Maybe a muffled cry,
Maybe in some forgotten land,
Where Roses go to die,
Where home is not you’re home,
You’re soul is not your own,
You’re staring at the livid sand,
Knowing you’re all alone.
One love I had,
That made me glad,
But had a heart of stone,
You cannot love an aching dream,
Someone you’ve never known.
We like it,Or not,Certain Souls,They come together,And their Love is not,Whatever,It becomes a solid knot,It becomes your Life’s,Endeavor,That cannot be torn apart,That can Never be forgotten,And was there right from the start.
It has an air of hope,That sweetly fills the airThat takes away the scareOf being all alone,It is that sweet ‘Somewhere’Where maybe someone cares,And ‘Somehow’, when and whereYou will have found your home.
Respect others,Nature’s creaturesAnd creations,Read poetry,Enjoy the ArtsNo better treasures,Without restriction.
No more, From Shore to Shore,Just Shame will come you’re way,This is the saddest day,A Country great you were,Corruption, ate your Soul,And threw your Heart away.
Beauty is now in retreat,Seems sex ghoulsHave taken over,All the romantic-sweetnessOf Love,It’s overOver and out.Oh how I miss,Those white cliffsOf Dover,And the salty whiteFoam of the SeaThat never againWhite pure will be,As even tears will loseTheir meaning and transparency!As Purity of White is murdered,Taken away forever from humanity.
After so much,Read and writtenYou never ceaseTo Amaze me,I still stand in aweIn front of youStill feel,Like by lighteningSmitten,And so, insignificant.Oh, goddessOf emotions and feelingsLuminously, sublime,Eternally generousForever divine.
