History proves,
We’re quite a sore, impoverished sight,
Where Logic long has taken flight.
Right or Left,
Religious or not,
We all drink out,
Of the same rotten Pot.
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Fall upon me,
Embrace me,Surround meLike refreshingSummer rain,Uplift my spiritWhen all seems uselessAnd in vainWhen Life hurts,From the bruisesOf some hidden pain,When all that’s leftAre memories of dreams,Once dreamt,Never obtained.
Today, We are:
‘He’ and ‘She’ hardly exist,We are rather more an ‘It’,Not to insult, so that All fit,Today, Yes, I get it, Okay!But make money and your hit,Criticized and later bit,And put in the frying pan.Wish there were a better plan,Social Justice, what a joke!That’s just lots of empty talk,While our World goes up in Smoke.
How much can the Oak tree take?
Trees still standing, they do die,But we poor mortals, we just cry.
What’s behind the made-up face?
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.
Magic fingers
To go backTo what I had,All that lingersIs now sad,All the flowers,Gone away,Just like love died,That same day.
I Promise,
Come what may,To be together,Whether here,Or somewhere far away,Where Life can be better,And where I can stay,Looking into your eyes,‘Forever’.