And hit the trail
Of desperation and defeat?
While there is still,
Art, Poetry and Love,
Sensitive Souls,
Will still be able to stand
On their own two badly beaten,
Romantic feet.
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No matter what
When you do goodYou are persecuted,When you do evilYou are followed.That is how it isTodayIn this dividedU.S.A.,The only true DemocracyWaiting to be destroyed,For it is a pity that EvilAnd the Party of Evil,Are doing so much harmAnd have so many destructiveLies to say,Care nothing about,The Country, nor its peopleTheir Corruption and CrimeAre certainly escalatingA treasonous…
Today,
Where are the smiles,The kindly ‘whiles’The musical comedy tiesWe used to know?Today,Innocence diesAnd there’s no place to go.Today,All sex. false media,Political perfidia,Seem to dominate the scene,Life has become a lying-bitter,Lack of hopeful color greenVery short of the obscene.
Explain this everlasting, longing to me,
The tears that come without my askingThe grinding and persistent strain,The emptiness that totally remains,The force that cruelly took you from me,But never asked,Why I keep crying in the rain.
Tortured by the Past,
Time passes so fast,It’s then that we realize,That every day we’ve had,Was a precious present…
Love,
I’m surprised,It stillExists,Our TimesSo unaesthetic,HermeticAnd pathetic,Our veryHumanitySeems,To beAt risk!
When true love appears,
Most unforgettableMoments in life,Heavens open wide,And death disappears,You feel immortalAmong the spheres,That haunt the skies,And you don’t even,Have to ever ask,Why?