Found their Art,
In Bette Davis and Cate Blanchett,
And ‘That’s, That’.
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I’m all written out,
Of fighting the wrongsThat in our fragile livesAccumulate, in burdensomeAmounts!Will I stillHave the strengthTo write out,DoubtsThat never endThat renew, ThemselvesWith new trendsDown old bendsFlirting with Life’sUncertain Road?That will tortureAnd closeFurther openingsOf truth and light.Doubts,That strangle hopeAnd open roadsTo pain,Because so muchEvilIn this worldCan still beCarried outAnd foughtIn vain,As HistoryRepeats itselfTime after TimeOver and Over,Again!
Rock a bye baby,
Up in the Clouds,Surviving somehow.Lies are just rampant,Danger is too,What in this World,Are we going to do?One small step forward,Backwards take two,Civilized, Really?Nobody knew!
We can’t all be good,
Not to harm those around us,Or make innocent Roses, cry.
To love and not to have,
There is no sadder love,Than one you have to hide.To love and to have not,In pain have to decide,If life was just a game,Not really worth the ride.
I wonder who colors, Butterfly Wings?
A painting with colors never imagined,The ‘haut couture’ that Nature has fashioned.
We sing like the birds
But unfortunately,We are nothing like,Those feathered, Heroes.