And yet, Life Flows,
Different in many zones
But always wanting to know,
Where we come from
And where our lives go.
Mystery of Mysteries,
Will we ever know?
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Like an arrow,
Poems singe the Wind,Their message is immediate,The poet’s heart, alleviateSincere and never deviate,Trying not to sin,A pleasurable win, win.
I know you’re not coming back,
Like the day is long,And the night is black,And it hurts,Like the cavernous black holeOf a star that died,Leaving behind,No luminous track.So, I’m feeling black,Black like an endless cave,With no heart,Where blind bats gather,Seeing not,The sign of mourning,The forever, Black,Left by your departureAs the day is long,And the future, black.
You can’t invent love,
Sometimes it comes,So naturally,Encircling motion,Reaching the Crest,Of what in Life,Is the very Best.Of All emotions,Love is Supreme,Romantic notions,Like in a Dream,Angeles transport you,Beyond this Earth,As Love envelopes,Your soul’s first birth.
What is the matter,
No matter what,We’re always,Looking for trouble!The word ‘Peace’Must be something,Some foolFound in the rubble.After,We’ve destroyed ourselves.Then, maybe?We’ll be ableTo stay out of trouble!
A poem Is,
Translated into words,That tell it All.
Thru love of Art and Poetry,
Both felt and make the heart beat,And enemies appease.