We loved each other,

When torn apart, we were,And now my days flow into night,Love’s light is never there.Outside, the daily movements,Of life seem to take place,Inside my lonely mountain,I cannot find my place.Life roars past like a lion,At such a hurried pace,You turn around,And all is gone,In such a senseless race.Neurosis is an ailment,Of body and of soul,It…

You’re all I’ve got,My treasure and my life,A bit of light,In lonely night,You make me still,Feel I’m alive,For me, somehow,More than enough.

Of false gloryWhere fantasyAnd stories,Are king!But does it reallyMatter?If imaginationAnd emotion make usHappy,Who are weTo question,The reason and whereforeOf Everything!

Hate is hate,Maybe not innate,But there’s much too much,Taught, taken advantage of,Love is love,In so many different waysLucky those,Whose lives it sways.

And dissipate worries,All that with a rhyme.

Language is,If we didn’t speakWe could not LieAnd None would die.

That aren’t there,It’s really terrible,When you want to shareYour thoughts, pains and feelingsBut there’s Nobody there.

A cloudless day,A starry night,We are content,With Love’s delight,A kiss for you,A kiss for me,And a Romantic Fantasy.

Then kindness is sometimes found,In a smile, extended hand.We need to show more feeling,Love Unbound.

A man. a woman, a flea or a dog,Does it really matter who is the next Rogue?

Take care of themBe smart,Do not mistreat,Take them apart,Not too many,If any.

Take everything you’ve got,Said the weasel to the hungry rat,Just wanted to remind you,In case you forgot!

On a Merry-go-round,It’s difficult not to get dizzy,Or have your head not pound.Clarity, Answers, Safety,Searched, but never really found,The process is slow, we’re lazy,If we make it,How many more centuries, ?To be going, round and round.

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…

Yet flawed,Life moves in certain paths,Time aides in the MathWhen nothing found,Nothing done, nothing hadWhat a waste of life’sShort time,Can you reimburse that?Sorry, no refillsTake advantage of opportunitiesIf they come,There are no second chances,Make the good ones last.

The ever, salty widespread breeze,That white cloud sails, profit with ease.The memory of a life gone by,The waves that seem to say goodbye,My ship has sailed,Will not return,The lonely vastness of the SeaSeems now to cry, softly with me.

In Life’s Lonely Lane

Not all in Life is dutyHearts should often be,The better judge.

A waste of Time,Probably,Won’t bring in a dime,BUT!The immense satisfactionThat some poems give,Is worth so much!That moment of ecstasy,That with a certain poemYou, may live,Has an unforgettable,Magic touch!

Living word there is!If not felt,Of Life,A certain miss.

They can write deep inner feelings,With such love and understanding

Is so weird, so strangeNo two of us totally alikeYet, wanting to guess and reachThe Other’s human rangeYet, never fully understandingOr being able to communicateEnough, to fully get alongOn Life’s mysterious stage,We are even enigmas,To ourselves.

Love!The deepest throbThat hearts can feelAs mortals kneelBefore your alterLife begets,This tender,Everlasting, feelingOf sweet surrender,That only Loving heartsCan ever have,On learningLife’s secret meaning.

That happinessWill know, no more?A heart that beatsBut asks,Please, tell meWhat for?Where to go,For I am tiredDreams, expired,Constant fallAs if there wereSome kind ofCurse,Behind it all.