Come back another day,
You have to feel, deeply feel,
What you write,
What you say,
Heart portray,
You just can’t fool poetry,
It doesn’t work that way,
So, don’t be discouraged,
Try again some other day.
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Everything, a mystery,
My God, how did we everCome about?Must have been,A tragic mistakeOf that I have no doubt.
My Country, my Country,
We lost our fair Kingdom,I know it by Now.
Cold Fog can cover sins,
And yet, no escape,Man is what he is,Human lies prevail,21st Century, Rocks!The cradle’s gone crazy,Rock a bye Baby,Sanity, mocks.Man really has not changed,Just more of the same,Cain killed Abel,Why?Because he wanted,His brother’s fame.We also do horrible things,In God’s name!
Look around and tremble,
And it’s only the beginning,The worst is yet to come,As more than Evil political forces,Act as tyrannical bosses,Promoting under our noses,The fatal Kingdom of the Dumb.
The Miracle of Art,
How man can kill so muchAnd then rebound!
I have some ideas,
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.
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.
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I am convinced,
Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.
Rhymes are made for children,
They seem to care,Warmth, music bear,Accompany you too.Their swaying, rhythmic music,Is like the morning dew,Refreshing like a new born song,That travels deep in you.
Love so full, so sweet,
Installed by demoniacal beliefs,Leading only, to war and grief.Tell me, how do you instill,Love in the heart of your enemy?Who has promised to wipe you off,The surface of the Earth,And if he can, he will!Love saves,Hate kills,And most of the time,Life is a bitter pill.That twists and chills,Good Will.
The fog won’t lift,
Have caused,The flowing tearsTo turn into,Gray, icy rain,And there, you are!Just the same!An immutable shadowCausing me to wiltAnd strain,The last dropOf this perniciousLove, without whichI will never,Feel or ever be,The same…
Lucky those that see
At the end of Life’s tunnelThose that sacrifice,That truly fight, deep viceCriminality and abuse,But respect,The going forth of LifeItself.Those that interfereWith the normal sphereOf life,Should be rejectedFrom the start,Never followedNor should they,Become a partOf the social heartOf a proud Nation.Always strive for betterWorking togetherWe become invincible!But a house dividedNever standsThe decadence of EvilGoes against all…
Once Spring has sprung,
To take some shape and form,And I remember, oh so wellThat time when love is born.How strange it isWhen strangers meetAnd suddenly, it’s Dawn!And in their hearts,All springtime starts,The moment Love is born.