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.
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Blue period not too dark,
Blue dreams that don’t come true,Beyond Horizon, blue,Listen, I hear the tune,Of ‘Rhapsody in Blue’,I really don’t know why,But now I feel blue too.
I think,
May be somewhatProtected,But the Devil,Probably enhancesEvil.Is this saidJust not to take the blame,And is it Not the Devil,But, WEWho are the source ofAll evil?Because the hellishThings that some have done!Unimaginably,Wrong and hideous,Indicate,That we createOur own hateful,Turbulent, upheaval,Murdering innocenceAnd the weakest,Blaming, mental depravity,For our blindnessOur Evil,Which, by now should beTotally rejected,In order to makeThis World,More Livable.
Turbulence,
With painful, ragged sails,Looking for a port to rest,To escape the Wind’s cold wails.Up and down and ocean bound,We’re thrown from here to there,Happiness sometimes exists,The problem is just Where?
Politicians
Such, Hypocrites,Yes, with a capital H.,Always molting their skin,Like Vipers in a pit,Pretending caring, charityAnd fairness for all,While their FangsDistill, poison at will,As tyrants and liarsThat they areNever changing,Once more historyRepeats itself,And poor DemocracyIs left hangingOn some dusty,Forgotten, shelf.Remember,Everything is manipulatedIn all lands,Where Truth and CountryAre strangled,By their bloody, hands.
So many people in the World,
Are scarce and rare,Hard to getGood exchanges, tepid and fair,Not much love, any where.I would have liked,To pour out my feelings,Like they didIn some romantic moviesOf times gone and past,Where love was realized,To last,And was the most important thingThat Life could bring.But it was not to beAnd now as sad and hatefulAs it may be…
To see, to live
Sensations, graspedFrom Life’s strange,Mysterious journey,Trying to uncomplicate,Dissect, impressionsBurning, to be told,That’s what the poetTries to do,And then thru PoetryIt’s gifted on to you.