Is such a tenuous One,
We negate our own insanity,
Disregard our own mortality,
And then, think that we have Won!
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What is Sadness?
Empty oceans,Full of fright,Navigation without sight,All emotions colored White,The blank pages of a book,Where no smile did ever look,And a loneliness supreme,Of a life yet to redeem.w
You just can’t fake it,
It has to speak,Universally,Of human Spirituality,And reach the heart,And reach the sky,And sail the sea,And never die.
As Nobodies meet
To discuss, Nothing!Today,InsignificanceAnd StupiditySeem to beAll the rage.No excellence,No prideNothing goodSeems to matterNo beauty,No good feelingsAs guide,Greatest achievementsAre:To be tattooedFrom head to footLike savages,Not to beProud of your CountryNot to respect your flagAnd not to even knowOr care,Who you really are!Backwards do we slideBeware!Nothing good is waitingThere!
The sensitivity of some poets,
To even explain.It’s as if for them,All of Life is presented,So naturally, so plain,Instantly knowing,What it’s all about,Naturally, glowing,Without doubt,Feeling Life’s LoveEven in the rain.
Once you have loved someone,
That love will be with you,Till the very day you die.
Always,
That aren’t there,It’s really terrible,When you want to shareYour thoughts, pains and feelingsBut there’s Nobody there.