Of love that never,
Comes
Of trembling leaves
And mortal fears
Where even Time
Succumbs.
We can’t control
Even our dreams
As much as we would
Like,
Or even know
And comprehend
The message said,
That night,
When all was dark
And all light fled,
For love had really
Died,
Except in dreams
Would Love
Come back to Life,
But what was real
Is what you felt
When in your dreams,
You cried,
Those stolen dreams
That well it seems
Were never yours
To keep,
In Life’s long
Loveless, flight.
Out of Space,A world, all its own,Of felicity and graceInfinite emotion,Heavenly embrace.
Freedom of space,Of mind, Of spirit,Embracing, Grace,Happiness, placedAll of Life in it.
We think we have a brain,But when used,It resemble more a tiny grain,That when planted does not seem,To go too far,Man is the only animal,That hits himself against,The same obstacle, more than once,And doesn’t seem to see the stars,If you have a chance,Think about it,For we are more stupid,Than we think we are or look,Even…
Where does light come from?Where is the Truth?It’s difficult,To always be living,In a desertic fog,Of misinformation,No matter, who you areOr what you doOr into what systemYou navigate, to connect,You’re still aloneMisinformed,Darkness seems toFit and serve,History best,While presently,We can send probesTo marsBut can’t figure outPolitical crimesNor who is behindAll the rest,From the bottom,To the very top…
Why can’t we mind our own pretensions,Not spread the harm that people Do!
