And untrustworthy animals,
We get along better with our beloved dogs
Than we ever will, with each other,
Pretty sad, isn’t it, brother?
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Maybe Poetry
Just one more wayTo hide,To run awayFrom crude,Rude, disgustingReality.We destroy,KillAll positivityAs well asHope,As violence alwaysSeems to take overAs wars and endlessRevolutionsWith no solutionsSeem to makeThings even worse,As all positivityIs murdered,By violent barbarism.I see nothing positiveAhead!God help us,If the forcesOf destructionLift up,Inevitably,Medusa’s evilAnd revolutionarySpearhead!
Give me your heart,
Molten metals find,A way to make Us whole.Molten metals blend,Molten metals bond,With Love and then they’re set,For life, Eternally,As I belong to you,And you belong to me.
Time zones, three,
Conjugate, Me or Us,If you’ve lost your loves,You live in the Past,If your young,And have not loved,You live in the Present,And the Future?None of the above,That uncertain nebulous,Of when the World,Was not yet formed,And there was no love,Is what the FutureIs made of.Where hope,May still exist.< br>is
Please,
Kindness has no price,It can’t be bought or soldEven obliged.It’s done,Without us thinkingTwice,An act so fullOf natural tide,All moving oceans,It does compromise.
Even today,
Steals us awayAnd even thoughWe don’t worshipAny of those godsAnymore, they still,Remain alive, interveneIn the creative spirit,From far away,As blessed, beautifulMysterious giftsInspiring the arts,Especially,Poetry and poetsIncredibly close toThe Greece, where allArt was born,To where our heartsBelong,Even today!
The Mysteries of the Mind,
What? Cubism?Paths that wind and intertwine,Going where?To doubts and scares,Reaching for the Stars,But downward stares,Lost in Paradise,And nobody, cares.The Mysteries of the Mind,Sometimes,They keep us out of touche,Even with ourselves,And yet, it is Mystery, as suchThat makes us feel so much,And pushes us to care.