Then things would never change,
And all would be alright.
Sometimes I like to play,
A foolish grand escape,
But manage just to hide,
Behind my old black cape.
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Believe me,
I know no other road,No other drive,As strong as you,Encircling all of Life,Pure as the morning dew.Yes, I need you to go on,Like our poor planet needs the dawning Sun,Like the night needs the moon,To project its only light,Like the bird needs,It’s liberating flight.May I name you now?Beloved, LoveLife revolves,Around your Light.
Words that become
Verses that becomePoems,Lonely hearts,CaressedLonely lives,Blessed.
The brevity of Poetry,
It can so well capture the moments,That in us refuse to die.
Tonight,
A poem that’s all white,No colors,Just plain White,The purity of flight,The purity of sight,The purity of height,Eternal Snows,Mountain white.White peace,White light,White Dove,Olive branch,Of Love.Upon a crystal lake,A Swan starts to awake,It’s whiteness gently glides,Like tears from saddened eyes,A foggy, white wind blows,The Swan, white beauty flows.You are my dream in White,Symphonic, great delight,My Life that…
In the wilderness of our dreams,
A perfect world,It’s fatiguing, causes bleeding,Knowing how we’ve lost the boat,And yet,Some rare Poets still hold hope.
All Morality,
A Country sadly carries on,The Salamanders up on top,Still living off,Cream of the Crop,With Law and Order,Mostly gone,Brink of disaster,Coming on,We fidget, falter,Try to save,A dying Nation,Once, Great, FreeNow on the road,To Catastrophe.