But I have no place to go,
No place to flow
My dark waters,
Cry, my sadness away
My solitude gray,
Yes, it’s been a bad day
When love is at play
And there is no place to go
And even tears
Won’t come my way…
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Every poem, a painting,
Impressions you can’t arrest,Impressions you can’t forget,Feelings and emotions,Of happiness or distress,Stamped in words forever,As in a painting, at its best.
Not long on words, writer,
And I really hate abuse,To be taken for a silly goose,My best friend is the Truth.
The thirst for learning
Conducts us downAn open roadFor us to chose,The way to goThe doors to open,Thoughts to flowDiscovery enriches LifeMore than we thinkMore than we knowThe richness alsoThe delight,Of learning furtherIs our might,A rose that opensEveryday,A ray of light,An open bayThe sea of knowledgeOpens wide,A glorious power,Life’s best fight.
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…
Why do we have eyebrows,
We’re a Motley Crew,Of Liars and Fear,Don’t know where to go,Don’t know how to steer,And most of the time,We destroy what is near!
Oh, the eyes, the eyes,
Open windows, magical touchTo mysteries that surround us,Wanting to know what the World is made of,Mirrors of feelings, especially love.Looking deeply, attentively,Our eyes enable us to be,More in touch, with what we seeBe it oceans, mountains or sky,When we see them we want to know ‘Why’?Why does the sun enable us to live,Why are we…