What can that produce?
A World that works out better?
Or just a pleasant poem,
Which assembles and resembles,
Just a temporary truce.
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She lived for Love,
That’s all that could be said,Her love was such,She loved too much,And never looked ahead,For Love was all of Life to her,Without it, all hope lostBut Love was never kind to her,For all she loved, she lost.Why is it that so many timesWe lose those, we love most?
When the Moon is Green,
I’ll still remember you.When all is said,And life has bled,I’ll still remember you.No life is full,There is no rule,That tells us who to love,So therefore, dear,Let’s make this clear,You’re still my only Love.
The Beauty of Words,
Only lies and foul language,Seem to excite, satisfy and delightThe numerous, unglamorous fools of the world.Beauty of thought,Seems all but lost,Romanticism, Idealism,Two ‘Enemies’ that are,Easily forgotten and fought,As everything that’s rotten,Takes hold,What’s left of our humanity,Remains tangled, and distraught.
So alone!
Always,Dreaming of love,Which she hadNever, ever known,A heart,So sensitiveSo sweet,And yet!Had never madeAnother,For it beat.Like a childWithout a home,Her lifeGathered,The painful remnantsOf an empty,StormLove never grown,A wasted life,That never knew,The joys of love,And so can,Irreparably,Be torn.She never knew,Why,Day by dayThat feeling grewAs skies turnedGray…And years died, tooAs nothingMoved,The earth was parched,Her lips were still,Her Body,Claimed,By…
For centuries
To live in PeaceWith one another,Complete failure!Ferociously destructiveForces,Within us, make usThe most dangerousAnd mentally unstableBeings, of the planet,Not fit to liveWith one anotherAnd always blamingOur faultsOn each other.Wake up!Grow up!Nobody is responsibleFor the pain you spreadNor the fooling of others,But yourselfIts time to knowThe difference,Between right and wrongAnd stop harming,Each another,By being, truthfulAnd strong.There is…
The Earth is kind,
Therefore we are,Sister and Brother,So don’t forgetTo Love each other!