On the pavements
Of international streets
Outside the big banks
Sits the beggar. Pecuniary problems
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In my solitary walks yester night
I saw pretty twinkling stars
And thought of the one who has my heart
Stolen through her bedroom eyes
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My lines lie there, impotent
Meaningless monologue to disinterested listeners
The wise fools piously defy the gospel of the poet
People prefer priests and politicians
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TIME ALONE KNOWS
Time alone knows
When we beyond words
And these facelessness
...
I hear their cry
Dejected and lonely they are
Wanting company; our company
They are not there anymore
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I have been chasing
A shadow
Something temporarily existing
Tiring the marrow
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They said the one on the tree
Died for all to be free
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when today turns into past
and my poetic hairs turn black
and my pen refuses to last
and my creative bones crack;
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Thoughts flood my mind
Questions turn things downside up
The rains of uncertainty
Join to form turbulent rivers
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