Of all the Arts,

There isn’t much around.Ever so far must we travel,To another star to posses it?Or are we strong enough,To demand it and posses it.For if Justice prevails,There is still time for Peace.So stop fooling around,Men of bad will and decease,The deadly merry go round of deceit,That will never bring Justice or Peace.

And in your heart it has it’s place,That Nothing else, can now replace.

There is no hope left,It’s only a matter of time till,Total decay and crumbling happens,Becoming the fatal destinyOf every dissolute and perverted nation,That has planted and grown the seedsOf its own devastation.

But the more you thinkIndependentlyThe more you are despised.Sad but true,Ignorance is not new.

Say It!We are all in such great need,Of the proper orientation,Of our lives to truly feed,With that life saving Good Seed.

We talk in riddles and rings,Sincerity,A fluctuating thing,True friendship,Does it really exists?Or is it,Like most everythingJust driven by interest,Just another, temporary swing.

River steals,Creating its own pollution,Laughs at the Constitution,Laws are bent,Trillions spent,Provoking bad Conclusion.

Questions,EvasiveSatisfaction poor,IncomprehensionSoars,‘You must believe’They tell you,But so many injusticesSeem, to alwaysTake over the FloorAnd we are leftWith the most foggyAnd lost sensation,Because, when it comesTo Evil and Domination,Nothing changes,And we are left standingBefore the open doorsOf abuse and abominationBeing so shameful,This constant lackOf tolerance,For one another,And so much hate!Instead of understandingAnd at least a littleConsideration,For…

To Be,Nurture, good feelingsPeace, stability,Love is the best feelingFollowed by sincerity.

Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.

They exchange lists,Of thoughts and feelings,That converge,And make themSlightly less absurd.But what poets understand, the best,Are the elements that come together,To feather, other poet’s nests.

That is just a human fact,Wish Sincerity and Truth,Were not always out the roof.

Of fame and fortuneYou should notComplain,For we are not allThe same,These prizesHave to be gottenThru work and sacrificeThey are not just given awayOr only because you’re nice,Remember, there is no rainWithout clouds,It’s the water thus produced,That life allows

The ocean that once saidCome with me, be freeHas lost all its blueness,Its strong liberty,Now trapped in the sadnessThe unprepared madnessOf having to beAlone, in the darknessOf this painful litany,That repeats and repeatsOver and over and overAgain,Love, so hard to appearCan simply one dayAlso, disappear.

What I’ll never know!Surrounded by mysteries,Lies, superstitionsAnd religious ties,Our Origins and our Whys.All that is born dies,Or is it all recycled,Beyond our eyes?I want to knowBut Wanting,Doesn’t Suffice,It never has.

It would be,As if someone,Had robbed usOf our intimacy,Of our soul,Of being freeOf our precious liberty!Oh, our words,Our thoughts,Our ship, our sea,Our Wings for Infinity.

How blue was my Angel?Nobody knows.How deep are the oceans?How vast is the sea?How great is the Universe?No one can see.How deep can emotion,Of Love, really be,Deeper than Ocean,Deeper than Sea,A Dream put in motion,For Eternity.

To our spirit and our lives,Truly, keeping us alive,What would this unjust world be,Without Art and Poesy,Just an empty shell, Alas!Life would be such an Impasse,Only Art does make us wise,Only Art is man’s best prizeReaching always for the skies,From the lowly Hut we spring,Art makes man a special king.