1959 - Hello Poetry

Only in the now can we experience life’s greatest gifts There’s nothing more to our existence And the happiness which man thrives for Relies on the eyes that see only what it wants to see Since that is the law A universal law that offers a full life to a beggar Or beggary to our wealthy leaders Christmas isn’t until in the next 77 days Boss isn’t going to give you a raise any soon Time will devour the setting sun We will be lost in the darkness Rub the eyes and let the light through The Moonlight tonight still gleams over your life.

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC

Only now.

Only in the now can we experience life’s greatest gifts There’s nothing more to our existence And the happiness which man thrives for Relies on the eyes that see only what it wants to see Since that is the law A universal law that offers a full life to a beggar Or beggary to our wealthy leaders Christmas isn’t until in the next 77 days Boss isn’t going to give you a raise any soon Time will devour the setting sun We will be lost in the darkness Rub the eyes and let the light through The Moonlight tonight still gleams over your life.

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Everyday I met my new friends I danced with them till dusk We embraced and they encased me playfully They made sure not to let me fall Eventually they had to go, it was too dark for us to play I'd come home with a painted face, literally But it was too dim at home for anyone to notice I await for the morning so we could play again

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC

My new friends

Everyday I met my new friends I danced with them till dusk We embraced and they encased me playfully They made sure not to let me fall Eventually they had to go, it was too dark for us to play I'd come home with a painted face, literally But it was too dim at home for anyone to notice I await for the morning so we could play again

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Shriek of humanity The cries of innocence Ahh yes, this song You don’t hear it? Tell me, what does she sound like? The Symphony of string and percussion The pounding of her heart like tip tap of water Nearly empty Thinning strings as she wails with the violin Angry, Yearning for an audience Harmonizing the dissonance she is struck with It’s almost beautiful Chaos that is in tune with the hearts of men A song for you A mimic of you Muffled by the mirrors we build Allowing only the slightest murmurs A mere echo of their subverted lives We can’t face the music Fearing that we’d see our blemishes Our faces crept away for centuries A false lifestyle In a carnival of plastic mirrors Everyday the world is asking New questions keep arising Many still left unanswered One day in your life, she’ll run out of breath The silence will choke you You’re loosing something You’re not yourself No longer spoon fed by her patience But you’re still filthy rich Yet something’s still missing Maybe then you’ll be curious What could be playing in that song? How can we find out?

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC

Listen

Shriek of humanity The cries of innocence Ahh yes, this song You don’t hear it? Tell me, what does she sound like? The Symphony of string and percussion The pounding of her heart like tip tap of water Nearly empty Thinning strings as she wails with the violin Angry, Yearning for an audience Harmonizing the dissonance she is struck with It’s almost beautiful Chaos that is in tune with the hearts of men A song for you A mimic of you Muffled by the mirrors we build Allowing only the slightest murmurs A mere echo of their subverted lives We can’t face the music Fearing that we’d see our blemishes Our faces crept away for centuries A false lifestyle In a carnival of plastic mirrors Everyday the world is asking New questions keep arising Many still left unanswered One day in your life, she’ll run out of breath The silence will choke you You’re loosing something You’re not yourself No longer spoon fed by her patience But you’re still filthy rich Yet something’s still missing Maybe then you’ll be curious What could be playing in that song? How can we find out?

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