Illumination, joy that counts,
Poetic Flashes, no accounts,
For them, no forbidden amounts.
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A bit of kindness
A word or twoA smile,A human touchWith which you knowSomebody cares,Sends you a smileFor you to wear,All this means moreThan treasures badly got,For kindness and affectionCan’t be forced or bought,No matter what!
Swimming in the mud,
Dirty,21st century clad,A pool of idiots screaming,Wolf!But acting like swine,And We?Pickles in brine,With no crunch left,Cowards!Drowning in vinegar and salt,As insults fly,As Dreams and Country die,Need we ask, Why?
How deep is Love,
For in them,Deep dark waters flow.How deep is Love?Maybe you know,For I have tried,To tell you so.How deep is Love?If we would know,We would posses,Life’s secret flow.
The Mysteries of the Mind,
What? Cubism?Paths that wind and intertwine,Going where?To doubts and scares,Reaching for the Stars,But downward stares,Lost in Paradise,And nobody, cares.The Mysteries of the Mind,Sometimes,They keep us out of touche,Even with ourselves,And yet, it is Mystery, as suchThat makes us feel so much,And pushes us to care.
If only it were possible,
All the music of the Universe,In one only verse,What would it say?What would it be like?If it were possible,I think I might die of fright,At the power of the mind.But wishes, so often remain wishes,‘A miraculous Verse, never written’,Only wished in the mind.
Oh my heart, my heart
When torn apart, we were,And now my days flow into night,Love’s light is never there.Outside, the daily movements,Of life seem to take place,Inside my lonely mountain,I cannot find my place.Life roars past like a lion,At such a hurried pace,You turn around,And all is gone,In such a senseless race.Neurosis is an ailment,Of body and of soul,It…