To paint a Scene that has the flair,
To make you feel that you are There.
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Love,
I’m surprised,It stillExists,Our TimesSo unaesthetic,HermeticAnd pathetic,Our veryHumanitySeems,To beAt risk!
As memories accumulate,
Yesterday’s blurred imagesAppear, but they quiver,Disappear, metamorphosing,From clear, to painful narrow.Life itself becomes a shadowLess perceptive in the dark,Shadows, memories thatWith us travel,Things we did and so enjoyed,Childhoods, full of hope,In excitement for tomorrow.But, we live and realizeThat life is only,Time borrowed,Bitter sweetness that arrivesTime that flows, creating shadowsThat our lives are not our ownAnd…
We sing, we love, we think, we dance,
We’re like no species in the world,What are we really? no one’s heard,Just little actors of the Absurd?
I thoroughly dislike,
No, I’m not a racistAnd don’t you dare!I speak of poemsOf poems, so darkEven with a flairThey remain,Incomprehensible!In their lair,‘Of I don’t care’So, to them I say,Good night,And ask,About those poems,‘Who turned offthe light? ‘
My blood runs cold,
My blood runs where,I want it not,Not hearing even,One soft word,Makes me so nervous,I turn to tears,And I start spinning,Like a million Spheres.Where have you gone?Where are you now?I cannot see you,I don’t know how?I will survive,Without you nearFor you’re to meSo very dear!
A Poem sweet and sound,
When by yourself,It calms your nerves,Truly a new friend found.