Are scarce and rare,
Hard to get
Good exchanges, tepid and fair,
Not much love, any where.
I would have liked,
To pour out my feelings,
Like they did
In some romantic movies
Of times gone and past,
Where love was realized,
To last,
And was the most important thing
That Life could bring.
But it was not to be
And now as sad and hateful
As it may be for me,
I have only the film
In DVD,
The film I thought
I would live in real life,
With someone who really
Cared, romantically.
Will clean body and soulAnd make you feel ‘hurrah’,Navigate its river,Poetic waters, calmRetracing Life in beauty,A whole new different soundWith Love, always around.
So you don’t,Give up, the Fight!So you don’t give upLove,Light of all livesOn whichThe heart dependsAnd thrives.So you write!Not to give upHopeTo fight, the good fight,Not to let yourself goGo soft, into the fangsOf depression,Because there’s so muchThat’s Wrong,So much cruelty,DissentionAnd oppression,Because you knowYou’re, all aloneIn this tearful valley,You call homeWere life is torn,Ruthlessly,Between good…
That appear to disappearLike Halloween,Ghosts,Once a year.‘Boo’, everybody!Lonely fun,One plus none,Nobody.
We must learn to change,Control human madness.
Do lovers cry in Autumn,For fear of losing All?Why is this Season favored,By poets and by song?Is it because they know and feel,That Life will be reborn?Or because they sadly hearLife’s melancholy song?
The perpetrators,Of Dishonesty and Fraud.
