But we don’t,
Our petty brains,
Have not the span,
To even comprehend,
What is man?
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There are secrets that are sins,
That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.
It’s nice to do things for others,
It makes us human brothers,All differences, we burn.The best thing in life,Are feelings,Of love, compassion, return,Maybe one day in the futureAll will this lesson learn.
The essence of thought,
Made into poetry.
I find such delight
Like a loving hug,Or chocolate candy,I just hope that sometimes,I get it rightAnd can make others feel,Fine and dandy.
I need some Poetry tonight,
The deep fight of survival,Not in ways belligerent or tribal,But more so to distinguishHistory’s great arrivals,Those treasures that thru Art,Have paved the way for Civilization’sTruly great idols.I need some Poetry tonightSo that in my desperate furorI not forget that LoveIs a surer bet than Hate,So that I remember that human fate,Is in the hands of…
Yes, Certain Poems,
Many written,Many read,Can also give you,Go ahead,When thinking Past,Where Present, fled.