Of pleasurable nectar,
Disappeared,
Till the wings of happiness
Were broken and seared,
But I never found you
And drowned in my own tears.
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Life is not what one supposesBecause of Love and Roses,We never have enough.
Who can Decipher
Of anything?Even the word,DecipherHas a desperateRing,Of Nothing,In Everything.
Poetry,
You love it madlyOr not at all.It’s like beingForever, enamored,With Life’s Song,That you carryForever.In the innermostPart of your Soul.
I wish I had a Magic Word,
‘Love’ is the closest that I’ve heard,That has that magic sound.
Who will I talk to now?
Can’t answer back,A staring wall,Flat in my face?Or to insane marchersAlso a human disgrace!Or should I try to encounter,Those,Who never did anything,But in fury rose,To kill decency,Or whatever good that grows.They say the world and its Heads are round,But the minds of so many are flat,Monotoned with ignorant soundsThat accuse the mouse, instead of the…
My words are me,
There’s love between usAn endless Sea of capacity,Of Skies that open,Good and FreeAnd Love and Peace,Make up,Life’s gifted, fruitful tree,And that’s the wayAll Life should really be.