Life’s not always,
What we want it to be,
What is given,
Is often taken away,
Violently,
One or two tears remain,
Will stay, be with you always,
Forever sadness,
Not just for a day,
Is there anything else,
For me to say?
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Technology and DrugsHave killed the Spirit,Push button fast,Has drunk our Souls,We must admit it!So now what’s left?Empty cups, broken flowers,The blind and deaf,Technology TowersFor Humanity has killed itself…..
Prose is like ‘Eau de Cologne’,
Poetry, is essence, Perfume,Concentrated, delightThat tries to reach the rootsAnd know, all that there is to knowAbout the Tree of Life.
Las Almas que se buscan
cansadas de tanta,Soledad,Una Estrellade luz puraLas guia,Tal vez,hacia el amorQue es, la unicafelicidad.SolitudeThe souls that nightlyTravel in the darkness,Tired of their solitudeAnd fright,The light,Of a white starPerhaps,Does guide themTowards love,That holds the keyTo happiness,And pride.
Your presence
So vital, to meWhere did you go?Fulfilling,My greatest fear,Like untouched mistYou disappeared,Leaving me aloneIn this immense,Regretful,Valley of tears.
I think,
It’s perhaps when best they write,Day-time dreams, imagination’s flight,So being awake at night, is no mistake,Creativity never sleeps.
Poetry is not Easy,
Mystery veils the way,To very deep inner feelings,Inexplicably, at times,Clarity does not hit the ceiling,Mystery does surround,The inspired word,That chimes,In wonder, so sublime,As the spirit climbs,Emotionally divine,Inexplicably,Words conjugate thoughts,That cannot be forced,Or bought,The very spirit of the poet,Is caught,In a Web of Humanity,That sometimes even,Goes beyond thought.No, Poetry is not easy,And still remains,The Great Mystery,Of…