Of nothing are we sure,
That may not be invention,
Of those that fake History,
And take advantage,
Of the few Innocents left
In this valley of imperfection,
As the light of truth gets dimmer,
And our blood line to our History,
So much thinner.
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Full of grace,Inundates, the space,Of Love’s tender,Projection.Affection,Sets a paceOf delicate embraceThat may secretly advocateLove’s coming,Inspiration,Sweet temptation.
Brute force,
Baring Satan’s double-crossHate and fire,Destruction’s desireHit the political race,Dominate the course,Encircle, the WorldNow, this Country’sTurn to join the ChorusAnd burn, DemocracyAt its roots.The messengers from HellAnd their rotten allies,Which are many,Have for 4 yearsTried to uprootThe very foundationsOf this country,That have made itGreat and unique,Able to attain,Orbital summitsGuard, world Peace,And keep most ofIt’s promiseTo those…
I miss you so!
Not only in the timeAfter we met,But throughout, my lifeYou were my finestInspiration,My light, my consolationAnd of Love, the very best.
Bring out the Lions,
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!
Don’t use your brain
Think in rosy ways,How to better, living days,Don’t use your precious brain,Just to make small, stupid talkAnalyze, think, create LinksWith History’s teaching past,With people,Make them know the factsThoughts that help and last,And in united, creative peaceWe should be able, in a better wayTo walk the faceOf this miraculous Earth,With less fear,Witnessing, perhaps an eraOf better…
I know nothing,
Where you come fromWhere you have your home,An yet, I have learnedTo love you by your wordsBy the feelings shown,I keep you in my heartWhere this love was born,Said the strangerTo a poem,Written by author,Unknown.