Who ever knew propriety or decency?
Anything goes, the Highs and the Lows,
Depending on the icy Wind that blows.
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More than words,
Poetry.Nothing you can really see,Pricks inspiration,Guides the Train to the station,The poet travels, thru his poem,To lands and myths unknown,By mystery woven,By imagination sownThat try to say so much,That sometimes even,With just one image,Can Heaven touch.
You linger on,
A shattered dream,Like an autumn leaf.That will not die,Like my very shadow,That cannot cry,And even though I try,I can’t forget you,Why? Why? Why?
Words of Love,
Emotions, uncontrolled,Lets ask not why,Our lives begin,When Love of us, takes hold.
The Solitude,
Has taken hold, today,It grips my soul,To be alone,And think of yesterday.The Solitude,Is sad and rude,And hard to put away,To be alone,Just like a stone,And have Nothing, to say.Not even do,I have the Sea,To keep me company,I walk alone,So far from Home,Remembering, silently.
Every mind a mystery,
What goesThru a person’s mind,We are even mysteriesTo ourselves.Strange Life,And We,Stranger, still…
Ah to be a poet,
And if you dare tell Them,All you get is stares.