Thoughts,
That are yours
And yours alone,
Personal diary,
That each one owns
Intimate world
Where thoughts are heard
Mysterious phantoms,
That roam,
Below the skin
That talk to you,
Sometimes,
Even control
The world within,
So very intimate,
These thoughts
The feelings brought
That in us,
Almost always win.
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Relationships,
Those are the rare ones,Very few regrets.We communicate thru language,But there’s so much more than that,There is all the human baggage,We all have under our hat.
We were so close, even though we had never met,
In Life you don’t always want,What life wants you to get,I feel myself going into a haze,A painful life-threatening daze,Goodbye, Adieu,I always asked, ‘Why are we here? ‘,WHY? ? ?Does it really matter if we live or die?
I like describing things,
Make believe the World is clear,Like a windy summer day,With you very close and near,Fantasy, in every way!Make Believe is just for me,Don’t like harsh reality,So I word and feel my way,Seeking inner dreams to say,Feeling deeply all that movesStaying free in what I chose,Wasting time in imagery,Mostly writing poetry.
Pushed by the Winds of Inspiration,
A poet strives for perfection,Trying to artistically unfold.
When I was young
Thought peaceful wordsCould change,Most everythingTeaching understanding,Knitting souls togetherWould better many things,But truth and understandingWill not in deaf ears, ring.Now that I am olderI know, good wordsDon’t mean a thing,We go round and round,Word waltzing,Complicating everythingNot really changingAnything!As blind and deafAs Always,So once more,And running out of time,Let the useless gamesOf slippery wordsBegin,Won’t change a thing!
Poetry
Molds togetherTruth and feelings,Imagination,InspirationPlus observationAnd then,CreatesLanguage miraclesThat goSo much further,Fantastic creations,Heart incantations,Hallucinations,Worded beautyAnd fascinationThat sometimesCan produce,The most,Unimaginable,Sensations.