I’m tired of thinking,
Tired of mental percussions,
That lead to no where,
Things don’t ever,
Really change,
They just mutate,
Into other discussion,
That also don’t get you There.
Similar Posts
Most great works of Art,
Like giving birth,It’s Life they sustain.
Even if you did not love me,
For in True Love there is no pride,There is no shame.Even if you did not love me,My Love for you would not be tame,It is my Life and my domain,It is my happiness and pain.Even if you did not love me,I’d cross the ocean and the sky,Just to be near you,And hold your hand,Before I…
You gave me all the love,
Turned my silent days,From sad to glad,That is why I loved you,Ever so,More than words can tellOr humans know.
Our thinking matter moves in constant flux,
Our thoughts and deeds, sometimes human disgrace,Then all is gone, the end of every race.
The culmination of Thought,
That can encircle feeling and meaning,In one inseparable sphere,Without hypocrisy or fear!
Word Twisters
They are always present,Since our first Tribe, clusters.Unsteady word DroolersDisgusting mind, Foolers,They bribeFrom false Social Coolers,Of freebees and promisesNot Kept, Ever!With more colorsThan a Chameleon,Politicians,Can willingly killEverything!Even anything forgottenOr burnt up,But left,They’ll kill again,For They are unchangedBut always promising‘Change’!