“ Ser’iousness Is, but Silliness Shall Be!”
Cream does not rise to the top No, it does not…
I am an expert sorrow in Most records may not e’en begin In depth, degree nor yet amount Hope for a fraction to account…
Can we keep what has been won? Can we hold it whole and well, This dear endeavor rebegun? Only time will tell.
Drawing down a paper towel I see…
No matter how we point and fuss The problem here is all of us
The poetry for me is a way to express the feelings when common word can’t inspiring in the Romanticism Movement
… You win a same-old, same-old Meh-constricted day Every day forever: Poetry, you sent away
Because, you see, I am afraid If there is no attention paid To my instigations here I very well might disappear…
What may be said about the ancient dance In spiral done amidst the runed stone?…
Life is nothing but to attain Peace..but we keep on running after artificial luxuries..
… And how it changed one life And that life then changed many more — How can you have respect for me When you’ve known none of these before?
made you feel street cool to be honored by his casual chuckle…
If one friend sees, if one friend, only, knows — If but one stalwart brother understand…
As a child before going to sleep, your mother or father or anyone sings you to sleep. But as an adult, you want to try to let go of the bad moment or entirely day and all you hope for is a good night’s rest without remembering a thing and not letting it carry over to the next day. #updivine #updivinevibes
