Real Love, cannot go farther.
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True Poetry
As do the moving wavesOf the eternal Sea,It can handle all surprises,Love all of humanity,While remaining aboveMalice and indignity.Poetry also risesTo set your mind freeAnd make you feelAll that is real,Worth living forAnd loving more,Opening hearts and emotionsTaking you, if you let it,From here to Eternity.
People are fools,
They follow False OnesAs sheep,They have been easily,RuledBy the Charisma of SharksThus being drowned,In naiveté’s poolsWhere ignorance rules.
One thing is to write,
Not always those that write,Do what they say they feel.
So many things that do not click,
Yet we are made, the same to swallow,Sometimes I feel just like a pig,Forced in the mud to sadly wallow.
We experiment,
Never leavingGood enough, aloneWe have succeeded,Turning, into ruble,Almost every decentFeeling,Once upon a timeEver owned.Breaking good rulesIs not success,Without respectGood behaviorAnd toleranceSocial equilibriumWill never be obtainedNor a more,Just society, gained.We are on the roadTo very big TroubleTime to reflect,A free for all societyLed by fools,Without any rational rulesIs Doom, waiting to projectThe worst film,We could ever…
To feel and feel,
Beauty, LoveEternal Eden,When poems launchTheir sweet perfumeWho can resistTheir fatal swoon,For once your capturedBy their charm,You’ve lost allPower, to disarm.And so it isWith Poetry,A love so pureA love so freeSo full of peaceAnd dignity,That helps you liveThat helps you beCloser to love’sGreat Mystery.
Real Love, cannot go farther.
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Each Poet,
Of thoughts and heartPlanting worded flowers,Not to fall apart.Poetic power,Unusually greatCan traverse Time,And still, captivate.
Their kiss was as long
Capturing,The unspeakable painOf their last ‘farewell’Inspired by:La Despedida (The Farewell)Se dieron un besolargo, como la vida,El beso de su despedida.
Wrapped up in Poetry,
The psychological necessity,Of lending, an amorous hand.Poetry cradles the poetIn a motherly fashion,Wiping, away some of the tearsThat have already,Gone out of fashion.
‘Make believe’, a daring feat,
Cameras, scenes form a complete,Cameo of life’s duality.What is fiction, what reality?Acting, talent, without end,To play the life of others,Must be trilling to thus bendFrom one role, to another.Actors love to be like cats,Nine lives or more their actions,Live adventures, open doors,Adrenaline, distraction.Directors, cameras, actors, sets,Defy most of reality,Challenge most of life’s hard bets,Great film…
The only poetic Soul I know,
The Words are uttered with such loveAll light flows in me from above.
The joy of you,
My life and all its stages,The light you give,From that I live,This wondrous Joy,That fills my life,And writes on all its pages.