Thinking and feeling is dangerous,

It all dependsWho, is doingThe cookingAnd what ingredientsWere put intoLife’s melting pot.Few,Cook the right thingSome like it mildSome like it hotAnd others don’t evenKnowWhat ingredients toPut in their pot.Life is full of bad recipesPlease, be prudentAnd try to chose a good one.

Loneliness is like a haunting echothat reverberates and gives,A feeling of such restlessness,that chokes, does not forgive,The emptiness that is at stake,The Past you can’t relive.Awakening to emptiness,The days have lost their Time,As sadness reigns all powerful,And life has lost all reason,And all rhyme.

We complain,They should be better,If things are going badly,We complain,Everything we do,Seems so in vain,We may think we know,How to control our Destiny,Not realizing that we control NOT,The rapid pace of Life nor History.

The oven is cool, compared to you,You’ve got no positive heat,Any day of the week,Even on Sunday.

It can be bettered,But is always fettered,To the artist’s inner soul.

A terrible traiteOf envy and hate,Ugly and deeplyDangerous,Leaving scars,Without, exodus.