Different colors
That enthrall,
That is what keeps us,
In admiration
Being softly fascinated
Delicately infatuated
And loving them All.
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We must move in our minds
Never close the gold minesOf Reason,The exterior World,Is a picture that’s blurred,Where Good is mistakenFor Treason.
In the desperate silent hours,
Loneliness devours towers,And there is no place to hide.
Moods, dreams,
That’s what Poems reflect,Always different,Always Introspect.
I dive into a pool of words,
Vicissitudes and memories,That haunt me every day.The waters of my memory,More dark and sad today,A foggy mist, always persistsFor loved ones gone away.
A Poem,
That will make you cry, find solace or contentment
If eventually,
That we do have a spirit,And are not but vile flesh,It will be thru Art and Poetry,That we’ll unravel the mesh.