If you come to me,

Sensations, graspedFrom Life’s strange,Mysterious journey,Trying to uncomplicate,Dissect, impressionsBurning, to be told,That’s what the poetTries to do,And then thru PoetryIt’s gifted on to you.

Also life,Lived in a tear,The closest,The most painful,The one, no one,Can hear,So intimately yours,So silent,Deeply running,The most painful,Of all tears.

DreamRead Poetry,Absorb its secret nectarIts long lasting unraveledWealth,And a KingdomOf beatitude,Supreme blessednessAnd exaltationWill open for youAll by itself,Without any hesitation,Encompassing,A whole New WorldOf deep and differentUnforgettable, sensations.

Better be aware,that they won’t make a dime.But at least, the words are Free,And must always be used,Respectfully.

With hate and murderViolence, silence,People without Truth.There comes a pointWhen reason failsAnd all around you look,You ask yourself,What went so wrong?We lost our human roots.Man, oh, Man!With all your evil roots,Such hate in beating heart,How many times have you been givenA chance for a new start?Time is running out for you,You missed the play,You loused…

Loneliness begets emptiness,No light, will flowers bare,If no one’s there to care,The world takes flightThe Scene, desolate,Loses all mightThere is no differenceBetween day or nightWhen no one’s there,As if your very soulHad taken flightAnd you, just,Don’t even care.No banister to hold on tightWhen falling down a precipiceKnowing, no one’s thereTo catch or save youOr even…