But to be moved or inspired enough,
To be uplifted from Earth’s tired stuff,
Today I found My Wings,
Delirium and all those things,
My Wings were born from your Poetry,
Oh how, oh how, It speaks to me! ! !
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All good things come to an end,
But what message does it send,When the ending eventsHardly bothers others?Today,It’s decline without end,Of values, feelingsNothing seems to matter,But to a Few that must gather,Values to defend,Before all decency and goodAre shattered!
On Valentine’s Day,
Ever to be written,Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Anabelle Lee’Love, as only love,Should be,For they ‘Loved with a loveThat was more than love, ‘He and his Anabelle Lee,The fusion, of souls,The ultimate goalCaptivating allThat life should be,Irreplaceable Ecstasy.
We All need Love,
The love not given,The love that’s hiddenUnderground,Under the sky,For those that searchMaybe only a lie.We all need to be loved,Please, don’t ask me whyMaybe because, we are so lostNobody listens to our cry,Or maybe because Love isThe most unselfish thingThat as humans, we should try.
The simplest verses are the best!
Poems may soar after their birth,Is there a greater joy on Earth?
How easily depressed we can become!
We’re certainly dark creatures of unrest,Not even Freud could change us for the best,As humans we don’t really pass the test.Sorry!
What’s behind the made-up face?
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.