And grow with time,
Get under your skin,
Not only for their rhyme.
The more you know them,
The more in you they sing
In stature, in meaning,
Passion and feeling,
Always appealing
As they become,
Thru loving osmosis,
An integral part of you.
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I will love you more tomorrow,
Love is not something you borrow,When it’s True, it’s there to stay
I write what I feel
What I write,And a feelingOf peace and happinessInvades my human space.Never, will I betrayNor wrongly, portrayThe Truth,I will always writeWhat I think is rightBecause Poetry, will notLive off of lies.
A glow of gold
The Poet’sWritten words,So naturally were bornSo that in trance,All those that readWere, inevitablyAnd willinglyJust held.A master of her ArtIt was not the handThat wrote,But her kindAnd precious heartWhere feelings felt,Were soft and pureAnd blessedMixed with her tearsThey formed a partOf all the lovingThings,That Poetry does best.
In the solitude of unrest,
The poet are blessedBy their art,In a world of confusionAnd interests that groanAnd tear you apart,Not knowing whereTo turn,Consolation and peaceHave to comeFrom within,As we learn how to swimIn the muddy waters ofPerfidy, duplicityAnd sin,Where life searchesIts tragic endingAnd honesty,Cannot win!
We experiment,
Never leavingGood enough, aloneWe have succeeded,Turning, into ruble,Almost every decentFeeling,Once upon a timeEver owned.Breaking good rulesIs not success,Without respectGood behaviorAnd toleranceSocial equilibriumWill never be obtainedNor a more,Just society, gained.We are on the roadTo very big TroubleTime to reflect,A free for all societyLed by fools,Without any rational rulesIs Doom, waiting to projectThe worst film,We could ever…
They have no dignity,
Their only in it,For the ride,And if you let themThey’ll take your hide.‘I’m running here,I’m running there,But hey, don’t call me,I just don’t care,I am the shadow,Of what I should be,If you are decent,Don’t be like me’Now,When you think of itHow can it be?That we are governed,By Insanity!