“Take care of the misuse of money …
Money can buy many things … but he can not bring you true happiness, peace and wisdom “
Money can be a trap!!!
What?
What are they imagining?
Or are hiding waiting for someone?
Is it a sweet child’s play?
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Poets do not die …
Sublime verses escape the souls of poets
Traveling to the bottom of the heavens like balloons …
Suspended ceiling are glowing poetry Restless
Reflecting eyes in dewy meadows of emotions
In curvature of time , stars are harvested
Orchard imagination displayed in shop windows …
Pulsating veins the poison distilled secretly
Addiction fierce faith , labeled people dizzy
Open up pairs of ditches in the legends of destiny
Thousand leagues writing , scribbling words sound …
They are like little disheveled days nights
Filling us with dreams awakened in the morning
Golden memories in the parapets joys
Dilute as watercolors , the orbits of the moons …
Between North and South reach your fantasies
From west to east wings fly with simple nude
Roam free in the wrong tendencies River
And strike the hearts paced wildly …
With daggers bury small cold sores
Fanciful dreams… lost loves of the past
Are molded like clay in poems glow
And moor their boats on the tails of whales …
End up floating through solitudes Love
They get carried away by the currents of the tides
Walk to the sound of birds waking
And shake trees to fall nests pleasure …
Write in the light of the stars at the ends of the cliffs
Stepping scorpions in the deserts of crazy
The drops of nostalgia hit with hands on glass
The lighted windows of the thoughts …
Begging take shelter within the walls of grace
They nest in arrows stripped of feelings
That dump the oceans and forests sweep
And that turns off the sun without the moon rises with its moonlight …
Because poets do not die ! Live in certain phrases
And just fall asleep in your thinking …
The Last of the Romantics
The last of the romantics,
Last of a dying breed.
A rose held in a tight grip-
A present for the thought
Of the one he loves.
The last of the romantics.
A red rose encased in barbed wire.
The last of the romantics,
One among a dying breed.
The last of the romantics-
Proud to be individual,
Hates feeling so alone.
The last of the romantics-
Dancing in the rain.
The last of the romantics-
Kissing under moonlight.
The last of the romantics-
Raging against the light,
Fighting against been torn down.
As long as romance exists there is hope,
And the last of the romantics will remain so.
Charlie F. Kane
Freedom
Freedom to give
Freedom to live
Freedom to question why
Freedom to walk
Freedom to talk
Freedom to live or to die
Freedom to sing
Freedom to swing
Freedom to just walk on by
Freedom to speak
Freedom to seek
Freedom to laugh or to cry
Freedom to work
Freedom to shirk
Freedom to spend or to buy
Freedom to please
Freedom to tease
Freedom to smile or to sigh
Freedom to be
Freedom to see
Freedom to aspire so high
Freedom to touch
Freedom to clutch
Freedom to grant or deny
Freedom that’s mine
Freedom divine
Freedom no money can buy
By Royston Allen
Desire for Peace
Silent Dawn,
Discrete Happiness
Certain feelings,
merry Heart
Ignoring loneliness.
Alma safe,
Perfect garden,
Works of Life
Hope for tomorrow
Peace to the world
Wishes of happiness
For those who feel pain …
Happiness is sometimes a gift,
But sometimes it is an achievement.
Wishes that happiness spreads
And delivered to tears
The real reason to smile.
Hear loneliness,
While she calls you screaming
Happiness whispers to your heart
True desires;
Wishes to see the world
Illuminated of happiness …
True Beauty
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can’t be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can’t be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can’t be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
(Pin – Up) My Eternal Passion!
The pinnacle of success was in the 40s, however, that the pin-up girls (or “hanging girls”) lived. At a time when showing the legs was subversive attitude and be photographed nude, indecent assault, pencil and ink gave way to these women, affectionately called “secret weapons” by American soldiers – World War II, they served as a relief to guards who risked their lives on the battlefields. Betty Grable was one of the most popular early “pin-ups”. Her poster was ubiquitous in the lockers of these soldiers
The concept of pin-up girls was quite clear: they were sexy and innocent at the same time. The real pin-up could never be vulgar or offered only inviting. Assured by the sophisticated features coming from art-nouveau, they wore clothes that subtly to the left shows sumptuous legs and defined waists. It was enough to feed the fantasy of the big guys. Illustrations of paper, pin-ups logo to life by being embodied by actresses such as Betty Grable and Marilyn Monroe, or photographed by voluptuous models like Bettie Page, also called the “queen of curves”.
Gothic Style
SWEET GOTHIC GIRLS
“I like the slower poisons, the most bitter drinks, the most powerful drugs, the most insane ideas, more complex thoughts, feelings stronger … I have a voracious appetite and the wildest delusions.
You can even push me off a cliff I’ll say:
– So what? I love flying!
Do not give me certain formulas, why I do not expect always hit. Do not show me what to expect from me, why should I follow my heart. Do not make me be who I am not. Do not invite me to be equal, why am honestly different. I do not know love by half. I can not live a lie. I can not fly the feet. I’m always myself, but it sure will not be the same forever. “
