When they flatter
Doubt and screen
Words are seldom,
What they seem,
Like a puzzle,
Or a dream.
Life is not easy
When you have to decipher,
The strange melodies
Of so many Pied Pipers.
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Easily depressed,
Poet, writes his song,Hoping to progress,Put his mind at rest,Maybe, sometimes,Even solving, just a bit,Of what is wrong,With a poetic caress.
No matter,
When love is near,Happiness follows,Trouble shallows,And all you see and hearIs a bright tomorrow.Were Love to disappearLife would be naught,But sorrow.So we love when lovers say,‘I will love you today,but even more, tomorrow’
It seems that violence, murder,
Must be some poison gas,That’s polluting the weather,Or Uncivilized actions of people,Acting as ever.
Today,
Is hard to swallow,In such mud,It now does wallow,So,I prefer the WorldOf Classic Films,Where Dreams and Love,Fraternity, Good willWere for Two hours,Heroes, still
Strange profession
If you can evenCall it that!For it’s a compulsionFor writing,A magnificent obsession,I suppose,Love must feel like that.
When they talk,
The perpetrators,Of Dishonesty and Fraud.