Or trying to fill my larder.
I follow the Economy,
And play the Market, carefully,
But there I have no real control,
And I may very well lose it All!
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The dismembered hands of Time,
They take our lives away,Make us old and feeble, on the wayI hate Time!I don’t know how to keep it,Sweep it or beat it!So I disregard itBut its always there,Counting the minutes,In its lair.
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!
Makes no sense
That LoveCan also Kill,How is it possibleThat in us lies,The Power,To save,Or destroy,At Will.
Change, Change, Change,
Saber tooth Tigers remain,Dripping with the blood of the Innocent,Men are disgraced by their Hate,The non-guilty seem to always pay,For no crimes committed,For the hate that won’t go away.
Poems are not made of words,
Words instead of colors, paint,The portrait of our inner state,No sentiments, concealing.As sincere AS Love should be,The Poet words, his lettered painting.Never wanting to conceal,A Heart that sometimes may be breaking.Fantasy and Poetry,Words that speak, Eternity,Wish one day the World would be,One Blue Sea of Poetry.When a Poem speaks to me,I regain faith, naturally,I am…
Old folks, galore,
In a candy store.‘Adios America’Goodbye.