Turned my silent days,
From sad to glad,
That is why I loved you,
Ever so,
More than words can tell
Or humans know.
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For those that want to hurt,Guard up, against the competition,But always honestly and with conviction,That what you do should be Thumbs Up.
There once was,
That was putIn a Country to rule,He kicked it blind,But no one did mind,For all other mules,Were also but Fools.
The Compulsion to write,
It just might be,My life-giving Potion,My Lifeline to Emotion!Feeling and Feelings,Are Everything!In constant motion,Like a magic train,That pushes us, along,Into worlds, unknown,Please accept my devotion!Then, there’s Mystery,And the Why?The unanswered questions,And the Innermost Cry,The vital search for Love,Before you die.
Creativity, Imagination, Inspiration,
What beautiful, heavenly music,Now, Immortality can begin.
For a poem to reach out,
For it to communicate,It can be happy also tragic,For it to remain with you,It must have deep love in it too.
When you’re alone,
When someone dear,Is no longer near,You feel disowned,Darkness fills,The atmosphere,Life becomes painfully seared,Tears become your comfort zone.It’s hard, I know,It’s the hardest thing,We must go thru,And the pain never stops,No matter what you do.