Felix Hackberry

Felix Hackberry Jan 2021

Truth

Another star dies,
Another day is gone,
You think it wouldn't matter,
But to us it's all there is,
Now lost poets, who once loved
Gather around these stars, watch the universe,
To write this same verse

Felix Hackberry Jan 2021

Reality

Death,
is no worse
than a cable guy,
who shuts down TV
for unpaid invoices

Felix Hackberry Jan 2021

One cold winter night

That coldest winter night in mind,
She found the person of her kind,
Deceiving words by the man,
Made the woman lose her mien,
On a bus stop I saw this all,
I talked with her before the call,
Said to me, this man is obsessed of her,
I kept her company for a while,
She thanked me for reasons unknown,
And her knight came but not in white, nor in armour,
Black dressed, hanging suspenders and envy on his face,
Oh, how we silently.. laughed at the façade,
She joined him to the cold dark night,
I was left with a hope, she made her choice right

Felix Hackberry Jan 2021

A Magical River

In deep forests of the North,
A magical river streams forth,
Never too far, never quite close

It offers beautiful scents through nose,
Whispers, of eternal red Rose,
Know that these promises, comes with a terrible cost

On a never ending river, no quarantee,
you won't get lost,
Travel upstream and eventually it becomes a bad dream,
Float downstream to a place with no mean

Now, warnings aside, know the path to river and back,
And stay not too long, for the path gets covered,
by each seasons song

Now enjoy the magical river, and the fruits of paradise

Felix Hackberry Jan 2021

Forgotten streets of Paris

Blinded by beauty I was,
and now, streets of Paris sting,
remind of life's cruelty alas,
turn passionless, in a time of spring,
so I dance, with jazzy steps,
from Arc de Triomphe to Champs-Elysees,
forever young, forever Immortal,
gods favourites dance around,
all the way to Place de la Concorde, here,
they all wish to be on line,
for quillotine that turns back time,
send them back for one more rhyme,
Kings, Lovers, Poets now cry,
their melancholy is stolen, oh why, o'why!!

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