Or not thinking at all,
Think about it.
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Words come from Silence,
Life’s not always,What we want it to be,What is given,Is often taken away,Violently,One or two tears remain,Will stay, be with you always,Forever sadness,Not just for a day,Is there anything else,For me to say?
Warmth and understanding,
Tenderness,A feeling,Of which thereNever, ever isEnough.
A Poet lives
A Blue SkyIs by eye, illusion.Inspiration and IllusionMake best poemsPossible,Poets out thereDay by day,Always searchAnd want to share,This magic fusion.
When they talk,
The perpetrators,Of Dishonesty and Fraud.
The Few
For true Justice,Clear sight,ReallyHave it hard!BecauseThe dirty StaticOf PoliticsAnd vested interestsIs always thereFomenting FogMaking waves,For those who care.Pity,Since time immemorialThe same old storyGiving us no win,No love, no glory.