That will push me into the Ocean,
It I cry real strong and loud.
Sometimes, I feel like dreaming,
When there’s nobody around,
That the World’s an empty Castle,
And that Joy, can still be found.
Sometimes, I feel like hiding,
In the Black Hands of a Clock,
And destroying Time forever,
Would that really be a shock?
Sometimes, I feel like walking,
Directly into the Sea,
And never again talking,
And finally being Free.
That baroque does not provoke,As beautiful is the lily,As the towering, stately oak.
Words instead of colors, paint,The portrait of our inner state,No sentiments, concealing.As sincere AS Love should be,The Poet words, his lettered painting.Never wanting to conceal,A Heart that sometimes may be breaking.Fantasy and Poetry,Words that speak, Eternity,Wish one day the World would be,One Blue Sea of Poetry.When a Poem speaks to me,I regain faith, naturally,I am…
The heart doesn’t listen,Even, if you want it to.I love you,And it’s very hard,Because I can’t tell you,My whole life is sad.I love you,How can that be?I don’t even know you,And you don’t know me.
Most relationships don’t last,Selfishness, interest moves most heartsLifelong friendships are a thing of the past.
In their bodies,All writhing snakeAnd double crossingRat, lying, flatInto empty, sacNow tell meFrankly!Would you,TranquillyVote,For MonstersLike that?
To go forward in our Art,Let us not betray one another,We must sustain each otherBravely, Sagely,Understanding,Every Poet’s Heart.
