Normal, less normal, insane,
Some people like to read,
The Clouds that Poets write,
But living in the Clouds,
A danger signal is,
For even famous poets,
Cannot fully describe,
The Mystery that life Is!
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I am a magician,
With words,People’s thoughtsAnd positions.I write for all,But, am open to transitions,To metamorphosed conditionsWhile trying,Not to betray my principalsAnd thoughts,I like changesOpen minds,Different emissions,That truth do not hideOr into dishonesty, slide.‘Who are you?Pray, do tell’I am a poet,I try to beYour Soul’s physicianAnd thru love,I make you well.
Delight of delights,
Writing Poetry,Even if not the best,Your soul is at rest,And your mind fancy free,Love reaching Poetry,That is what you areAnd will forever be.
We still love each other,
Hard to describe,Hard to say,Why, it seems like yesterday,That we met and loved each other,In that most unusual way.I was a dreamer,So were you,But so many dreams,Just don’t come true,Now that you are,So far away,All I wish for,Is that someday,I’ll feel your presence,And love you further,In my most unusual way.
Good Morning,
You’re the cream on my cake,You’re the joy in my Dream World,You’re the moon on my lake,You’re my passport to heaven,You belong just to me,Hope we’re always together,That’s how Love has to be.
Dear Souls, dear Ones,
The Sacrificial Lambs of the world,Won’t the suffering Ever Stop?Is Peace for Thee,A forbidden Hope?A Never attainable Dream?In the Dark Night of Injustice,Just a deep and painful Scream?
The poet said,
LikeNoneBeforeSung!It triggers feelings,That’s what all gunsShould be for.I am definitely againstAll Violence,All fire arms,In all countries,In all places,And in all cases,Except in the CaseMentioned in the title,Above.You may find this poem strangeBut I’m sick of peopleShooting each otherIn close or far range.PEACE,How long does itHave to be,SEARCHEDTo be,REACHED!