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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Leave the World alone,
There, even the stonesSing in monotone,All is but the same,Only change, a name,Life a Mystery,See what you may see,Nothing, perfectly.
I like to write,
I like to set things right,To speak my mind, with letters kind,That some may use to fight.Thoughts, feelings,Write, exteriorized,Gymnastics for the soul,Sentiments of Truth, not lies,That are my very own,So, I write because, I have to,Because it is my way of life,I write to live another day,I write to stay alive.
The sun had kissed
Making them Pink,The sky behind themColored in Aqua-blue ink,The Artist of the SunsetWould not say,If all was his invention,Or it really was that way.
Poems from the heart
The little goodnessThat still lies,In human heartPlease,Illuminate the way,Become sweet prayersOf everyday,That teach,To love and liveTo have and giveSome UniversalKindness,Violence,Do forget,But don’t forgive.Make us understand,This world belongsTo all of us,But not to thoseThat seek controlOf thoughts,And human rightsAnd if you wantRespect,You must deploy itToo,This world belongsTo all of us!Not just to you.
The lines of age,
Of every simple life,In them we read,Kindness or greed,The story of those lives.It pays to live a decent life,Before the end arrives,Do good, never do bad,And then those linesThat old age brings,Won’t make you all that sad.
Touched by Blue,
Skies and SeasAre also bluePoetry, can be blue too.That’s why Poets understandThat in life, Blue plays a handThat in Life, the color blueCan be happy and sad tooNow we trigger Hope that’s blueSoft and vast and loving, tooNow we trigger other bluesThat do hurt and do confuse,But remember this and knowThat beyond all other BluesLies…