It has to speak,
Universally,
Of human Spirituality,
And reach the heart,
And reach the sky,
And sail the sea,
And never die.
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Swimming in verse,
From darkness to light,As if hypnotized,I hold your ink stained hand,Trying to understand,Why, this one sided love affaire?Why, this constant love?Of which,I never seem to have enough.
Strange
In someThe Spirit can go,With the body,Lagging behind,Within savage throw,Oh, the mysteryOf it all!Will we ever know?
Blessed are those,
Who are not afraid,When Life is here,Falling apart,Trembling, decay,When people cry,Or cannot pray.Blessed are those,Who cannot feel,Who go through life,Not knowing where,Love will reveal,It’s holy prayer,Nor do they care,To show their bliss,Just unaware,That Life existsWith pain or care,They are just there,An Empty Stare.But, now beware,Of those that feel,That all of Life,Is a bad Deal,They know…
We All need some affection,
Someone to hold your lonely hand,When Life has made you cry.
Where lies the Truth?
That no longer exists?Seems everthing is ‘fixed’By one gang or another,As False News stalks,Targets, the heads of one, anotherTruth is scattered,In festivities of drug abuseAnd empty volcano cratersIn fields that don’t exist,As nothing, true or falseSeems to even matter.
Now,
Poetry often is Philosophy,A vent for animosity,A window to curiosity,An open Heart’s adversity,But most of all diversity,All subjects does it touch,From the humble daisy,To the one you Love so much.