Are you the spirit of the gods,
That did survive, somehow?
Are you their language, sweet and deep?
Mythology’s transition,
That prints the world anew, somehow,
With gods, temples and visions.
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The eloquent sunset,
The ocean that once saidCome with me, be freeHas lost all its blueness,Its strong liberty,Now trapped in the sadnessThe unprepared madnessOf having to beAlone, in the darknessOf this painful litany,That repeats and repeatsOver and over and overAgain,Love, so hard to appearCan simply one dayAlso, disappear.
It’s never too early to start to Fool,
A man. a woman, a flea or a dog,Does it really matter who is the next Rogue?
They say
A sixth sense,Or did IMake that up?In any case,I’m sureSome do!Otherwise,They’d only saySilly thingsLike meAnd you.
Red munching mouths,
As Movie Viewers’Waistlines, Pop!
Thoughts that come,
Why they come,We’ll never knowWhat makes you,The one you are?Each a Mystery,Great by far.Therapists,Have tried to help,But even they,Get tangled,In themselves.
Trying to keep calm,
Trying to figureThings out!That never getFigured out.I’m tired of notHaving answers,Not able to seeClearlyWith glasses,Nor without.As a childI loved long storiesBut, I’m really,Tired, nowSo pleaseNo more stories!There are too manySerious, things,Going around,To dependOn other’s LiesThat will notKeep us aliveBut au contraire,Keep us, all down.What I reallyNeed in my lifeIs some peaceAnd quiet,Calm,And to make itReally,…