In ‘Make Believe’
That can’t contend
With shattered dreams
As harsh reality,
Intercepts
The empty avenue
Of dreams.
It seems,
That, nothing
That we really want
Will then take place
Or just by chance,
Even arrive,
For Life’s hard drive
Cannot bring back
Naïve illusions
That in reality
Never even played
A relevant part,
In Life’s,
Unstable stage.
Innumerable texts written about it,So how come we haven’t learned yet?How to live honestly, working for what we get.
Lying means you’re not a fool,Sticking it to the system,Popular wisdom,With all this ‘Grandeur’What hell-hole are we in?Can’t find it on my telephone map,Maybe because by now,We, the people are considered,Less important than a muddy Sow!
And sweet delight,Hoping to reachSentiment height,Hoping to be read,Not just for one night,Hoping to spread love,Above, all mightHoping to gift lightAnd for justice, fight.
But who would not drown?Happily,In her fantastic waves.
SometimesLike a flower,SometimesLike a smileSometimesIt’s a feelingThat reachesThe Sky,And we don’t evenKnow why?SometimesIt’s like a whisper,Others timesJust like a cryBut It’s alwaysDeeply blendingThe sweetest,Never ending,Of you and I.
Reminiscing in my silence,Comes the need to think aloud,And what better than a poem,That becomes a traveling cloud,With past thoughts and inner feelings,Where deep memories are allowed.Poem, friend that wakes my silence,Takes me gently by the hand,Helps me write a Sea of Feelings,All my world it understands.
