Destiny, or beyond,
What can we do?
How often it seems,
Life is like a broken vase
We try to put the pieces
Together,
But they really never fit
Nor will they again,
Bring us any pleasure
For once you know the truth,
Your eyes are open,
To the world’s whirlwinds
And displeasures,
Abuses and hard measures
It’s even more difficult
To keep a steady footing,
Lost in the burning sands
Of Life’s deserts.
Of Evil,Are so humanlyIrrelevant!Except for their victims,There, they’re despicableAnd deplorably, unforgettable.
They just mellowAs liquid gold.
Do we think we can find any?Blindly groping in the dark,Who can we really trust?
In the human being,The treacherous duplicityThat assaults you,And othersBut that they hideBehind masks,Of treacherous political tideYou want to run away!Call it quits,Lock all doors,Whisper, HideLook for a dark roomIn which to slide,And give up the ride.But then! You realizeThat there is still PoetryAnd you run to the windowTo let in the light,To hold hands with…
But drains the heart of all it’s blood,Without saying a word,A hurt, a life of Loneliness,Without your Love, your nihil,You know you’re suffering everyday,And that you always, will.
I wonder what species of Spider,Took the very first step,In knitting the flow,Of this decadent tidal ebb.
