When love is no longer the story,
You even forget your name.
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Mountains may cave,
But Love never dies,It’s too precious.
As memories accumulate,
Yesterday’s blurred imagesAppear, but they quiver,Disappear, metamorphosing,From clear, to painful narrow.Life itself becomes a shadowLess perceptive in the dark,Shadows, memories thatWith us travel,Things we did and so enjoyed,Childhoods, full of hope,In excitement for tomorrow.But, we live and realizeThat life is only,Time borrowed,Bitter sweetness that arrivesTime that flows, creating shadowsThat our lives are not our ownAnd…
Time does not forgive,
Before dreams turn to, Never,For Time is very sly,You think youth will not die,But winking just one eye,Time will sure pass you by,And then you’re gone Forever.
I feel things very deeply,
And what I feel, I have to sayIn the most sincerest way.Only Art makes us live, only Art,If not for artistic creation,We would be just an abomination,A machine that kills at will,That cannot tell itself apart,From a wild animation, with no heart.As we go thru time, the Artistic Wheel turns,Creating what is most sublime in…
The Mass Illusion
That we are basicallyGoodBut in us lies,The trapThat we can so easilyBe fooled.Fooled and taken overBut!If we are so easilyTrappedMay it not beBecause our intelligenceHas been clouded over,By devils making of usSaps,And then, running us over!Food for thoughtCannot be gottenWith food stamps,Because we all needTo be reeducated,By the truth,The World over.
The sound and music in Poetry,
Things that are so musically said,Can only be as good as our daily bread.