A constant battle of the will,
That no one has won, as of yet.
We play, we try,
But always lose our bet.
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Chocolate, Whiskey,
Saturday night folly,Happiness at will,Drowning all blue sorrows,Not knowing,What black tomorrowsWill deeply living, bring,Chocolate, WhiskeyFor the momentMake worries stand still,Enamored with the moon,Giving, happiness at will.
Poems are not happy,
They are poignantly sad,Life is also, painfully sad.Happiness,A greeting Card,That can be had,Perhaps?For one fleeting momentThat Never lasts.
Ah Love where is thine sting?
Thine inspirational wing?That makes all Lovers sing!
If I can make you happy,
If I can look upon the stars,And wish good things to happen,Why should I wish for bad?If I could change war into peace,I certainly would try,After so many years have past,It’s time for War to die.
Makes no sense
That LoveCan also Kill,How is it possibleThat in us lies,The Power,To save,Or destroy,At Will.
A Poet’s heart is different,
It feels things in a different way,And knows when things are wrong.