It’s like someone holding your hand
When you’ve given up on everything.
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We want to be happy
Always lookingFor the Unattainable,The desired PerfectionWe all dream ofAnd want.
Change, Change, Change,
Saber tooth Tigers remain,Dripping with the blood of the Innocent,Men are disgraced by their Hate,The non-guilty seem to always pay,For no crimes committed,For the hate that won’t go away.
I love you because I love you,
Because Love makes you or breaks you,Because Life is nothing, without Love.
Sharing,
Of a Poem,That is stealingOur attentionAnd our calm,There is never moreA pleasure,Than to speakAbout its lovingTreasure,As we shareThe gifted nectarOf its lovelinessAnd depth,Of its imageryAnd sound,Unavoidable,Hypnotic charm.
Maybe Poetry
Just one more wayTo hide,To run awayFrom crude,Rude, disgustingReality.We destroy,KillAll positivityAs well asHope,As violence alwaysSeems to take overAs wars and endlessRevolutionsWith no solutionsSeem to makeThings even worse,As all positivityIs murdered,By violent barbarism.I see nothing positiveAhead!God help us,If the forcesOf destructionLift up,Inevitably,Medusa’s evilAnd revolutionarySpearhead!
Poetry is the banner,
Maybe the greatest discovery,Since man invented the wheel.