Everything out of balance,
Like in a crazy dance.
Years melt away without feeling
the nasty passage of Time,
Knowing that there’s no healing,
Now, soon or anytime.
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A thing,
Goodness, tooIs a love, forever!That is why,I love your SoulThe most beautifulGift,Of them all.
Each poet a world
Individuality,Each poem a gem,With its ownPersonality.No two,Ever the same.
What you say and do,
But not tomorrow,We are ever changing creatures,Like the weather,Good today, Stormy tomorrow.
Notice,
Painter, writerSo much can sayAnd hide,Thru Symbolism,That is why they say,You have to read‘In between the lines’Where signs and symbolsDo become,A guessing game,But those who get itFeel itHave the most magnificent,Intellectual, soul fulfillingAnd discerningly, illuminatingPrize!
It’s wonderful
And drown yourselfIn Words,And if you’reVery lucky!Say thingsNo one has heard.
Like a musical instrument,
My favorite sound,I rebound and vibrateWhen I hear your name,You know, very wellThat after seeing you,I was never the same!You’ve stolenMy heart, my LifeMy Domain,And now,Even in the darknessOf my solitudeI see you!Just the same,As I, becomeThe SoloistOf my lonely Concerto,Called, ‘Pain’.