Where only silent memories
Of gone happiness persist.
Silence is perpetual night,
The absence of a kiss,
Where warmth and light,
Have taken flight,
And hope is off the list.
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For the love of words
Paradise itself!That isIf ParadiseEven exists,In the name of the SpiritAs Love,Continually, we are toldCo-ExistsWith all sorts of Myths.For the love of words,Hours spentIn literary mists,Cool and comfortable,Where a sort ofTelepathy existsWith other Worlds,Creating a rumbleOf satisfactory,Bliss!Is it sinful to persistIn loving soundsThat co-existWith imagery?Sounds and SymbolsAbstract feelingsDeeply embraceAs language recuperatesFeelings, skyward bound,Coming aroundConcealing nothingAnd so,Connecting…
The Angry Sea,
Hurricanes, crazy winds,Rains of mortal reach,It’s as if Nature wantsTo wipe all away,Cleanse what we have soiled,Shattering all rules of decency.Are we being punished for our sins?For the disrespect to this Earth,The disrespect to human feelings?Who can say?All we know is that our behaviorDoes not give Hope much to say.
After all these years,
In search of answers,I return with empty hands,And an even heavier heart.The meaning of Life escapes me,So much fight, so much pain,For Nothing!Lucky are they who,Have some happy moments to remember,Who think All is not in vain,Who in Life’s goings and comings,Still manage to stay sane.
Does thinking make you live?
Sometimes I really wish,My own thinking would stop,Just to be very still,In peace with mind and will,Not even hear a drop,Of water falling fine,And wondering, as I stop,Why is this drop not wine?
Like in a trance,
Like in a trance,A poem is written,Why?Those are the secretsThat All answers,Defy!
There is no Heaven on Earth,
So much more, can still be done,BUT,If this Country becomes,Like so many tyrannical nests,We will become Hell,Like All the rest!