Almost never
Sleep!
They stay up
Shuffling words,
Writing dreams
Instead of counting
Sheep.
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In the land
Time does not pass byWe always feelThat dreams we steal,May soon be coming by.Reality is differentAll changes, nothing staysAnd in our human ignoranceWe realize not,That all our yesterdaysAre our todaysThat won’t come back.
As the rivers flow to oceans,
Reminiscing in my silence,Comes the need to think aloud,And what better than a poem,That becomes a traveling cloud,With past thoughts and inner feelings,Where deep memories are allowed.Poem, friend that wakes my silence,Takes me gently by the hand,Helps me write a Sea of Feelings,All my world it understands.
Our Moods,
Fly in, fly outDiscovery,Always Doubt,A lifetime of StudiesAnd still, no routeWe know NothingReally!Of what Life,Is all about.
Ah, Sharing,
Sharing good ideasSharing beauty,Poetry, Art and Tears,Sharing love, movingAway fears,Sharing all this,The very best of life,Since humanity exists.
Poets think with their feelings
Not a very good thing,If you want to get ahead.But saying what you feel,Can be problematic too,So much depends on,Others thinking like you.In any case, my dears,All of life is problematic,You can’t win for losing,And you can’t remain static.
If you don’t feel it,
Like with a motor,In the dark,I’m speaking of creative Art,It cannot live,Without ‘the Spark’,That lights the way,To inspirational mystery,Without which, creativity,Would only fall apart.