Not knowing how to cope
By sea or by land,
Time feels so narrow
Without a helping hand
Loneliness is sorrow
By sea or by land.
What will be tomorrow
If love is not at hand
Where can we go,
When no one understands?
Is there any refuge
Is there any hand
That will fit into yours,
When sailing, walking alone
Drifting thru life’s storm,
By sea and by land.
Total destruction,Of SelfSo near the annihilationOf all feelings,That cannot existBy themselves,Power Failure!One sail, Sailor.
Is Poetry still read aloud?Is recitation still allowed?Are poets living on a cloud?Just to escape an angry crowd.I know not what the answers are,Poems seem something rare and far,21st Century, misfits,As our society falls to bits.
Where they live their perfect hoursThat no Times can tear apart.Politicians in polluted Leaning Towers,Where they fidget, ‘work’ and cower,Thinking up, how to keep Power,And enslave the human heart.
Ever, so unkind,Pathetically!Man writes his own,Tragedy,Not knowing how to control,His evil sentimentsAnd Vanity,Constantly, fooling others,To satisfy,His own, Insanity.
It’s all unfair,A dirty lair,Of snakes and crimson lies,Never before has government,To us so widely lied!For Them it’s been,So easy to distort the Law,Just look around you now,This government has broken all,Giving you Bull instead of Cow.
In the WorldOf Topsy-turvy,Where the moonMay hide in fright,As the paleness of her faceCauses lovers to delight,Only love can dissipateColors, Phantoms,Of the Night
