
Walk along with me for the rest of life,
staying on with me whatever my strive.
Never cut my faith as a steeled knife,
but clasp my affections, all that I give.

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Walk along with me for the rest of life,
staying on with me whatever my strive.
Never cut my faith as a steeled knife,
but clasp my affections, all that I give.

There is just what is
and that is what it is.
Such as meant to be,
such as it will ever be.

If there are no good or evil,
just choices and the devil?
Then it’s really quite simple,
because the devil is people.

We had scared away a good past,
not questioning leaders in the past.
Now we’re terrorized in the present
not to challenge leaders, only to vent.

Please forgive if you can
or move away if you cannot.
Then also forget all if you can,
cause the freest always forgot.

Please forgive if you can
or move away if you cannot.
Then also forget all if you can,
cause the freest always forgot.

Please forgive if you can
or move away if you cannot.
Then also forget all if you can,
cause the freest always forgot.

Please forgive if you can
or move away if you cannot.
Then also forget all if you can,
cause the freest always forgot.

Lots of things are not born,
they would simply become.
They will strive on their own,
to make success their home.

He’s fortunate he who has friends
and blessed if he has good friends.
All friends are chosen or accepted,
either that once or daily committed.

The world continues as it is,
until it doesn’t know what it is.
Its oldest worries would abound
and fewer joys will make it round.

Same leaders that kill people
also will strive to save people.
Same people that destroy you
are same people that built you.

Chains are symbols of pain
and surely that much is plain.
As instruments of oppression,
chains give a lasting impression.

People usually liken snakes
with every similarly it takes.
They’ll desire cosy warmth,
bite to feed with a thought.

Hope is an indulgence
one full of negligence.
Love is not emotional,
it is more conditional.

One way or another it all ends.
All the straight reaches bends.
All that gathered would scatter
and nothing again does matter.

We don’t see beyond choices,
even after well timed notices.
We see those consequences,
that will reveal life sentences.

Far away in the ends of seas,
another land there to be seen.
With people following dreams
and also worries as all beings.

Change is always hard
but it is always at hand.
It comes not as it is able,
only cause it is inevitable.

Every day on earth passes by,
yet returns again and goes by.
Like a thought that lingers still,
everyday spends an unpaid bill.

Wonder if stars were people
and it was always that simple.
People living as brightly as light
get extinguished after their fight.

We grew up free to air,
with more joy than fear.
Jumping playing singers,
not just as clicking fingers.

Life being of good cheer
sweetens words we hear.
Always choose to be happy,
forever show and tell our story.

There would come a time
when the sadness screams,
worry will cover all that’s fine
and old past joys liken dreams.

I imagine death as lonely
and without words solely.
All time has ended finally
and sense quieted mainly.

Life is not a burden on its own.
Living is the worry we’ve sown.
Life carries as land we walk on.
Living, a load chosen as borne.

There is no peace for hate
and hate finds out too late.
Hatred is sadly ill-informed
because loving is ill-formed.

Our’s a country of fallen souls,
lost to despair and many fouls.
This is a land living its penance
because it must pay a full price
for things it allowed to chance.


All men are quite poor,
again every man is rich.
With nothing they will go,
after plenty they do reach.

Indeed all chivalry is dead,
died with liberty they said.
Soon as a lady had her say,
men only did as they may.

When the hay is ripe,
the harvester will reap.
Man is fruits to the earth
and death ends his growth.

Life pulls in one direction,
living pushes with its action.
But one sure thing maintains
and one certain ending remains.

Experience is the ultimate teacher,
taking as much as it had also given.
It builds character in every manner
and regrets much as it has forgiven.

Don’t you just miss the old thieves,
shy, scared, hooded on their knees.
Not so today’s open brazen thievery,
legal intellectual stealing off misery.

So love is just another feeling
and much another mind thing.
With care and respect it shares,
it either evolves or it disappears.
Have a lovely St. Valentine’s Day y’all ♥️♥️

And yet again life goes on,
like we are told once upon.
We came, again we’re gone.
So life must be lived beyond.
In those good memories,
we should tell lived stories.
Our pleasure of lives shared,
ought to go on beyond as lived.
You live on in our memories
RIP

Experience is the essence of life.
Just feeling and knowing this life,
gives most people enough courage
and enough wisdom at every stage.

Death must be so beautiful,
it’s the dying that’s frightful.
To lie in the soft brown earth
like a twig that hasn’t a faith.
Nothing more to say or prove
and the grasses waving above.
One’s head listens to silence,
in unending endless patience.
No yesterdays, nor tomorrow.
Gone is all life and it’s sorrow.
Forgotten life, forgiven time.
To be at peace, in darken fine.

Yesterday is over,
morrow are older.
Everyday is wiser,
life that old miser,
the giver and taker.

Evil can’t be dealt with in half measures.
A little good holds enormous treasures.
Being at peace is the soil all life needs.
Cruelty poisons everything life breeds

Every single morning is new,
in its own special way it grew,
from the embers of yesterday,
into the burning flame of today.

There is always hope
but stays only as much.
People would pull a rope
only if it promises as much.

When time again comes around
we forget what we had then found.
We yet again repeat same pieces all
and hope this time our short gets tall.

There is always doubt.
It hangs within a shout.
Second guessing always,
to delay you it finds ways.

Just maybe we worry too much,
about everything, this and such.
Then we get some and never all.
Finally ending with nothing at all.

Time always has an edge
and it’s true at every stage.
Whether in the past or now,
time is triumphant any how.

Time always has an edge
and it’s true at every stage.
Whether in the past or now,
time is triumphant any how.

As you get older
you’d care lesser
about all the talk
more for the walk

If to be a good hero
means getting zero,
the honoured villain
is a celebrated alien.

The world is what it is
and always be like this.
Time will pass the same
and people behave insane.

Slavery of old had physical pains,
now it’s quite renewed with gains.
Old struggles which broke chains,
enslaved in psychological panes.