Only lies and foul language,
Seem to excite, satisfy and delight
The numerous, unglamorous fools of the world.
Beauty of thought,
Seems all but lost,
Romanticism, Idealism,
Two ‘Enemies’ that are,
Easily forgotten and fought,
As everything that’s rotten,
Takes hold,
What’s left of our humanity,
Remains tangled, and distraught.
Donation of the gods,Traveling to other WorldsHas never been so fulfilling!Where fiction and pluralityOf Wisdom and Dreams,Can be seen and had.
The true reality,Our own weakAnd distrustfulPersonalities,Not easy,Who to blameFor the disintegration,Of the societyWe live in?Not easy!In thousands of years,Neither politicsNor religion haveMade us betterWe remainAs shameful as everCrawling in our ownMan Made Mud,A disgrace to ourselvesAnd to the societyWe live in,A being no betterThan what the BibleTold us, once he was.We are what we areNot…
Pink rose, graySomehow,Not totally happyBut not with frown,I enjoy,A welcomed ivory towerWhere none can hurt meOr blow me down,Except for TimeThe greatest EnemyOf life’s crown.
We’re just no good,In getting along.For centuries, looking,For Justice, for Peace,Technically advanced,Humanly wrong,Abusing our brothers,The cheating of the strong,Plus singing of injustice,The same old song.
In a way,That Nothing else can!The whole PanoplyOf Feelings,With just a few wordsThey can Amazingly, scan.
The ones I’ll never leave behind,That won’t stay still,The ones I don’t forget, will not forgetThat thru the years become a part of me,Move in my heart, live in my mind,Those moving films,That in my memory will shineA happiness,That no where else I’ll find.
