We loved each other,

In renewed and poignant might,Heart of Hearts, Human Delight.Life, a mystery afar,A surprising, falling star,In my arms, I will embrace,Just a Shadow, not a face.For my Love has gone to Sea,And no longer is with me,Thousand daggers in the night,Oh my heart has taken flight…

Or troubled clouds over troubled hearts?For Love is also a song of Nowhere,When two Lovers are apart.

Not that drivers are that great,But they give you one more thing,To blame and hate.

Please, please let us not be late,To our spiritual Fate.

But it isA ‘good will’ try,We can fill that grainWith energy, positive,And from there,Who knows, how high,We can then fly.

Dedicating a poem to someone,Was really, blowing their horn.Today, you might say,That type of sentimental honorIs practically unknown,Times change,What once was gloryToday, just bubbly foam.

Found their Art,In Bette Davis and Cate Blanchett,And ‘That’s, That’.

In sometimes,So very little spaceBut when goodHeaven,Never goes to waste.

Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.

You would think it was made,Of love, pity and lace.

As it ages, it becomes divine.

Imaginary FlairsThat go,Everywhere

It’s infinity,And wonder Why,We’re here?For what purpose is Life?If sooner or later,Everything Dies.

Makes life,An ever blessed song.

Man is just,A spoiled childWith broken toys….

Of my distressOf lonely verseAnd silent nightsThat with its lightCaresses, lonely soulsConsoles themFrom now frigidFright.You and I,Became, OneSo long ago,When on sleepless nightsNeither one could let goOf the haunting memories,That never leftAs time went on,And that only you,As guardian of the nightWere witness to,As we exchanged allOur lunatic fright,In a secret and invisibleEmbrace, of celestial…

Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.

You do not like your enemyWhom you will never loveNo matter what is taughtNor what people will try to sayPlease, lets not be hypocritesAnd pretend, we love ‘everyone’All the time, and every single day.

Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.

Questions,EvasiveSatisfaction poor,IncomprehensionSoars,‘You must believe’They tell you,But so many injusticesSeem, to alwaysTake over the FloorAnd we are leftWith the most foggyAnd lost sensation,Because, when it comesTo Evil and Domination,Nothing changes,And we are left standingBefore the open doorsOf abuse and abominationBeing so shameful,This constant lackOf tolerance,For one another,And so much hate!Instead of understandingAnd at least a littleConsideration,For…

Does it make you,Sad or glad?I don’t Know,Anymore,Do we continue like this?Just sitting on the floor?Everyday a new Scandal,Nobody seems to care,Old Mother Hubbard,Who left your cupboard bear?

It feels too muchSees too muchWants the TruthToo muchLoves too muchIs oversensitiveAnd hurts too much!Dangling fears,On crystal chandeliersPoetry criesIt’s melodious Tears…

Those that could not,Would not, love on Earth,Will, finally defeat,All the stones and bitter herbs,All the obstacles, superb,Finally in other Worlds,Their pure love will be complete.

What I want to be,I can dream up oceansOf felicity,Fly across the seasVisit Paradise,And attach myselfTo Peace,Light within reach,I can love youForever,Till infinityI can change, perhapsEven Destiny,Hug the WorldBe myself,UnconditionallyAnd finally,I can be freeOf any ties of hateAnd inhumanity.Love, will also writeA better life, a better fightFor the survival of HumanityA long lasting equilibriumBetween civilization…