Poems too are but a dream,
That you can’t refrain.
Poems, dreams and lifeless themes,
Where are we to turn?
If life is but a cloudy dream
Where, our candle, Burn?
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In this World
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…
We have so much!
One dayWhen all will be turned to rubleThen we’ll be ‘content’But by then,It will be too lateAll our good time,Will have been spent.
Life should be an art,
A homage to the blessing,Of all artistic creation,Ah, to live and love thru art,No greater life sensation!
I’ve seen a sunset
Liquid gold,I’ve sailed the oceans,To project a lifeSo empty,Artic circlesWere less cold,I’ve climbedBare mountains,Thinking I wouldEasily find,Rarefied airThat makes all love,Seem kind,Yet all I foundWas thinning oxygenThat made it difficultTo breath,And get of LifeThat thrilling holdThat only, LoveCan give,Not being forcedOr even told.
Always,
By Poetry’sDescriptive and emotional tide.How with some versesCan be born,A lifelong linkBetween,Poet and ReaderWhere feelings run deep and wide,Where no feelings, can the poet hide.Amazing Poetry!All should always be,At your miraculous side,Not even Time can kill,The love you will,Your all embracing tide.
Enamored by the Wind,
I dream in dreams of you,Much more than I can say.A Rose is not a rose,If love won’t come her way,And Love is just a song,The Wind decides to play.