Ups and Downs,
Gay or Sad,
Good or bad,
Man Is a moody creature,
Hard to understand,
Harder,
To be his teacher.
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We want to believe were good,
Our History bears witness,To That!Some of us have good moments,That’s all,The rest of the time,We’re torments,Trouble,Destructive children,That fall.
There Is some strange string,
As long as we feel compassion,We can hear the human call.
War,
Of Life in Beauty’s prime,Ragged nations, tragic stations,Blood of helpless in our path,Greatest Crime of human wrath,Never ending, never past,Will you thus forever last?
Poetry plays with Time
Extraordinary,In its kindness,Embracing All,With poetic blindness,Loving All,Regardless,Of creed, race or religion,Poetry, always,Universal Vision.
One cannot be
Nor change the feelingsThat one’s got,And if they’re differentFrom the restAlone you’ll beAnd for the best,In your sweet,Individual nest.
Like a musical instrument,
My favorite sound,I rebound and vibrateWhen I hear your name,You know, very wellThat after seeing you,I was never the same!You’ve stolenMy heart, my LifeMy Domain,And now,Even in the darknessOf my solitudeI see you!Just the same,As I, becomeThe SoloistOf my lonely Concerto,Called, ‘Pain’.