In fact you already have,
But you’ll never know it,
It doesn’t matter,
Maybe,
There are other lives to live,
Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
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Do not pretend
What you areNot!Sooner or laterThose with crocodileTears, Teeth and Smears,Are discovered,Plotting in theirRot,Believe it or not!
We poets live in distant Worlds,
A word, a rhyme can be sublime,And open grand new portals.
Life is just, pretend.
In ‘Make Believe’That can’t contendWith shattered dreamsAs harsh reality,InterceptsThe empty avenueOf dreams.It seems,That, nothingThat we really wantWill then take placeOr just by chance,Even arrive,For Life’s hard driveCannot bring backNaïve illusionsThat in realityNever even playedA relevant part,In Life’s,Unstable stage.
Never cut the airy wings,
They can really, highly fly,Encompassing so many things,That can lead to our salvation.
We are so alone,
With so much scare.So alone!In this tearful valleyOf Stone,Who will hear our human groan?Our Prayer?Or wipe our tears,Or who will even care?For covered with the ivy of despairIs Future’s dome.
True Poetry,
It’s lightening that you cannot fight,A might that you cannot impeach,So powerful, so human right!It goes beyond all other speech,Defying darkness, blessing light.