Words can create visions,
That grow and then stay,
The dance of celestial spheres,
Remains programed in the sky,
Telescopes peer into the distant darkness,
Always trying to discover,
The next miracle of creativity,
That will be born from,
The artist’s imaginative, cry,
Forever feeling the elusive, Why?
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Poetry,
Of talking to oneselfWhen no one’s aroundTo listen,Pretending,You are just,BlendingArtistic sounds,And nothing else,While,Keeping prideAnd sanityIntact…
In different roles,
Unbelievable changes,ChameleonOf dramatic exchanges,I admire you so!When you’re goodYou don’t need,‘Can or Could’You just win!On all Stages.
Abstraction brings satisfactions,
Thinking is a process of Discovery,Without which you can’t get by.
Where lies the Truth?
That no longer exists?Seems everthing is ‘fixed’By one gang or another,As False News stalks,Targets, the heads of one, anotherTruth is scattered,In festivities of drug abuseAnd empty volcano cratersIn fields that don’t exist,As nothing, true or falseSeems to even matter.
Sometimes you feel so empty
You don’t knowWhere to go,You don’t knowWhere to go,Or what to doTo keep up life’sChaotic riskAnd still keep livingToo!So tired of this,Long voyageSo spiritless, alone,Where jagged rocksAccumulateAnd solitude,Becomes,A second homeInhabiting,All passing winds,That empty spacesRoam!So tired, spinningThru the world,With empty heartAlone,Just looking forThe proper wayTo ease this vitalPain.Thru traveling windsAnd drowning rain,My pointless lifeRegain…
What does it mean to be free?
Or you like me’We can still be friends,Get along in harmony,Show mutual respect,Even if we think, differently.Minds have to be open,In order to be free,So please if you want,True openness to progress,Don’t make yourself ‘more’While those that are different,‘Less’Only Tolerance makes us progress,Love more and hate less.