Looking for answers
In Life’s inscrutable hall
The more we know,
The more there is to know
As Uncertainty,
Piles as mountains,
Of freshly fallen snow.
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Runaway love
The music of TimeHas left youAlone,In the hourglassOf solitudeWith unfulfilledDesiresAs your song.Runaway loveWith no place to goHidden behind pillarsOf smoke,As the fog comes inFrom the SeaSinging its lonely,And sad, melody.
I have looked for you Forever,
And the sound of ‘Never, Never’,Seems to always seal my fate.I had dreamt of you so often,Love complete and full of grace,I had loved you as a Secret,Never having seen your face.The Ideal we fall in love with,Is sometimes a desperate case,Not responding, corresponding,To our mental, warm embrace.Yet, I’ll not betray you ever,And this Love…
Beauty is precious and rare,
And spread her grace,In every place,For Beauty was made to share.
How would you define,
‘Beware, beware,Global Warming,Greatest threat,Same sex marriage,A sure bet,Iran is a peace loving nation,You bet, they’re all set,Superior education,Liberal threat,Law and order,No respect, must upset,What happened to this Nation?Soon we’ll all regret.’
To have artistic talent,
Is a wonderful thing!The spirit of creationIn us sparks,And makes usLive and speak,A world without artWould be inhumanSo impoverished,Less smart,Like birds without songsWe’d wither alongArtistic creation,Is our cultivated Rose,Our salvation,Beauty’s selectionThat only love knows.The artist’s creationIs like his beloved childSo intricately, love woven,Meaning more than his life.
You cause me,
I cannot live without you,Your creative voice,Your expressions,The emotional hardship,You pound into my heart,Yes, I Love You, a lot,And whoever invented love,Should be shot.