Reaching hands, never concealing
What they know and will have known,
Poets have no dome.
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Good and Sincere,
Chases away depression,And may even be,A bit of a cure,When you purge your soul,Trying to make it pureBy giving to allThe very best in you.
I am a magician,
With words,People’s thoughtsAnd positions.I write for all,But, am open to transitions,To metamorphosed conditionsWhile trying,Not to betray my principalsAnd thoughts,I like changesOpen minds,Different emissions,That truth do not hideOr into dishonesty, slide.‘Who are you?Pray, do tell’I am a poet,I try to beYour Soul’s physicianAnd thru love,I make you well.
Can one measure
The distance of a starHow high is the sky,Why love is so far,Far away,Remembrance,LikeIn a dream that never was,That hardly stayed,Sand, slithering,Thru my fingers,As I stand aloneIn the desertAnd the Oasis,Of one day, isSo, so far away.
GOVERNMENT
River steals,Creating its own pollution,Laughs at the Constitution,Laws are bent,Trillions spent,Provoking bad Conclusion.
Saying things differently,
In a liberated universe,A world in verseFeelings and care,Poetry goes,Where no other,Does dare…
For thousands of years,
A cut here, a kill there,A lie here, a tyrant there,And where does it get us?NOWHERE!However,Some have survived,As human minds collide,Some will still try,To start and write the Tale again,‘That Man’s not really bad,He’ll change, be patient Pen’But we cannot but write,WHEN?