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The World.Thru CenturiesThat’s what’s been doneDisgracefully and notFor fun.Power, richesIntervene,Also cruelty,Unprecedented,Bloody murder,Tragically,Fills the sceneNon-Stop!Nothing but,More than shamefulBehavior,From bottom to top,When will it STOP?Ever?Our cup runneth over,With universal abuseAnd blood.

A real reflection of his inner Soul,A sincere picture that says it All,Only in this way will the Poet play,His most unusual and gratifying role.

And the pain of othersAnd then give,Give helpTo one, anotherJoyfully, the wayHuman beingsShould behave,Helping one anotherWithout betrayal.We grow better.We grow tallerWe go farther.

I love you only,You’re in my heart!Parting forever,Forever, apart,Song of the lonely,Now in my heart.

Spring Time,When, we were happiest together,As Winter’s cold retreated,March sang its Spring Time Song,Slowly, then fury, excitementAll around us, new life was born,But this year, it’s sadly different,Gone for me all the excitement,You’re no longer by my side,And all love is gone without you,Life is but an empty ride.I remember days of rapture,When togetherness was…

But the important thing is to show,That it’s a time, when inner feelings also grow.

Sometimes you can saveRenew and redeem us, All.

But unfortunately,We are nothing like,Those feathered, Heroes.

In its unique, fabulous wayBut how it makes you feelWhen it hasThat incredibly vital,Falling in love, appeal.

Sincerity, not spun,You are the life,That flows thru my veins,Poetry is Love,Love is Poetry,Stemming from Life’s,Most inspired tree.

Loaned to me,For a poem to writeAnd then, to become,My only friends?Is that enoughAttention, protectionAgainst,Time’s revenge?True,Words accompanyThoughts,But what they,Can’t doIs take your hand,Hold you upWhen you’re feelingA bit sad,Or totally lostAnd blue,Give you a tight hugJust to remind you,You’re still human, too.

And whisper to the Wind,Let’s go together, you and I,As romantic dreamers do,So It complies,And, carries my words away,Into the deep dark night of oblivion,And as a player in a lost-cause-play,A tremor starts to tear me apart,In the darkness of a World without a heart,That We cannot change, the wind and I,So I cry,But, we…

Would be like being deaf,For from you,The sweetest, saddest,Music from the soulWas immortalized,Verbally.

Hairless, Chimps,But we all, fight like they do,More sophisticated, too.We’re a mystery on the whole,Having practiced many roles,We don’t even know ourselves,Are surprised by the reactions,Of our inner secret-selves.I would really like to know,Who produced this tragic-show,We are really quite a mess,More we live, more we’re depressed.

It’s glorious sting,It’s potent magic,It’s loss, so tragic,It always being,The living soul,Of Everything.

No greater rewardFor a poet,Than to be read,And a few words said,More welcomeThan Golden Thread.Thank you!

Announcing the Shamedom,Of weirdoes and loons,Red is his color,The color of blood,Expect nothing good,From this cowardly flood.No standards are upheld,No values remain,‘Destruction of morals’Is the name of the game.The 21st century,I’m ashamed to be part,Of a social revolution,That has lost all its heart.I’m ashamed to be living,In a social, dark swamp,Where ‘Anything Goes’,And all ‘leaders’…

The things, I feelThe most,Life goes by so fast!And yet,You seem to lastSustaining me,Perhaps knowingIt is you,I love the most.