Since you never stop talking
And giving wrong accounts,
False and slimy politicians
Owe the Lied-to of the World,
A very large amount.
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Poetry can feed the Soul
To the idealistic poetLittle does it matter,The necessity,For expressing, feelingsInner thoughts,The opportunityOf getting readIs all that matters!Spiritual WellnessHas no price,Poetry helps someTo continue on,And not shatter.
What is our hidden history?
Oh Canine, dearest and best friend,You show us, more than vividly,That different hearts can easily blend,In special love and harmony.
Poetry Love,
You can’t give it up,It’s the blood of your Life,And the beat of your Heart.
It’s hard to love,
Alone with Love,So constantly,The heart returns,The flow of blood,Emotions soar,Just like a flood,The sky, Auburn,Clouds Violet-Blue,The sea does turn,This color, too,And I just think,All day of you,Persistent, love,Pure and profane,Enamoured heart,That goes insane.In heaven’s name,What do I feel?Is it a dream,Or is it real?My life, my heart,You have undone,Without your love,I cant go on,My only…
Every coin has two faces,
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
Integrity,
Now, all’s that’sLeft,Is that cloudyWhite scum,That appearsAfter waterEvaporatesFrom boiling,In Life’s potAnd once you loseThat,You should no longerBe able to lookAt yourselfIn the mirror,Or like Narcissus,In a pond.But today,Like virginityIntegrity,Is so often lostEarly,For a certain priceAnd by a simple sliceFrom Life, its doneNever more to appear,Just gone.