Who ever knew propriety or decency?
Anything goes, the Highs and the Lows,
Depending on the icy Wind that blows.
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Friends, today
That appear to disappearLike Halloween,Ghosts,Once a year.‘Boo’, everybody!Lonely fun,One plus none,Nobody.
I dwell in somber thoughts,
Night is my Vessel,The Stars are my sails,And my favorite Song,Is the one that hails,Sadness, as a monotone.
The Compulsion to write,
It just might be,My life-giving Potion,My Lifeline to Emotion!Feeling and Feelings,Are Everything!In constant motion,Like a magic train,That pushes us, along,Into worlds, unknown,Please accept my devotion!Then, there’s Mystery,And the Why?The unanswered questions,And the Innermost Cry,The vital search for Love,Before you die.
If Love is
And necessaryWhy is hate practicedAnd taught,How can we want to killOthers,Even design, fabricateThe Poison and the Rope.Concentration CampsAre part of thisDeadly matter,Historical HorrorMurderous course,A ‘Life is a Life’But if they were JewsIt just didn’t matter,And nobody caredAnd nobody said a wordOr screamed‘Bloody Murder’As the gas chambers,Were put in motionAnd the Tragedy,Went further,Until not evenThe cries…
Knowledge is Golden,
Anything good learnedIs already forgotten.
War is a business,
Slay, the other,Take from himAll that you can.Demolishment, destruction,Brings to more than a few,Immense wealth and satisfaction!Profits are big,Death even more,But the provokersAlways keep open,the bloody store.WAR,The cruelest, cruelty of man,As victims gather,In the forgotten sands of TimeFor when, the ban?