I want to know,
Please tell me why?
Must I confront,
This great unknown,
Today, tomorrow,
All alone?
Is there no one who can, pray, tell,
Why we do laugh and cry so well?
It’s Universal, as you know,
So laugh and cry, and just let go.
It’s all a part of Life’s weird show.
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There’s something about poetry,
Is it the way the words fallThat makes it not the same?As when I talk to the Wind,Thinking it’s a game.There’s something about poetry,That makes it like the Sea,Vast, intense, endless,And full of Mystery.There’s something about Life,I simply can’t explainWhy didn’t I meet you?While I still could feel the rain,While poetry was in my blood,And…
There isn’t a day
All the good youTaught me,Up front,With, all the good thingsYou forced me to doWhen I did not want to.Yes, I am still meBut you, Mother dear,Led me to clear pasturesAnd opened sincere skiesWhere, thanks to youI humbly became,What you wanted me to.
We fall in love so many times
And then sadly discover it’s not real,True love accepts the faultsWith all that’s good,Only then can Love flowerAs it should.
Beautiful Roses,
By your thornsThat life is sad,And to pain born,The more you loveThe more you haveTo lose,The more heartsCan be torn,And if you’ve never lovedOr been loved,You’ve never lived, at all.
Bing, bang, boom,
Pen or pencilBig commotion,A poem from the heart,Ready to zoom,It may be fair,It may be good,But most of all,Should be understood.
Trying to figure out,
Why bother?Why want to know?We’re not clocks,We’re not even fit to tell Time,Nor to fix what has to be fixed:‘Man’s Inhumanity To Man’Takes priority.