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it's ok May 2014
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
                                        Let me be when I stargaze
            The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
yāsha May 2014
it doesn't bother me
if i'm not taken.

i enjoy being single,
and i never wished for us
to be together,
because i know that would
never happen.

but at least we're
together in my thoughts,
and that's enough for me.
it really is enough for me
More stories of real people are told
too often the young
end their lives by taken them away
shock and dismay
without explanation or portent shown
reasons often unknown!

To friends relations work colleagues
they appear stable
no hint of the fateful impending act
outwardly coping
inside unable to express true feeling
leaving everybody reeling!

Is it life's to complex and demanding
something within
society has always created conflicts
that can overwhelm
most contain each sombre thought
support is sought.

Regrettably some cannot converse
themselves conceal
maintaining that perfect false facade
locked in their minds
not until they are found deceased
too late the soul released!

The Foureyed Poet
Often too late and unrecognised the depression of a denying soul! The Foureyed Poet.
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