A manner of expression

In the quiet moonlit hours,Dreams of love are traveling best.I will love you being lonely,With a love I can’t forget,You will always be beside me,As the Moon our love protects.In the darkness I will find you,For I know you exist somewhere,Then the moonlight will astound you,And be glorious everywhere.

All the good youTaught me,Up front,With, all the good thingsYou forced me to doWhen I did not want to.Yes, I am still meBut you, Mother dear,Led me to clear pasturesAnd opened sincere skiesWhere, thanks to youI humbly became,What you wanted me to.

Because so manyInternally, say‘How can I fool you,Let me count, the Ways! ‘And they very joyfully,Carry outThe fooling processNo qualms, no conscienceIn most Subversive,Corrupted, Disloyal,And Ruinous, plays.The world is made upOf politicians, liarsAnd knaves,Each one with no conscienceEach one a morality thief,Each one an amoral criminalWith no heart, but big teeth‘The better to eat you…

That will push me into the Ocean,It I cry real strong and loud.Sometimes, I feel like dreaming,When there’s nobody around,That the World’s an empty Castle,And that Joy, can still be found.Sometimes, I feel like hiding,In the Black Hands of a Clock,And destroying Time forever,Would that really be a shock?Sometimes, I feel like walking,Directly into the…

Or is it such a hopeless messThat nothing but an unlikely miracle,Will do?

Treacherously odious,Human conditionThat makes us want to fool,Hurt others,Even kill them!When they are our brothers.OH, despicable ones!That harm and plunderThe innocent,You are embedded with evilAnd the Devil’s thunder,Let all the weightOf truth and justice,Fall upon you,So you regret,All the evilThat in our HistoryDisgracefully, you’ve set.