Like cereal in my power bowl’
Thinks the imminent candidate,
To upcoming Tyranny,
‘Vote for me, trust me,
And you will see,
How life becomes slow agony’
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To love too much,
Where is the choice,That comforts All?They say that certain kinds of love,Can be quite dangerous to snuff,And if they pierce your weakened heart,They may for Life, tear you apart.
How strange,
My peaceful day,Intensive gray,That will not stay,Just floats away,Perpetual change,How strange.The changing shapes,The light that drapes,Some shadows,Memories,The clouds are here,And then there gone,Like certainly will we
I don’t want to think anymore,
The crimes and the gore,Coming from inside, the Political Virtual Store,A World that only exists, to fool us some more,Where dictators, liars and scoundrels co-exist,Placing our mental-dignity on the floor.
What is Beauty?
In my candid opinion,Spiritual miracles,Inexplicable feelingsDeep, way insideThat give youSuch pleasure,You want to relive themOver and Over and OverAgain!Before you dieYou want to feel themEvery second of your life,ForLove is BeautyAndBeauty is Love.They belong together,Of that there’s no doubt.
Enjoy what you do,
Life is short,Eternity, greed.
The brain is a muscle,
It atrophies,If you do use it,You can become unusual.Worth thinking about,Open closed doors,Let in the light,It’s in your power,To become really bright.