In the solitude of Time,
In the solitude of morn,
Life inserts its painful thorn,
For existence is a myth,
Knowing not, why we exist.
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Art helps us
Sensations given,Open doors,Imagination triggers,FlightTo unknown WorldsOf pure delight.
We have so advanced medically
But the greatest mystery of all,Still remains being, Us!Our perplexing being,Neither good nor fully bad,Yet, always treacherously clad,In many shadows dressed,Always looking, thus,For someone to oppress,So, caution watch out,It’s US!
Because we met,
Right into clouds of golden thread.Because we met,The Sea accelerates its pace,With waves of passion and white lace.Because we met,The Rose of Love will Never close,For happiness is all It knows.Because we met,There is a meaning to my smileThat has not left me for a while.Because we met,There’s Love Connection, Mystery,Love’s Light that guides our…
Let’s dance together,
And fool each other,With ‘bluer’ skies,Treaties of mice don’t really matter,Like fragile glass, they crack and shatter.And All the efforts and All the tears,Are swiftly stopped by secret deals,While the Truth lies broken and badly torn,Free will and liberty are treated with scorn.EpilogueIt’s just a pity our Destiny,Wrongly cluttered by hypocrisy,Wheeling and dealing, that never…
Great Poetry,
Nobel, long tastingPalatably charmingAnd fine,Accumulating,Feeling with time,In other words,Unforgettably,Divine.
Please,
And hold me close,Very close,I can suffer,No more!The sins of thosePolluting our mindsAnd politically,Treacherously,Killing this Land!The Towers of LiesIn our CountryAre Immense,They fall upon ourVery SoulsAnd now its too lateTo even ask,Why?We are now walkingOn Burning Coals!