Their own persona,
Their own dignity
Evaluations and values
That should not be
Tainted, by lies
Or false information,
Manipulation,
And degraded
By, political Buffoons
And their frightful,
Moral Stagnation
Their own persona,
Their own dignity
Evaluations and values
That should not be
Tainted, by lies
Or false information,
Manipulation,
And degraded
By, political Buffoons
And their frightful,
Moral Stagnation
To go forward in our Art,Let us not betray one another,We must sustain each otherBravely, Sagely,Understanding,Every Poet’s Heart.
Feel,Within the heart,The dearest warmthThat ever was,Transporting us,From emptiness,To everlastingHappiness,Heavenly blessed.
Love has the power,That even Silence can’t revoke.
Of classical music,Nor am I able to read notes,A language, I will never quote,All I know is that whenI hear some heavenly melody,Love and eternity speak to me.
Why are we always searchingFor the ‘Cannot’Never satisfiedWith what we’ve gotSo many times, we createOur own hell,Believe it or not.
Miraculous and terse,Emotionally nursed,All calming thirstNothing left bareWith only Love,To ever share.