Poems to tell the poor faithed.

Ruben

A fresh breath of morning dew,
Keeps me wondering, if I were you
I'll rain on any parade of misery,
And ride on the waves of mystery,
Like a fool with wisdom as a tool.

A needle in a field of hay strands,
A fiddle in groups of gay bands
Is what best describes you - alive
Like technology in the year 1975

You seem to forget how polar you are
A positive end in negative fractions
Like an element found in a star
Needs a fusion for a nuclear reaction

But juvenile is the hope you wish
A predator in a school of fish
Red threads turned to white
Watching through blinded sight
Wanting a fisherman in a pond
You are one of the many fish to ponder upon

I advice you to wish with open eyes
Not hope in the shrine of lies
A man is nothing without a woman
But a woman is a woman without a man
Love is endless in this paradise
But ends in pain and demise
Move from where you stand
And see the world beyond, with me