Our lives hang,
From one thread,
Spider web, thin.
And yet we go on,
Groping in the dark,
Of our useless existence,
Like Autumn Leaves
Waiting to Fall.
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When all around us fails,
And hit the trailOf desperation and defeat?While there is still,Art, Poetry and Love,Sensitive Souls,Will still be able to standOn their own two badly beaten,Romantic feet.
We live on a volcano
Nothing remains stable,Trying to anticipate,Always has been rough.
Without Poetry’s love
We are nothingOh, how it helps usSurvive!
What is inspiration?
That permeates you thru and thru,Taking you someplace grand and new,That turns you over with its wingsA first time song that sweetly sings,Making you feel so many things,That you had never felt before,A whole new world, an open door.
Made out of
PuppiesGlorious bitsOh Heaven,That fitSome hearts,Just like,A glove.
Beyond all hate,
The battleAnd saves,The human race,No matter whoOr what you areYou have to love it!So filled it isWith unending,BlessingsLove and Grace.