Yet we are made, the same to swallow,
Sometimes I feel just like a pig,
Forced in the mud to sadly wallow.
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We,
Try to analyze everythingAnd finally, we walk awayNot knowing anything,Theory and MysteryRemain,Our only tree of knowledge.
A thing,
Goodness, tooIs a love, forever!That is why,I love your SoulThe most beautifulGift,Of them all.
I am sick of killings and death,
‘Macbeth hath murdered sleep forever’Blood for Power, Power thru blood,Can’t They leave us aloneIn our personal Sod?I’m sick of killings,And sick of false words,Man is the only animal,That murders his own Herds.
lost connectional
resurrectionlike amour
Because we met,
Right into clouds of golden thread.Because we met,The Sea accelerates its pace,With waves of passion and white lace.Because we met,The Rose of Love will Never close,For happiness is all It knows.Because we met,There is a meaning to my smileThat has not left me for a while.Because we met,There’s Love Connection, Mystery,Love’s Light that guides our…
Word Twisters
They are always present,Since our first Tribe, clusters.Unsteady word DroolersDisgusting mind, Foolers,They bribeFrom false Social Coolers,Of freebees and promisesNot Kept, Ever!With more colorsThan a Chameleon,Politicians,Can willingly killEverything!Even anything forgottenOr burnt up,But left,They’ll kill again,For They are unchangedBut always promising‘Change’!