Why?
Did I not tell you
How much I loved you
That very night?
Instead I lost you,
And nothing after
Was Ever right!
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Do you know down deep inside you?
You’re the deepest, living feeling,That has ever lived in me,All my feelings, All together,Now belong in your caress,Tell me that you feel the same way,So my life, it can then be blessed.
Feelings on a page,
Others, rage,But when sincere,You have the best of Poetry,That sheds a tear,Or two or three,Being what it has to be,A felt forever, memory.
We speak, we write
But do We communicate?Truth never in sightSpeeches just for plightLies for Fools’ Delight,Advertisements, that cause frightPromises that never take flight.People open their mouthOnly to scream or fight,For might?What kind of CommunicationIs this? ?Fools in plight must delightIn this chaotic, might!Or are we just Crazy Crickets,Singing, sinning in the night!Sinking lower and lower,As Hope in Humanism,Moral…
I may be gone
Will stay,Because it’s madeOf the EternityYour LoveGave meThat Day.
Nothing like Poetry,
Whether it’s made up,Hurting or real.
Invisible links,
They can communicate,With one anotherWhat embers burnWhat corners turnTo know one another?The Journey’s longAnd often wrong,Thousands of years,Conquering fears,Yet, we can’t understandOr hear each otherAnd then we turnTo cold machinesIntricate schemes,None flowing streamsThat will possesWhat little’s leftOf human chatter.Silent night,Sleep tightIf you still can…..
And then the layers start to peel,
And then some things just lose appeal,
And then you wonder, how to steal
Some kind of logic
From Life’s Wheel,
That turns and turns
In the same place,
As ruts run deep,
And out of grace.
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I suppose that spark is missing,
Maybe, I never had it,So, I had to let you go,But love once it has happened,If yours or even not,Leaves its lasting imprint,In your ever loving heart.
One, two, three
Four, five, sixNo flowery mixSeven, eight, nineAnd ten,Out of luck,The World will endBut, none knowsWhen!One to one hundred,Multiples of ten,The Ten CommandmentsWisest Number 10,Follow them,Life becomes,Shining gem.Horrible in Math?Maybe this willOpen,One tenthOf a path.
So many Mysteries,
From time to time,There is a spark,That lets us see some light,But more than once,Our quivering minds,Just transit in the dark,And once again, in search of Light,Our journey has to start.
We are complicated Imps,
Hairless, Chimps,But we all, fight like they do,More sophisticated, too.We’re a mystery on the whole,Having practiced many roles,We don’t even know ourselves,Are surprised by the reactions,Of our inner secret-selves.I would really like to know,Who produced this tragic-show,We are really quite a mess,More we live, more we’re depressed.
Today,
Most relationships don’t last,Selfishness, interest moves most heartsLifelong friendships are a thing of the past.
The great,
Not even PoetryHelps,In finalAnd definitiveSeparation.