Think of me sometime,
Think of our time together
When hand in hand we would climb.
To the highest mountain,
Just to write a single rhyme,
And look into each others eyes,
As if the whole Universe were there,
And the World was ours, gentle and fair,
Think of me then, remember me when,
We were happy, together.
Can stand almost anything,Except, if it’s fake.
Fly in, fly outDiscovery,Always Doubt,A lifetime of StudiesAnd still, no routeWe know NothingReally!Of what Life,Is all about.
Back and forth,Life’s turning wheel,Things that hurt and things that sting,Propaganda’s evil wing,Where is Truth, where can we find?Something pure that heals the mind,Love is truth and truth is free,Therefore I chose liberty,Let my thoughts be open wide,So that farther I can see,A world whose wheels when they turn,Reach for love and purity.
Poets defy,With their rhythmic cry,Thru all our times,The odds.And if words make it,Out of their pen,What joy is felt,Forever, then!
Time,That will not last.
Sadness goes byAs stars that have died,And nothing reallyChanges,But it does get worse,This kind of cryTo no one,EverDid any good,Or satisfy.But the days go byCenturies and millennia too,Injustices and tears accumulate,Nothing we’re told is trueAs satanical powers irrigateThe barren land of the poor,Saying they are a ‘liberal’ tourThat wants to extinguish,Tyrannical power,When none of it…
