An old French saying goes,
Lucky those,
Who are sufficiently alive,
Who can lead a loveless life,
And still be happy by themselves.
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If you go,
I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbyeIf you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.If you go,Who will share my simple verse?Who will travel thru my Universe?Who will calm my everlasting thirst?Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?If you go.
A phrase, a word, a feeling
Then suddenly there’s magic,And your writing with your heart.
The raving madness
Without hesitation,The fall of great nations,Must go back to our humble beginnings,As Rats,Time has not concealed, rubbed off,The dark behavioral contentions and disputes,We just don’t seem to be able to get along,No matter what song is played or sung,What language spoken or what bell rungWe remain irrational, as Peace is hung.
By all means, search Truth!
On your side,For life’s good ride.Ignorance is Not Bliss,The more you know,The more you can combatThe stony path you find,The Evil that exists,Not with your fistsBut principally with,An illuminated open mind.Truth, Love, Peace, Light,Worth the fight!
I think,
Therefore,I must write,The Imperative,Sincerity,Of my heart.
No one ever did
No one ever cared,As ever and ever,You cared for meOur time was so short,Together,But our love shallForever be,I promise you,Adored, beloved,You will alwaysBe alive in me.