We think we have a brain,
But when used,
It resemble more a tiny grain,
That when planted does not seem,
To go too far,
Man is the only animal,
That hits himself against,
The same obstacle, more than once,
And doesn’t seem to see the stars,
If you have a chance,
Think about it,
For we are more stupid,
Than we think we are or look,
Even if we’ve written,
Millions of bestseller books.
Always,Dreaming of love,Which she hadNever, ever known,A heart,So sensitiveSo sweet,And yet!Had never madeAnother,For it beat.Like a childWithout a home,Her lifeGathered,The painful remnantsOf an empty,StormLove never grown,A wasted life,That never knew,The joys of love,And so can,Irreparably,Be torn.She never knew,Why,Day by dayThat feeling grewAs skies turnedGray…And years died, tooAs nothingMoved,The earth was parched,Her lips were still,Her Body,Claimed,By…
And invades us with its skill,It perfumes the lovely rose,That suddenly in us grows,Love sings everywhere it goes.Love is like a sudden chill,That remains and works its will,Can’t forget its ever thrill,Love that’s lost, remains Love still,Love is love and constantly,It’s the All that makes us Be.
No longer light will shine,Where there is none,I miss you, everyday,Morning begun,There’s not much more to say,Now that you’re gone,For I have loved you,More,Than I have ever lovedOr ever will love,Anyone.
But that’s what writing’s done for me,When I write, I’m totally Free, I’m me.
But Love never dies,It’s too precious.
Where no longer Talent’s heard,Praised is misery and ugly,Beauty left out of the Race,Mud and drugs smeared on her face!Sadly, sadly, sadly, sadly…..PITY!
