In this Piece,
Poets will Lie
Politicians will Cry,
Musicians will swim in a Moat,
While the Country sings,
‘Missing the Boat’
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Only Love saves,
In our mutilated and insignificant,Human stage,Love plants the light,A minuscule spike,Of singularity,A moment in Infinity,For the Human Tragedy.Love to One,and Love for AllIn our world, so small,Our only claim to Immortality.
I look at the World,
And am lead to believe,That we are a race,Born in infamy,Having intelligence,Capability, heart,Why do we continue,To tear each other, apart?
The dark waters that surround us,
And our thinking brainCan never make us,Totally good or sane,There is something about usThat makes us, incomprehensibleTo ourselves and to others,Therefore, sadly alone,We shall forever, remain.
Art, as therapy
Against, the World’sAbsurdity,Politics, as perversityControlled, cynicismFrom within,For evilTo spoil all,Life in generalFatigue, FearMind and SpiritFor all we doIs question AllNo true answersGiven,And that’s all….
We think they’re magicians
They are idealistic visions,Takes and Cuts.But those who can really actAnd emotions transmit,They remain in our hearts,Because something thereThey have memorably, lit.There is nothing I like better,Than a fine actorWith a Cap for his Feather.And a Film as his Captor,And maybe one day,If they’re good enough,A gold statuette, named Oscar!
Profession,
Forwarding address,‘No longer there’A naked white sheet,Of paper, so neat,In my face,Does stare!Gone the glorious phrases,Put together like no other,Beautified like child by mother,And conceived in Heaven’s chatter,I go back and seem to gather,Floating petals from a rose,That does not know where it goes,Swept by winds of make believe,To imaginary Nations,Where there is no longer…