Can’t it come another day?
I would love to kill all time,
But no matter what I do
I can’t get my message thru
So I’ve come to know the truth,
Time is really killing us,
Whether wanting it or not,
We’re all riding on Time’s bus.
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It All boils down to this,
Personal interest,Wouldn’t you know,Nobody does anything for‘The Common Good’We’ll be much happier,Once this is understood,And we are able to face,This Universal Truth.
I have come to the conclusion,
About all that we’re about,What is good and what is bad?What is true and what is sad?What is man, forever mad?Nothing known, and nothing fixed,Makes the World a ‘dangerous mix’
Tonight,
A poem that’s all white,No colors,Just plain White,The purity of flight,The purity of sight,The purity of height,Eternal Snows,Mountain white.White peace,White light,White Dove,Olive branch,Of Love.Upon a crystal lake,A Swan starts to awake,It’s whiteness gently glides,Like tears from saddened eyes,A foggy, white wind blows,The Swan, white beauty flows.You are my dream in White,Symphonic, great delight,My Life that…
Limpid pools of Moonlight gather,
In the quiet moonlit hours,Dreams of love are traveling best.I will love you being lonely,With a love I can’t forget,You will always be beside me,As the Moon our love protects.In the darkness I will find you,For I know you exist somewhere,Then the moonlight will astound you,And be glorious everywhere.
Don’t expect Miracles,
Human ‘Vehicles’Aren’t much fun,Double forked tongueThat when put to use,Can conquer the UniverseBut can’t tell the Truth.
Changing gears,
Slaves of the Media,We now All are,One of a kindWe travel with Expedia,To a Manipulated star.