‘Because we’re very Sly,
And want everything for Free!
Conclusion,
Always fooling others,
Does not make us better brothers.
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Around madness
Is it sadnessIn reality,That pushOur many themes?Looking,For the impossibleDoesn’t even pay,Even if dreamWe may,Because lifeJust doesn’tWork that way.
We should all have
To really, realizeWhat keeps us alive,To dream a bit,Play imagination,To feel of Life,Its most wonderful,Sensation.
Love travels
SometimesLike a flower,SometimesLike a smileSometimesIt’s a feelingThat reachesThe Sky,And we don’t evenKnow why?SometimesIt’s like a whisper,Others timesJust like a cryBut It’s alwaysDeeply blendingThe sweetest,Never ending,Of you and I.
Why look for the truth?
Truth has been murderedBy the very ones that said,They held Her, firmly,In their closed fist.
Poetry and Love,
There are someThat are made,Just like that!
Some of us,
To find answers,While we churn alternatives,But we never really learn,All is so shrouded by mystery,Or hidden, or turned,So that the point from where we got started,Is the point to where, we will undoubtedly return.