As well as from
Make believe scenes,
On the sounding screens
And finally,
Most of our analyses
Are worthless,
For nothing really is
As it seems,
And nobody says,
What they really mean.
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Music Speaks
But conveysThe sweetest,SpirituallyEnchanting,MessagesEver heard!
Happiness, Sadness
In well written poemsOf human esteem.Nothing communicates,Like poetic verseNor is as far reachingAnd velvety terse.
Beauty within madness,
A fool’s version,A mirage, a visionOf a World that can’t exist.
Believe me,
I know no other road,No other drive,As strong as you,Encircling all of Life,Pure as the morning dew.Yes, I need you to go on,Like our poor planet needs the dawning Sun,Like the night needs the moon,To project its only light,Like the bird needs,It’s liberating flight.May I name you now?Beloved, LoveLife revolves,Around your Light.
Just a passing rhyme,
If it weren’t for Imagination,Where would we be?The World’s not a pretty place,And neither are we.
Love climbs up,
And invades us with its skill,It perfumes the lovely rose,That suddenly in us grows,Love sings everywhere it goes.Love is like a sudden chill,That remains and works its will,Can’t forget its ever thrill,Love that’s lost, remains Love still,Love is love and constantly,It’s the All that makes us Be.