So full of pain,
Injustice, finely blurred,
Maybe, maybe not,
Depends on the eye, mind, flies
Of the beholder.
Creating Art opens doors
That are boulder,
Imagination, Beauty fly,
Art is communicative,
To the beholder
And seems to never lie,
Authenticity, heart and imagination,
Coming close to perfection,
If it makes you smile or even cry.
On a single stem,One Life, One Love,Together,No one dare, ever,Separate, Them
Wanted guestsNo,PoetryIs NotNext,Cave ManDestruction,Savagery,Production,Giant stepsBackwards,LookingThe other wayRear WindowObsessedPrudence,Not best.Youth,Cool, hipAnd lost,They reallyKnow notWhat comes first,For very littlePositive,A thirstSo confusedHumanityBruised.Yes,I knowEveryone is havingA very bad day,When we lookAt our World,Today.
Would that still attach you,To my Magic World?If I were to tell you,How you fascinate,Would you still embrace me?Even though it’s late.If I were to give you,Just this Magic Word,Would you then accept it,Not think it’s absurd?Oh, I have no answers,For you’re far away!Life is just Mysterious,black and white and gray.Epilogue:Happiness delirious,Never seems to stay,Solitude…
You’re the cream on my cake,You’re the joy in my Dream World,You’re the moon on my lake,You’re my passport to heaven,You belong just to me,Hope we’re always together,That’s how Love has to be.
I no longer seek answers,Only Peace.My fatigue is great,As if I were a fireplaceWhere all of life’s logs have been burnt,One by one,Seeking the fire of knowledge,And still,I know nothing,From whence I come?To where I shall go?However, the Search is overNow, I must rest my weary self,My tired stepsAnd give up,Trying to find love,In Love…
Nor Love, Nor Dream,Nor Oceans,That in life’s tempest,Scream,So let us not think about Tomorrow,For it is also part of this abnormal scheme,And may also be just a senseless dream.
