Something owned, something lent?
Just some Magic that’s for rent?
Always searching, searching, searching,
While Life passes as hearsay,
By the time you turn around,
Everything has gone away!
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Those who think, feel and care
For they knowThat no matter where they goThey will not adapt,To the hard, rude realityOf imperfection, selfishnessAnd deception,Practiced by others,Who set up their scenario of hateWhere no loveOr consideration ever gathers.
Love is the best
Lets not assassinate it,Like everything else,We touch.
Who knows, what nobody knows,
Who perfumes the rose?A great Spanish poet wrote:‘Only Mystery makes us live,Only Mystery’,But we still are,Lovers of History,And want to know,What nobody knows,Why are we here,And what makes us go?In search of the TruthsThat we’ll never know…….
Life,
Is a long-short storyWith a bad ending,Depending, on what you doWho you meet,Who you are,Some have it better than othersBut life is out of our controlNo matter, who you areFor there are governmentsMade up of the most,Dishonest lying people,Rather, they Are crooksThat manipulate countries and lives,As if they were pieces of meatCarved up by their…
You hit a cord,
You start a poem,An Angel heardThat speaks to youMoves mind and penYou know it thenYou’re still alive,Ready to write,And live again.
Poets don’t make good economists,
Numbers are not letters,That they understand,They may do better at politics,Because they are idealists,And Freedom is their stand.