Feelings premiere, but are not way on top,
I am confused, Doubt’s Runner-Up,
The more I Live, the more I Doubt,
No one will tell me, ‘the coast is clear’
Nor why we live, nor why we’re here,
So I’ll go on, day in and day out,
Still wondering and not finding out,
What this Strange Life is all about.
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Sadly trembling
Life slides away,Anyway,And so doThe loveless daysOf far fetched dreamsNever retrieved.Love, so far away,Was never to be foundNever, would it beEmbraced,By destiny,Life scantily lived,Hardly receivedInsufficiently,Achieved,For without loveWe are nothing,A fallen, Autumn leaf,That has committedSuicide,Out of Wintery grief.
Tragedy loves the Jews,
The Jews have lived Tragically,No, they did not invent Tragedy,The Greeks did,But thru the Centuries they have lived It,Breathed it, Suffered it, Died in It,Not at Mount Olympus nor at Mount Sinai,But in Every Country they ever were.And Nobody cared,And Nobody felt sorry,And Nobody cried,And Nobody called out,For their Human Rights!For their dignity,For their taken…
Poets are dreams,
Make believe nonsense,That never was,Thus goes life’s circle,Round and round,So much trouble,For nothing found…
Everything that lives,
Has Rights.Yet, we respect nothing,As we allow things to happen,That annihilate the life of others,Instead of being sisters and brothers,Respecting our differences,Trying to do right,Rule thru kindness,Not thru fright!Alas!it never seems to work out,Does it?Sooner rather than later,Some political transitionCalling itself,A champion of democracy,Comes along, abusing others,Trying to usurp their human rights.But don’t give up.Maybe…
One moon, One life, One earth
Conquer dreams, discover streamsNavigate oceans,Love all that’s goodIn good proportion,Life is a Miracle worth celebrating,A tender object of devotion.
The things to do,
Are endless.That is why I spend,My time with you,My small computer,Called ‘True Blue’,I want to know,I want to read,Make my life grow,Not be a weed,Find out of Life,The very seed,Never be swayed,By human greed.