But all he did was to engage,
In arrogant controversy,
Thinking that god,
One day he’d be,
But could not hide
His false identity.
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Believing brings,
Not believing,Emptiness.Believe in something,Anything!As long as it’s for goodAnd kindness,And trying to seeA better DestinyAnd understanding.It’s time,To start unwinding,Giving of yourself,It will be,Your best finding.
Poetry is a kind of Philosophy of Life,
That indescribable feeling,That allows the transformation,From sensation into language as translation.
Tenderness,
Living word there is!If not felt,Of Life,A certain miss.
This is true,
Whose name is, Cortana‘What is love? ‘, for you.Answer:‘I’ll start workingOn it,Immediately!Just give me a fewHundred years’She, cleverly, said.Amazed by the answer,I though to myselfEven,Computers can’t answerThe most belovedAnd greatest,Mystery,Of Life, itself!
When I think
And the Ones,That stayed behind,The dearly, dearlyBeloved,That no longerCan be mine,All the memoriesFold overAnd they grip me,My heart tie,And my feelingsBecome painfulAnd I give myselfA cry.Oh the TimesThat are no longer,How they hurt!Those times gone byOnly Memories, fold overWith some tearsThat never dry.
I never give up,
Can’t understand,Being sly,Love thru Poetry,Is well worth a try.