For, you have never met?
Can your intuition
Feel the truth about them
Or is it just an imaginary guess?
These questions are left unanswered
For even though, I think I know you,
All I have to go by
Are your written words,
And words can play games,
No one ever imagined,
Could be played,
Or even heard…..? ? ?
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It’s been a long Journey,
Do we still, have bitter tears to cry?Unpaved roads to cross,Shaky bridges to defy?I’m tired,How about you?My thoughts fatigue me,Not all that new,I’m tired of waitingFor things to change,When they just get worse,Or remain the same.Throughout our Journey,You’ve been my faith,Poetry must come,From some Unworldly Place.
As deep as deep can be,
Felt so endlessly,Miraculously.Love, blending,Two lives, two hearts,In deep passionate motion,Heavenly music,A chorus of Stars,Love lights lovers’ path,In never ending devotionThat will forever last,As the deepest of emotions.
True Art and Poetry
Human jealousy,The petty partsOf our dysfunctionalEgotism,Such is the grandeurAnd UniversalityOf their Composition,For more than all elseWith purest Love,They touch,And conquer the profundityOf our hearts,Making, both human and divineThis glorious transition,Into loving Poetry and Art.
In the loneliness of sorrow,
It’s the light of sweet illusions,That speak gently, cradles me,The illusion that Love heals you,That it’s something you will find,That when all is lost behind you,Love can still make Life divine.
How often,
Do we think, ‘things will change’,That some how, Hope can be arranged,And then something happens,Not for the better,Just an eye-opener,That makes you realize,That Change is just a word,That has to do with the weather,Not with human exchange,Something, that no matter,How hard we try,Simply cannot be arranged.
There are no
Only questionsThat get foldedOver and Over,One into anotherDepending on yourUpbringing, backgroundIndividual rebellion,Or cowardly convention,And yet!Some,The more daring,Keep on ThinkingAsking, HopingFor some,Devine interventionThat will help usUnderstandHuman corruptionAnd ‘Exceptionalism’