That happiness
Will know, no more?
A heart that beats
But asks,
Please, tell me
What for?
Where to go,
For I am tired
Dreams, expired,
Constant fall
As if there were
Some kind of
Curse,
Behind it all.
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Leaving,
Death is so final,The pain, evermore.Like in a dark room,You stumble and fall,You look for a window,But hit a blocked door.
Who is lying?
Can’t get the hamburger,Into the bun,And it’s not done,Only for fun,Wool is opaque,And it does stretch,So use it in a way,That is perverse,To cover the eyes,Of all those,That do not wish,To compromise.
The minutes pass,
Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.
I feel,
And all the Stars.InoculatedBy a love,That comesFrom far.Beauty,Just touchesAll my senses,I want more,Never tireof its endlessCall.Yet crueltyAnd meanness,I deploreAnd see,So many, soullessOn that floor.
Some dream of Love
Life’sBitter bells of solitude,Indulge in lonely soundsThat moan like pain,The air is clearBut without cheer,As hopeless loveCries one more tear.As lonely loveJust colors greyOne more day,One more year….