May it be day
Or lonely night,
And have a dream
Or two,
Of love, concerning,
You
For in my dreams
You come alive
And all desires,
Thrive.
Similar Posts
Without reading and writing,
No Culture, no Art,And no History.
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!
Species,
From the worm to the mammoth,The species have traveled,From ameba, to us,The most mysteriousAnd the one,That most makes, a fuss.ooooooooolast dancellO
Complicated.
Nerves, Bones, Blood,A soul we can’t seeBut are told that existsIn a fiery, turbulent flood.A desire to loveThat can hate in a twist,A complicated puzzle,Of good and bad,That you don’t want to meetIf not properly clad.
To be Poetry
Is there anything,Better?When roses smile,Life is magnificent!At least, for a while.When hearts beat faster,Love may comeIn the formOf sweet disaster,It’s never easyTo loveIn fact,It’s complicated,You can no longerLive,Without being duplicated.
I have realized now,
But it is within You,With Truth and Love and Beauty,Sincerity is Key,Honesty and Harmony.‘I love you! ‘That’s how it has to be.