Why does the Sea,
Fascinate so?
Why are we here?
Where do we go?
Once Love is gone,
We do not know,
Lost is the World,
Lost is the Sea,
Nothing is left,
How can that be?
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The only poetic Soul I know,
The Words are uttered with such loveAll light flows in me from above.
Translate feelings into words,
Reach the Soul and there do rest,This is Poetry at it’s best!
Never found
So, kept insideTill it chocked me,But one day,Came out for air,Thin, scared and lonelyLove,Too late for prayers.Too late for tearsTo late, to even care.
How do you play
Tears are liquid pain,Not always seen,Emptiness, a phase,That’s harsh and lean,Lost in space,Hardly any light,Left to redeem.How do you play,Depression’s scene?You look at the Sea,Hoping for a dream.
There’s always time
May it be dayOr lonely night,And have a dreamOr two,Of love, concerning,YouFor in my dreamsYou come aliveAnd all desires,Thrive.
Bring out the Lions,
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!