Being a ‘groupie’,
Brings on so much stress,
Better to be,
Your own persona,
Than not know how to live,
With yourself,
So know and better yourself,
Let your imagination fly,
Become friends with the Sky,
And you’ll never be lonely
As the days, yawn by.
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All Morality,
A Country sadly carries on,The Salamanders up on top,Still living off,Cream of the Crop,With Law and Order,Mostly gone,Brink of disaster,Coming on,We fidget, falter,Try to save,A dying Nation,Once, Great, FreeNow on the road,To Catastrophe.
So many things,
Why we are here,Nor where we go?We seem to liveWithin a mist a Mist,With open arms,But then clenched fistLife’s full of quantic mysteries,Some Logic others, LunacyAnd yet we thinkWe’re really free!
Where is Truth?
That all sanity denies,We used to have a free press,Now they are all,Intrigues that depress.So where is the Truth?Do we really know?That the world has not changedThat nobody cares,That all is false promiseAnd illegal affairs,And finally that Truth depends,On the fluctuating powerOf the Storm or ill Wind,That blows and bends.
The mind is never quiet
It’s dreams thatThen take over,Our secrets,There to keep.
After the rain,
The air was clean,And seemed blue too,The rain had painted skies deep blue,And then I thought so much of You,How far you are, the Ocean too,The Sky, the Ocean, sadly Blue.It makes me think that you can wish,Upon a blue-lit tingling Star,That seems so close, yet is so far,That Love can travel to the moon,Yet,…
Love’s the height of all desire,
It is Paradise on fire,Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet!