To our colorless lives,
Filled with so many,
Unimportant things.
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I’m tired,
In my life now,A life that’s empty,So I write,But not even that,Seems to tempt me.It’s hard to fight depression,Our lives are like a battle field,Under constant aggression,With no answers to be found,To our questions or obsessions.
Life is Tragedy
Knew this well!Life, givenWith so much pain,Lived, with so muchTragedy,Then,Suddenly, takenAway,Forever!And weHelplessly,Like statuesHave nothing to say!
If poets ruled the World,
Nothing,Would get doneBut at least liesAnd deep corruption,Would not fly,Too busy writing poemsTo send people to die,Or chop upEach other’s hide,With intriguesConvoluted by, very foulAnd criminally inducedPolitical rot and actions!
Fooling, fools
Most of humanityI’m sorry to sayIs made up of fools,We are seeing that todayIn the ‘great’ US of A,Manipulated and convincedBy political Pied Pipers,Playing social utopicMelodies,And racial SpidersKnitting plotsOf destructive mobMobilizers,Like mice,The Fools, they followTo their demise,Even if the OceanSeems very far away…
Where lies the Truth?
That no longer exists?Seems everthing is ‘fixed’By one gang or another,As False News stalks,Targets, the heads of one, anotherTruth is scattered,In festivities of drug abuseAnd empty volcano cratersIn fields that don’t exist,As nothing, true or falseSeems to even matter.
I feel
From some placeBut cannot place,The Place,All I knowYou are familiar to meWith no face,Anonymously, known.Who are you?Tell me, please!Someone,From some otherLife,That, once, perhaps I knew?Or saw?All I know,I love your verseFor you’re a poet too,And maybe somedayWe can meet,Someplace,A Place,We once, together knew.