Filled with palpitating life-giving Light,
But We, we don’t see the Light,
We destroy the gifts, the gods gave us,
Way back when, we were but a cell,
With no destructive might,
In the Night of Time.
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I love you, you know,
Upon our lives,For you to realize,That love is what’s important,The rest, Who cares?We improvise,What flowers we will plant,What roads down, we will dance,What countries we will speculate upon,Will we study them all, or only one?Who cares?Lovers don’t share, the World’s despair,They live in a shell of their own,Where it doesn’t matter,If their home is made…
How do you become
Asked the childTo the All Know ItWho answered,You just sit quietlyAnd prayIn doesn’t ever happen,Tomorrow or Today,Or any living day.
Some try to be good!
Thru artistic creativity,And Love.For Art purifies,The venomous dye,Within,Making us betterAnd less likely,To sin.
I see the different races,
The color of the skin,Not really my affair.I see the different races,And never do I stare,I hate the mental braces,That we all know are there,For me there are two races,The Good and then the Bad,There are good Human Beings,Then others that abuse,The Bad harm all our Races,And don’t do us much good.We’re all brothers and…
You can always come back,
As if it were an old friend,That to sentiments does lend,An opening, deep and through.You can always go backTo ‘That’ poem,The one that when was readTraversed your heart,At that moment,Was just what you needed,The very close friend,That to your pain,A sympathetic ear did lend.
The gladness or sadness of a poem,
That by thinking, feeling, living,Can enjoy life’s gifts the most!