This way again.
But I can say it…
Even then,
Again…
When it becomes a ‘maybe’,
Baby!
And maybe…
When ‘then’ should happen
To appear,
It will be clear to us
That we’re endearing,
More than just a ‘maybe’…
Maybe?
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Could it get any worse?
Where is that positive outlook?Think of it this way…As a continuation,Of those good days now enjoyed.With an extension,Of the best reminscing…You have ever done.
To create loans to stimulate…
The act of loaning?Or a stimulation reminisced?With a reality that insists,On a cash payback!Who or what will be doing that?And which end of a burning bridge…Burning from both sides,Does one run to become more enlightened?Before the bottom is acknowledged.
Repeated and historic has been…
For a self inflicted suffering…That comes to them without end.Insecurities unconfessed,Now has them forced to address…An idealistic way of life,That sets the spotlight uponSuch a disturbing mess.Yes!Truth like this is difficult to erase.When greed has been one’s feeding.And greasy fat hands appear…With mud smeared on one’s deceiving face.Of course the blame for this will be…
A cheapened labor for profit,
To pocket more.They began to contaminate themselves.With a self righteousnessArresting sensibilities.As if they had been the chosen ones.And they were.Chosen!To receive inflicted revenge.From a power descending upon them.They were seduced by luxuries…Undoing them to end their greed.At all cost they wanted to succeed.‘Egofied’ with victory!No matter whose blood was left on trails,To bleed and suffer…To…
Nothing kept precious is ever lost.
To glow brighter.There it remains…And sustains its beauty within us.To replenish and reflect.In essence…Affixed.In a permanency attached,Affixed.Affixed.Affixed.I nspired by: Davidia Kartina‘Thank you, Davidia. I appreciate you! ‘
You tell me what you think and mean.
Let it go!When we’re walking in the streets,There’s always a scene.And under spotlight…You begin your show.Let it go.Your past and those bitter things.Let it go.Why can’t,You let it go.Does your happiness mean anything?Then you’ve got to let stuff go!Let it go.Stop being so dramatic.Let it go.Stop being,Those worst of fanatics.Let it go.Stop being so dramatic.Let…
Sometimes like a religion can,
But poetry’s prayers are better,
Because they include every man.
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Lucky are those fascinated,
Exasperated,For not having enough,Of those moments,Elongated,By wonderful stuff,And creative brothers.Fascinated,By periods and people,High up on the scale,Those that ripple,The exciting Sea of Life,With their creativity,Unfolding secrets,Opening new paths,The artistic mysteries,That fascinate even more,As you keep opening of Life,The Secret Door,The amazing creations,Of which you never tier,But want more and more.
Poet,
And scanning eye,Into human behaviorSoul archer,Looking for the arrowThat makes us laugh or cry.A bit of a magician,Describing, Life’sEvents and positions,Requiring, new firmamentsAnd inner visions,Of traveling stars,Trying to restoreTheir dwindling lightOf hope, the revisionOf a new dimensionGiven to Humanity’sMysterious flight
We should all have
To really, realizeWhat keeps us alive,To dream a bit,Play imagination,To feel of Life,Its most wonderful,Sensation.
Sometimes you feel so empty
You don’t knowWhere to go,You don’t knowWhere to go,Or what to doTo keep up life’sChaotic riskAnd still keep livingToo!So tired of this,Long voyageSo spiritless, alone,Where jagged rocksAccumulateAnd solitude,Becomes,A second homeInhabiting,All passing winds,That empty spacesRoam!So tired, spinningThru the world,With empty heartAlone,Just looking forThe proper wayTo ease this vitalPain.Thru traveling windsAnd drowning rain,My pointless lifeRegain…
You thrill me,
Beyond any words,Who are you?The Artist,With talentthat burns.
Life’s Lake has muddy waters,
As we escalate our History,Looking back, almost a crime,We’ve not followed, moral principals,By this time, for sure all goneThe Commandments we’ve forgottenCompassion, nearly banned,Human feelings, so important,Less than footprints in the sand.
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We can be what we want to be,
But here and now,
Dreams are made of sadness,
And impossibilities,
What should be, cannot be,
Like this love,
Between you and me.
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There are poems
Others thatLeave you,Totally cold,But we mustRead on,Write onBecause sometimes,Surprise, surpriseWe find,That hidden gold!
What a Wonderful
To be able to expressThe Humming BirdThat sings,Within.
In the spirit of humanity,
And it will never die!Woven lace of feelingsThat sometimes, even,Softly,Makes you cry.
What a poem can express,
With just a few words,A whole lifetime of feelingsYou can scan,Lifetime, feelings, wordsPaper, pen, blend,From beginning to end.
Only poetry
Poetic proseCan even attemptTo describe,The ineffable,The overwhelmingDeep thunderThe breathtaking wonder,That feeling called LoveSo deep and intangibleSo sweet and unimaginableSo difficult to find and attainSo abstract and untouchableSo invisible and desiredThat it can controlAll of lifeJust by uttering its name.
I an upside-down world,
And most goose-stepping people,Can’t seem to be able to think,On their ownOr even do the right thing.