We have but the Present
To make things
Spoken and written,
Even more obscure.
So,
Forget about Time,
No ones’ personal cure
For none will be having,
A second Tour.
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I dwell in somber thoughts,
Night is my Vessel,The Stars are my sails,And my favorite Song,Is the one that hails,Sadness, as a monotone.
Poems say the most
In a way,That Nothing else can!The whole PanoplyOf Feelings,With just a few wordsThey can Amazingly, scan.
Everything is interrelated,
You and I,Our Whose and Whys.So Why?Are we so badly coordinatedThat all we create, we destroy,And Yet,To who and what,We really love,Can never say goodbye?
Dear Souls, dear Ones,
The Sacrificial Lambs of the world,Won’t the suffering Ever Stop?Is Peace for Thee,A forbidden Hope?A Never attainable Dream?In the Dark Night of Injustice,Just a deep and painful Scream?
The night is still,
Rejects the cares of day,And Memories wake up, the night,While others fade away.These Memories have taken hold,They squeeze my heart and pain my soul,With thoughts of yesteryear,The peaceful dreams of life, it seems,Are by no means, now near.I think of you, our sad ‘adieu’,My heart just filled with tears,I look for you and all I…
There is Nothing
To fill your day,Not all may agreeBut for me,It is just that way,And the happinessThat brings,Is enlightening,Making me look at life,In an entirely different way!Humbled by this happinessI write,Hoping also to please,Someone, SomewhereSomeday.