That we as,
Supposed ‘intelligent’ beings,
Simply don’t achieve,
Unexplainable, the evil vein,
That clogs the human brain,
And works so hard,
To constantly deceive.
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We think, what we think,
Hard to reach inside,Hard to change your own mind,Just like the weather,You can’t predict,What people will think,Most of the timeThat’s why,When selling new products,You’ve got to be sly.We are what we think,Wrong or right,By day or by night,But the problem is,That most of us,Most of the time,Don’t even bother to think.
What can I do?
It was ment to be,You’re my Destiny.Like the wave loves the Sea,Like the gull must be free,Like our blood has to flow,Like the Wind has to blow,And all trees have to grow,You are part of my soul,You’re my heart’s melody,Like the cry of the Sea,You’re my life’s Symphony,You’re my life’s Mystery,My Divine Destiny.
Poets love,
Way,Loving life,And all it hasTo say,Written love,Is where theyFeel fulfilled,In those poemsThat the soulHas written,That no forceOn earth,Can ever stopOr take away!
There are secrets that are sins,
That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.
‘Vote along for me,
They’ve lied to us,Since kingdom come.So once again,All will be fooled,And badly schooled,Till Thinking will go numb.
Inseparable, like one,
Sincerity, not spun,You are the life,That flows thru my veins,Poetry is Love,Love is Poetry,Stemming from Life’s,Most inspired tree.