All in one,
That writes to please,
And pleases, None
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Words are my treasure,
A precious flower,From where meanings stem,So I respect them,And I try to mold,A new adventure,That is brave and bold,From each thought,That is freely told.
You have fanned
Who are you,Life?I know whereYou finally end,But your purpose,Life,Why does it bleed,Why do we suffer,Make others pain, tooWhy do we keep planting,The Bad SeedOf wars and misery,Not caring,Where all tragediesLead!It would be so simpleTo live in harmony,Working togetherNot fighting, the SeaThe Olive branchCarried,In each soul,That’s free,Tell me LifeI implore you!Why, cannot,Peace, Be?
In a tidal wave of fury,
And yet, and even so,He was still able to create,Amazing, marvels,We are, without a doubtIncredible, Scoundrels.
Fingers, hands, Souls intertwine,
Of your love and mine,And Love so divineEnvelopes our World,And nothing is heard,If not, but the heart,That trembles and flutters,Like the Soul of a bird,Like a light in the dark.
Sometimes,
Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.
So lost,
Our lives hang,From one thread,Spider web, thin.And yet we go on,Groping in the dark,Of our useless existence,Like Autumn LeavesWaiting to Fall.