‘It’s all your fault and never mine,
If I don’t work and have a dime’
And so the Centuries go by,
The best known stick is to be sly,
The more we live, dehumanized
The more the faith in all mankind,
Just seems to dwindle, fade and die.
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Words come from Silence,
Life’s not always,What we want it to be,What is given,Is often taken away,Violently,One or two tears remain,Will stay, be with you always,Forever sadness,Not just for a day,Is there anything else,For me to say?
There is no Heaven on Earth,
So much more, can still be done,BUT,If this Country becomes,Like so many tyrannical nests,We will become Hell,Like All the rest!
So many things we imagine,
If though of,Compassionately, with love,We never tire of.
Is there any Beauty
Or only sordid Winds,Making us sad,Waltzing illusions,Way back in the past,In today’s neutrality,Beauty comes in last,And Romantic sentiments,A thing of the past.Good times, bad timesNot much we can do,Positive changesDon’t seem to come thruOnce the die is cast,Difficult to change,Its toxic brew.
Is it mind or is it heart
Or is it both feeling at once?Our understanding finds appeal,In what mysteriously we feel,And think that enters thru the heart,Not that it matters,Which comes firstNor if they both are touched at once,The most important thing’s the burstOf deep emotional, wave shock,The Thunderbolt that will unlock,That light that’s waiting in the dark.
Of lying tongue,
Paradise Lost,The people feed.The more I live,The more I knowMan is to man,Less friend, more foeAnd as I walk thru meadows sweetI try to avoid, the Weeds I meet.