Imaginary Flairs
That go,
Everywhere
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It seems that corruption
What does it takeBad habits, to sever?The People, as mice,Follow speeches of leechesAnd still believeWhat their hangman, Preaches!Fools, lost foreverIn lands that will be,Justly ruled,Probably, NEVER…
Is there still hope that we will not end up,
That have tumbled through out history,Yes, those that thought they knew the ropes,But hung themselves anyway,Because of ignorance and tyranny.If a Country and its people do survive,It’s thru democracy, truth and values,Not infamy, lies or division,But together, as One Nation,With a universal vision.
Love is glorious, Love is good,
Of all things beyond the stars,It’s what fills your life, by far,It’s what makes you what you are.
The day will end
Dark and somber,Without any delight,Without my holding youClose or tight,Without being ableTo tell youHow much I hurtFrom your lossYour departure,And I cry.The same starsWill appear, tonightAnd so,Will the same tearsBe criedThat I neverSeem to be able,To wipe dry.
What inspires you, dear Poet,
Is it Mystery that does it,Or the wish for divine flight?
Poetry,
To whom, you just can’t sayGo away, get lostCome back another day,It just doesn’t work that way,Imperatively, they must be writtenFor the poet’s survivalAnd the poem’s, birth day