The fruits of your productive thought,
Don’t think,
And you will live an empty life,
Babbling nonsense like a dope.
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You can’t teach someone,
Become an artistOr love a rhyme,So strangeHow these are giftsYou’re born with,Regardless of who you are,Where you’re fromOr passing time.That is real democracyTo be you,And what you want to be,Individuality!For every human beingA great necessityWithout freedomWe are nothingSo if you know itGuard it,To the utmostOf your possibilities.Freedom is every person’sResponsibility.
Roses,
Trying to cope with being alone,Roses, as you sway,In the dying light of day,Memory winds play,A saddened song.Remembering,Past images, display,Moments, times foregone,Then, without request,Time stops or rests,And Life loses,What is its best:‘A tender smile,A pressing hand,The Look of LoveA passion grand.’You close your eyesYour heart just cries.It’s hard to breath,The wind is cold,Pain does not…
Life’s silent Paradise
To make it comeTrue,Just me and you.
If I could,
The solitudes of my Soul.Would you listen?Would you comfort me?Poetry,So I know, I’m not alone.
As the quite moss does gather,
Where all hopes have gone astray,The black clouds of pessimism,Inundate the quite prism,Of a World that’s made of ‘isms’,And won’t really ever change.
Today,
Not in style, not anymore,Belligerent forces, close the door,Mediocrity, not excellence,Is valued, More.With all the computers,And all the smart phones,One can say that most users,Are nothing but drones.