For they are able to feel and see,
What no prose can ever be
And live in perpetual discovery.
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Imagine,
Were the same,Just learned that not even the Earth’s rotations,Are each time, the same,So why should all the people,And all the nations,Be lame, brain washed robots,All the same?Their personalities maimed,To serve some 2cent tinkered with dictator,Of socialist fame,Manipulation is not education.No two blades of grass,No two leaves of the same tree,Are the same,So why should…
To be lost in a clouded world of thought,
No today and no tomorrow,Nada,No memories to speak of,Just numbness and gray rain,Nothing to lose,And Nothing to gain.
How often,
Do we think, ‘things will change’,That some how, Hope can be arranged,And then something happens,Not for the better,Just an eye-opener,That makes you realize,That Change is just a word,That has to do with the weather,Not with human exchange,Something, that no matter,How hard we try,Simply cannot be arranged.
I never had the love I dreamt,
Yet it was void of sentiment,You did not feel the Love I felt.The moments cross, the seconds wane,I feel this intense, piercing pain,A longing for a Look, A Touch,That used to say, ‘ Love you so much! ‘.And now, My Love, has come, the day,When we must part and go our way,There’s really nothing more…
Do you love me?
Will you leave me?Never!Will you love me?Forever!Will I love you?You’d better,Are you happy?Together,Life as One?Is better,Will we always Love each other?Even harder,What makes Life so worthwhile living?One Another.
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.