You don’t like unpeeled,
Pineapple upside-down cake?
Then eat bread,
And close your mouth!
You don’t like deals,
That don’t make sense,
Open boarders for’Innocents’?
The Jailers say,
That’s just too bad,
The game is over,
You’ve been had.
At the political Casino,
‘Les Jeux sont faites’
The chips are down,
The masks have fallen,
No game is left,
In Chinatown,
That’s how it is,
When snakes do hiss,
Next time you vote,
Pray, you don’t miss.
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
No words can thus describe the beauty uttered,By Nature’s secretive and boundless, well.
And maybe, maybeEven,All of sin!
You don’t knowWhere to go,You don’t knowWhere to go,Or what to doTo keep up life’sChaotic riskAnd still keep livingToo!So tired of this,Long voyageSo spiritless, alone,Where jagged rocksAccumulateAnd solitude,Becomes,A second homeInhabiting,All passing winds,That empty spacesRoam!So tired, spinningThru the world,With empty heartAlone,Just looking forThe proper wayTo ease this vitalPain.Thru traveling windsAnd drowning rain,My pointless lifeRegain…
Why is manThe only animalThat keeps hittingHis head, againstThe same wall?Goodness, fakesAnd hardly everLearns,From his Mistakes?
Literature’s RoseThat flowersIn our darkestAnd happiest hours!The white SwanThat sees us thruThe inner tragediesThe feelings,That prose coversIn a completelyDifferent manner.
