For a poet, Words are Honey,
Without which, he can’t survive.
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The artist understands,
The emotional earthquakeThat life and love do cover,And can artistically conveyHuman understandingBringing us closerTo one anotherIn a most amazing wayAs Life is given,To color and clay.Whether in a painting, poem or play,The true Artist has so much to sayAbout Love and human expression,His song to Life’s mysterious processionBecomes at times, a life long obsessionAnd his…
Today,
There is no calmIs Art to beOur only Balm?
I wish I had a Magic Word,
‘Love’ is the closest that I’ve heard,That has that magic sound.
Rolly-Polly America,
Sugar, Salt and Fat,Unhealthiest of dreams.Apples are much healthier,Swiss cheese and red wine too,Think of all the many things,That lighter you can do.
Let me tell you,
Not having you near.I know not, night from day,Sadness opens all the way,And the stars live in great fear,That their light might disappear.And this painful love that stays,Just gets sadder everyday,Oh beloved, dearest one,How to live?Now that you’re gone.
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…