In minds and hearts,
Hoping love,
And fertile thinking
Will make us grow,
Closer together
Cultivating,
Love and feelings,
Vocal language
Of the Arts.
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Hope is our Moon,
On which we rely,In our human darknessFor light and guidance,When all seems to failIn our lives,So fragile and paleSo easily, derailedOnce our tenuous happinessHas sailed,The Light of the MoonWill prevail.
Who can you depend upon today?
Seems to have gone away,We live in cyberspace,In social void,And as humans,We’re a pitiful disgrace,Long to fear and to avoid.
They say what’s convenient,
They create illusions,Sandwiched in with lies,But it’s always the people,That pay and sacrifice,In bitter conclusion,They aren’t very nice!
Doesn’t know what he’s doing,
Just sit here silently viewing,Our own future destruction.
Disturbing and pleasing,
Once tasted,Necessity, tugsAs a MustAnd you crave itsBiting, lust,That serenades,The dustWe are allMade of.
We,
Try to analyze it all,We arrive at different roads,Different answersFor each one,But none conclusiveExcept, for the believer,For all others, all is theoryFalling Autumn leavesFull of color and windy furyYet, leading, nowhere.