Mixed with feelings
And happenings,
Some imagined
Some real,
Or both
Makes books, poems
Scripts and films
A desired world,
A place to go
When around us,
The real becomes
Too real,
And we can’t
Stand it, anymore.
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Oh, to be a poet,
Of what is wrong,With everything,And what should really rhyme,Trying to make sense of things,Trying to explore,The imprisoned fossils,Found in amber rings,That spell Forevermore.
Can’t win, it’s always been,
No matter how you turn it,Or what you call it,Socialism, capitalism,It is a dirty game,We’re losers all the same,The only thing,That sometimes changesIs the trickster’s name.
Beware, Beware
Cuba, Venezuela.To name just twoHave enslaved,The populationThat has NothingIn return,It will happen toUs too!Don’t think becauseThey change the nameThere’s anything to gainAnd that this time will beDifferent,Its all the same,You will become a slaveOf the Perfect,Leftist State,But lose of LibertyIts very Name!Once fallen in the Trap!There will be no returnTo the DemocracyYou did not love…
Love searched and then fulfilled,
Be still, be still, oh Souls!Joy be praised!To know you’re no longer alone,United, together, Forever,As one Soul in an infinite verse,Love, the grandiose Poem of the Universe.
The essence of infinity,
Yes, it is,But,Does this really answer?The Quiz….
Your love was,
One thousand times over,Your loss,Paradise lost forever,Life, happiness never,To be regained.Now,My ship has sailed,Oceans afar,I travel on one single streak of light,That never will become a star.