The stepladder
Of dreams,
Tonight
They are all asleep
Or dead, by now.
Dreams, I mean
For I have seen,
Lived the Scream
Looked too much
Into the stream
Of ignorance,
Torture and pain
Of coward’s
Assassination
Of Truth
Of torture and human pain
To still be able to have faith
Quietly sleep.
And drain the moral stain,
Of History’s bloody refrain!
The chocking lies
And inhumanity
That never Stops!
That never Sleeps!
Language becomes,The best of shrines.But lines on Love,Are most sublime,Of Human Hearts,They are the sign,Love lines that want,To intertwine.Become the Poet’s,Best loved Time.
They write aboutChanging,Almost everythingWhen they very wellKnowThat all will stayThe same,Anyway.Poor Poet DreamersWhat a way,To waste their day…
Deep and true, velvety sweet,Will stay,Tomorrow even moreThan today.
When I see politicians bluff,I want to run away,The lies, insidious poison,Misinformation, manipulation,The Devil’s sauerkraut,We ask ourselves,Do we deserve,To again go down this route?By now we ought to realize,Good hearts are not in charge!
I’ll still remember you.When all is said,And life has bled,I’ll still remember you.No life is full,There is no rule,That tells us who to love,So therefore, dear,Let’s make this clear,You’re still my only Love.
But, I feel for all those,That have died, in vain,For a World that doesn’t even care,If there is Justice or despair.Oh my tears could fill the Sea,World, full of Hypocrisy.
