They are my herds,
My refuge, my passion,
I revel in the waters of spoken thought,
The surround sound effect embraces me
As if language were my lover,
My Master, my only Hope.
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Poetry was made for you,
Elevated to a scaleWhere there is no celebration,Of others, there’s no call,For they simply don’t exist,You have devoured their throne,Set aside their domination,You reign thru your Soul,Poetry Perfection, that is All.
How often,
Do we think, ‘things will change’,That some how, Hope can be arranged,And then something happens,Not for the better,Just an eye-opener,That makes you realize,That Change is just a word,That has to do with the weather,Not with human exchange,Something, that no matter,How hard we try,Simply cannot be arranged.
The Romans gave you
The Dark AgesIgnorance, PovertyAnd Religion,The RenaissanceRebirth of theMost Precious Art,Popes, with vision,The era of Deified Kings(dictators in waiting)Giving more hungerAnd, Yes, more Religion!20 and 21st CenturyPolitical BrainwashingPermissiveness,Social-CommunistIgnorance,End of National Pride,Death of DemocracyDownward, quality slideRespect and TruthStrangled on the sideWith ruthless, Sedition.Epilogue,From here onOnly Hell can beNext,We already seeThe Fires BurningDown Shame’s Street.
Love should be,
All the rest,Is useless fire.
What we feel
Secrets nearSecrets farThe ‘why of whys’Of certain things,From mysterious fountain,Unknown, springsIf you and IWere meant to beDoes it really matter,Why that be?
How many good hearts are there?
Do we think we can find any?Blindly groping in the dark,Who can we really trust?