It’s infinity,
And wonder Why,
We’re here?
For what purpose is Life?
If sooner or later,
Everything Dies.
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Sometimes
Like the finest winesLike the finest things,The Most beautiful things,That man has createdAnd that to Life may bring,The best, yet anticipated.I like to be intoxicatedBy these many things,But above all, by BeautyKindness and Love,I like to be takenFar away by dreamsLike the cinema used to do,Where today, mostly bloodyStreams, lead the way.It’s about almost all…
Burning Arrows
The love you cannot have.The Sun,Sings songs of loveFor others,But not for thoseSadly livingUnder the shadowOf One.
Don’t know ‘no’ more,
Negative score,Going strong,Upside-Down cake,Blow your horn21st Century’s,Historic scorn.In the World of the AbsurdNothing’s right,And all is tornAll our morals,Short or longHave been trampledLike in Storm,Now no longer,Right or wrong,All Fools Sing,Disaster’s Song!
Some have so much to say,
Sad is the Silent morning,The Silent night,When language took Flight,
You know,
Called Fantasy,That consoles,That makes you free,And there is Love in poetry,A warm breeze of Fraternity,That embraces your Soul,And keeps you company.
Things said Poetically,
And Poets can get away,With things that others dare not say.