She lived for Love,

No matter how you turn it,Or what you call it,Socialism, capitalism,It is a dirty game,We’re losers all the same,The only thing,That sometimes changesIs the trickster’s name.

A strong feeling of wear and tear,Of Light, without shine,Figurines of white porcelain dream,Those, that no human hand can design,Frigid, no warmth, no care,But are everywhere.Today, there is a sadness in the air,A lagging feeling of, ‘I don’t care’And a gray silence, invades the air,No human feeling, Anywhere.Yes, you guessed it!Depression, sitting on a chair,Dreams…

You were, after all,My last happiness.So lonely,I look for you,In the star studded sky,Of my Solitude,In the frosted eye,Of the multitude,So unfeeling, so aloof.As the world passes me by,I look for you,Begging for fortitude,As the Doors close,With certitude,Knowing, I have lost you,Forever,And that the only word,That will be whispered to me,By the chilling Winds of…

In the quiet moonlit hours,Dreams of love are traveling best.I will love you being lonely,With a love I can’t forget,You will always be beside me,As the Moon our love protects.In the darkness I will find you,For I know you exist somewhere,Then the moonlight will astound you,And be glorious everywhere.

Secrets you don’t dare,Air out, publicly.For even still today,In 21st ‘liberal’ century,Prejudice exists andThere’s a certain way,That changes it resists,You really never know,What changes are accepted,Or by the majority,Simply rejectedFor we are individuals,And cannot think alike,Yet we must be tolerant,And many times accept,Changes, if not harmful,That we don’t really like.

They are so unbelievably,IntertwinedFor the best thing they both knowIs how to give, and give, and give.