All throughout History,
Tyranny rules.
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It’s so true,
A whole new Vision,For my tired eyes,And my lonely heart,You have crystallized,A World far beyond this world,Where Lovers roam,You have set the tone,To never want to dieSo I never leave you alone,And then, of happiness, I cry,Hoping to be able,To take you with me,To my personal, Sky,Hoping that Love’s Eternal,Not mortal, like you and I.
Sometimes, one writes
Without fully knowingWhat is happening,Like with LoveYou feel it in your heartBut there is no explanationFor this most wonderfulMany times, painfulOut of reach,Impossible loveSensation.Poetry you can grasp,But love, sometimesIs much more a typeOf unattainably sad,Hallucination.
Is Poetry a waste of time?
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.
There are dark secrets
That deep inside you,You, yourself, hold,Sad and bold,Dark and cold,But only yours,Those,Kept forever secretNever, never told.
I feel today, lonely and forgotten,
So what does it matter if I’m alone?So is a stone, so is a stone.
Some write poetry,
But the worst ones of allAre those that ask, Why?