So much that we love,
All consumed by Time,
But a Flowing Rhyme,
You cannot touch,
For true Poetry,
Has no Master
Has no Time.
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Tell me,
The Poet’s privilegeTo constructCastles out of cloudsAnd Love,That can be recitedOut loud?Amazing Poetry,Loving, endlessly…
The Sky above will die,
When it finds out.That this Love,Is more than Love can Be!That is what you mean to me,A Love greater,Than All Eternity!
If we were only LOVE,
I know I’m speaking of,Fantastic Fantasy,But that is why our souls,Can still dream endlessly,And that is why today,We still write Poetry.
In the long, mysterious History,
Thoughts and questions of our Drama,Keep on pounding, haunting me.Who, what are we on this planet?Not explained by History,Are we really the creation,Of Something we cannot see?We create, destroy and murder,Lie, control politically,We are always pushing further,Where all innocence should be.We are creatures born of darkness,And a human mystery,Love sometimes will light that darknessBe Our…
Trying to keep calm,
Trying to figureThings out!That never getFigured out.I’m tired of notHaving answers,Not able to seeClearlyWith glasses,Nor without.As a childI loved long storiesBut, I’m really,Tired, nowSo pleaseNo more stories!There are too manySerious, things,Going around,To dependOn other’s LiesThat will notKeep us aliveBut au contraire,Keep us, all down.What I reallyNeed in my lifeIs some peaceAnd quiet,Calm,And to make itReally,…
If we can ever figure out,
We’ll have our universe in handReady to pick.