That we can be better,
And things arrange.
We are our own worst enemy,
A sword in the sand,
That becomes burning,
Full of destruction,
When it comes to power!
And ownership of land!
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What is said in Poetry,
Those Emotions quick, at hand,Nothing written in the sand,Truth and Spirituality,Poesis, a Mystery,Ideal World, ment to be free.Poetry, Oh Poetry!Make me always part of thee.
Poetry,
When I read youWhen I write you,Feel your uncontrollable tideSuch emotion and devotionGathers deep and way inside,Transfiguration happens,Velvet voyage,To a more spiritual state,No longer do I feel deprivedOf all the love and emotion,That no one ever really satisfied,My sea of loneliness, demystified,I travel, longingly, to your side,My deepest Love,Life of my life.
We experiment,
Never leavingGood enough, aloneWe have succeeded,Turning, into ruble,Almost every decentFeeling,Once upon a timeEver owned.Breaking good rulesIs not success,Without respectGood behaviorAnd toleranceSocial equilibriumWill never be obtainedNor a more,Just society, gained.We are on the roadTo very big TroubleTime to reflect,A free for all societyLed by fools,Without any rational rulesIs Doom, waiting to projectThe worst film,We could ever…
May I offer you
Made of flowersFrom my heart, today,All the love I’ve savedAlong, life’s weary wayIs waiting,For youWith more tenderness,Than I can even say,So won’t you come and getYour Spring bouquetRoses and CarnationsAre debatingWhich will have madeIt, worth all the waitingFor this unforgettableSpring delirium, felt,Blooming in our hearts,Today.
Timeless Poetry,
And decency,You perfectThe human soulAnd love listensTo your call,Hearts should openFancy free,To the call of Poetry,To its endless attractionOf verbal Democracy.
We’re all so corrupt and crumbly,
The oven is cool, compared to you,You’ve got no positive heat,Any day of the week,Even on Sunday.