Not making a sound,
But dominating,
The unhealthy,
Stale and Stagnant air.
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Are endless.That is why I spend,My time with you,My small computer,Called ‘True Blue’,I want to know,I want to read,Make my life grow,Not be a weed,Find out of Life,The very seed,Never be swayed,By human greed.
Poetry and Love,
Wish we could bottle, the stuffAnd make the World much better.
Why do we fall
For Make Believe,To Escape, our fateForget it all?Idols are made,By Make Believe,What do they feelAs their fansSometimes their livesDo maul?I thank,The marvelous,Ancient Greek GeniusFor creating,Make Believe!Theater of yesterdayCinema of today,And the wonderfulActors, DirectorsAll participantsAnd makers of filmsThat have won my heart,For they’ve saved meSo many times,From falling apart!When my lifeWas so shreddedThat I wanted notTo…
A ‘Silly Poem’ is good sometimes,
And clarifies rhymes.So here goes:I am a complete contradiction,A bit of realism but a lot of fiction,I do not live in a World I like,Nor do I want All, to be alike,I’d rather write than have a fight,Like to send many, to fly a kite,I sleep by day and live by night,But sometimes I tire…
Written glory,
Poetry,Must speak to AllAnd hug us, tightly.
Born in the USA,
Public toilets are a problem,And we are considered racists,No matter what we do or say,Is that the American Way?Does politically correct mean,Playing the insane card?Accepting everything and anything,Going backwards instead of forward?Enough is Enough!Of false liberality,All dignity charred,Extinguishing, all individualityControl, absolute controlOf your lost soul.