.Like a PrayerPoetry can walk,Hand in hand, provoke,Distance from despair.Like a Prayer,Poetry can fill,A life that is still,Painfully, impaired.Like a Prayer,Poetry can give,Peace of mind, forgive,All those that don’t care.Like a Prayer,Poetry can teach,Love and others reach,Knowing, Love is there.
Mental anarchy has hit us,
That wants everything, to own.Watch out with socialTakeaways and giveawaysFor at the end,You also, will Nothing own.
To love and to be loved,
To have or to be had,As Life’s greatest emotion.
Music, language, thought,
Thrives in Poet’s heart,Comes from secret spark.
We are supposed to know the difference,
Innumerable texts written about it,So how come we haven’t learned yet?How to live honestly, working for what we get.