We are born and die alone,
As individuals, humanly flawed,
Finding hard to understand
Why we’re here and where we’re from?
Often lost in Life’s lone storm.
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A moonlit voyage thru all Time,The Past can be revived,The Present, dramatized,And the Future, analyzed,Poetic Time, energized,By the Poet’s Faith, in Rhyme.
Art!
Spark.True feelingArtistic workDignity,Redemption,Salvation.
Life is just, pretend.
In ‘Make Believe’That can’t contendWith shattered dreamsAs harsh reality,InterceptsThe empty avenueOf dreams.It seems,That, nothingThat we really wantWill then take placeOr just by chance,Even arrive,For Life’s hard driveCannot bring backNaïve illusionsThat in realityNever even playedA relevant part,In Life’s,Unstable stage.
She is the One,
And taken so much farther,What in this cold world would we be?Without our guiding mother,Her love and care like no one else,Does make her, like no other.
I love you, Poetry,
You flow in me like new blossoms,Pink and red and full of Love.With you, life is never quiet,I have music, I have rhythmAnd blue hope in skies above.I navigate thru Life’s Ocean,With your help and at my side,For without you, I’m still waterJust an ocean without, tideJust a shadow with no smile.If without you, I…
To love, be loved,
What greater love,In Life can be?But never to have loved at all,Nor heard of Paradise, the call,A somber life without romance,Like living in an empty trance,A solo, sad and tragic dance.