Life is a paradise,
Life can be a dare.
Life is ecstasy,
Life can be nuts, crazy & insane in a scare.
Life is like sweet ice cream,
Life can be a rhapsody.
Life is spent, for the most part, asleep.
Life is a trip the light fantasy.
Life is crystal,
Life has its seasons.
Life has temptations,
Life has it's crazy-crazy demons.
Life is an hourglass,
Life has it's phantoms.
Life is a memory,
Life, in every little way, can be ridiculously random.
Life can be thin,
Life can be a nameless advent.
Life can be a gaze,
Life can be a hell with hidden torment.
Life is all questions,
Life is simply blue.
Life can be into the fray,
Life is a disgustingly beautiful brew.
Life is grey, one night after another,
Life is full of even if's.
Life can be sometimes foreign and frightening,
Life can be days on the edge of a cliff.
Life is a load of art,
Life can be too beautiful.
Life is fire against ice,
Life can be simply deceitful.
Life can be a bladed joke,
Life is an impending death.
Life can be a distorted epic,
Life is you, when we met.
NOTE: The lines are derived from the poem titles of “Neither a Nightmare Nor A Paradise” up to “When you and I met”
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
