Each one of us

They’ve lied to us,Since kingdom come.So once again,All will be fooled,And badly schooled,Till Thinking will go numb.

Available!Time,Which I mentalizeAnd squander,Daydream,Write poetry,In wonderRemembering,Old films thatStill hold meHostage,As priorities,Old thunderThat loiters,In the slumberOf my dreams,The gnawing onesThe most beloved ones,Those that I knowWon’t come trueBut aide imagination,And sometimesSomehow areThe animationThat helps us cope,And see Life thru.

Wise thoughts, Love’s notes,Sentimentality,Feelings that embrace, Humanity.Poetry, just has it all,It’s the language of our Soul.It’s the language of our soul!It’s the language of our Soul.

This is my diary,The song of a tremblingBird,Resembling a heart,That just wantsTo be heard.

It seems so strange,That those who make War,May sometimes also write, Poetry,Is that ‘Peace in the War’To create some more,‘Sacrificial Lambs? ‘

Handsome land of ecstasyThat should always be sincereFar from moodiness and fearWhere Love findsIts reverie,Tolerant and always free.Here today andGone tomorrowGive well-beingNever sorrow.

One thousand times over,Your loss,Paradise lost forever,Life, happiness never,To be regained.Now,My ship has sailed,Oceans afar,I travel on one single streak of light,That never will become a star.

Is such an abuse!It’s more than a sin,It’s using a unique gift,Just to win.

That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.

Knowledge serves as Consolation,When alone, you’re getting by,Dries a portion of your tears,When you begin to cry.

And I say,Pity, please!Good poemsAre like flowersWhose perfumeWill not cease,That you can readAt leisure,May bring youCertain pleasure,Even one dayBe treasureThat helpsA lonely heartFind peace.

The tears that come without my askingThe grinding and persistent strain,The emptiness that totally remains,The force that cruelly took you from me,But never asked,Why I keep crying in the rain.