From a distant litany
A persistent, song of songs
Of impossibilities!
Is like having died
A hundred times over,
Each day becomes
A hideous burden,
Difficult, to get over
Solitude, unwanted chambers
Of isolated sadness,
Repeated over and over again
Where nothing makes any sense,
Because all is gone, anyway
As the evening sun slowly sinks
Into a sea of desperation,
Black waters, asphyxiation
Where all dream have become
Undone,
And Sanity is on the run.
Terrifying capacity,Far beyond sharpened flint stone knivesIn order to put out lives,We have never ceased killing the innocent,The weak, our own people, as Heaven criesMost of the time, we speak only Lies!And we call ourselves, Civilized?
You feel lost,Instead of grass,Walking sadly, amongst the weeds.
A word, a rhyme can be sublime,And open grand new portals.
Not in style, not anymore,Belligerent forces, close the door,Mediocrity, not excellence,Is valued, More.With all the computers,And all the smart phones,One can say that most users,Are nothing but drones.
They linger on,Outdo the rest.Never tedious,Never falseAlways yours.So never lost.Of all feelingsLove’s the best,We can’t resistThat inner poem’sIrresistible, caress.
Lies are their story,Their staircase to glory,Wish we could cut off,All of those noses,Be governed humanly,Without lies, false poses,Just follow Commandments,Given by Moses.
