No matter what,
We’re always,
Looking for trouble!
The word ‘Peace’
Must be something,
Some fool
Found in the rubble.
After,
We’ve destroyed ourselves.
Then, maybe?
We’ll be able
To stay out of trouble!
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The need for love
If not,A vegetative state,Love does renewThe Life in you,The Paradise,That cannot wait.
In the age of Computers
Poetry deliberates,Has a short debate,With itselfShould It go into PoliticsOr join the CompaniesOf thousands of fake productsAnd Advertise itself,In order to be read and heardTo survive, the Present,So full of unquestionable,Mistakes.
You can’t teach someone,
Become an artistOr love a rhyme,So strangeHow these are giftsYou’re born with,Regardless of who you are,Where you’re fromOr passing time.That is real democracyTo be you,And what you want to be,Individuality!For every human beingA great necessityWithout freedomWe are nothingSo if you know itGuard it,To the utmostOf your possibilities.Freedom is every person’sResponsibility.
Life is a series of phases
When young, time racesWhen old, you won’t let goOf memories, of places,Of loved ones,That you loved soRemembering,Melancholically,So very long ago.
Poetry is like a prayer,
It can be a guiding light,In the darkness of your night.Poetry is like a Rose,Open petals do compose,Musical, poetic thought,New Worlds, creativity,All the secrets of the Sea.Poetry is at its best,When Love makes a loving nest,To respect all living things,And embrace the joy Love brings.
Look around and tremble,
And it’s only the beginning,The worst is yet to come,As more than Evil political forces,Act as tyrannical bosses,Promoting under our noses,The fatal Kingdom of the Dumb.