You’re tired of thinking,
Just want to go away,
On a moonlit ship,
That no one can sway,
In an absurd world,
Of untruths that prey,
Upon your sanity,
In a political way.
So tired of arguments,
That just aren’t true,
Throughout History,
It seems, Nothing is new,
At the foot of the Forum,
You hear a Patrician say,
‘I have a mental club,
For you all, today’,
‘People, don’t speak,
Don’t think, just go away,
And don’t come back looking,
For the Democracy,
We’ve taken away’
Alone with Love,So constantly,The heart returns,The flow of blood,Emotions soar,Just like a flood,The sky, Auburn,Clouds Violet-Blue,The sea does turn,This color, too,And I just think,All day of you,Persistent, love,Pure and profane,Enamoured heart,That goes insane.In heaven’s name,What do I feel?Is it a dream,Or is it real?My life, my heart,You have undone,Without your love,I cant go on,My only…
Their two souls had intertwined,With a Love so deep and blindThat they only saw each otherOnly lived for one anotherIn a Love more than sublime,Out of space and out of time.
The killing of HopeDark panorama,Short cut rope.Technical miracles,Advance without endAnd we, we go backTo our savage trendViolence a pinnacle,Red flowers bloomHuman understanding,Hurled into doom.The beautiful is uglyThe ugly is expressed,In actions, in speechesOf continual distress.Mechanically savvy,Humanly compressed,An Ugly World,Where feelingsAre not blessed.Icicles are forming,Icebergs show their crestThey’re our future TowersOf Hopelessness.
And yet, it is amazing to seeHow many still are!To what purposeDoes it serve,What I say?Just to let you know,That there are still,Romantics,Looking for a Star,And some that think,That Love is just a better wayFinding a poem or twoThat proves what they say.< br>how
I’m tired of speaking to the wall,Or looking at white sheets of paperWhere all my words stall,Neither wall, nor paper, care at all!Where do I go from here?To a glass of red wine, or a beer?
A strange set of circumstances,Surround our History and Life,By now, nobody even knowsWhat is right, nor what is wrongLike in a fog we move, lost,So far away from Home.
