Sometimes
Like a flower,
Sometimes
Like a smile
Sometimes
It’s a feeling
That reaches
The Sky,
And we don’t even
Know why?
Sometimes
It’s like a whisper,
Others times
Just like a cry
But It’s always
Deeply blending
The sweetest,
Never ending,
Of you and I.
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Integrity,
Now, all’s that’sLeft,Is that cloudyWhite scum,That appearsAfter waterEvaporatesFrom boiling,In Life’s potAnd once you loseThat,You should no longerBe able to lookAt yourselfIn the mirror,Or like Narcissus,In a pond.But today,Like virginityIntegrity,Is so often lostEarly,For a certain priceAnd by a simple sliceFrom Life, its doneNever more to appear,Just gone.
Do words make a difference?
Since you never stop talkingAnd giving wrong accounts,False and slimy politiciansOwe the Lied-to of the World,A very large amount.
How many good hearts are there?
Do we think we can find any?Blindly groping in the dark,Who can we really trust?
I feel
From some placeBut cannot place,The Place,All I knowYou are familiar to meWith no face,Anonymously, known.Who are you?Tell me, please!Someone,From some otherLife,That, once, perhaps I knew?Or saw?All I know,I love your verseFor you’re a poet too,And maybe somedayWe can meet,Someplace,A Place,We once, together knew.
Beyond life,
As what wasFondly ableTo reach,The heart,In its most,Intimate domain.
‘That hand,
All my life,That smileI never had’SaidThe frustrated,LoverAs clouds beganTo gather,And dreamsNo longer swamIn the lakesOf hidden passions.All had diedIn one last sighAs NightGave Life’s door,A great big slam!Without, compassion.