And scorching hot!
Let’s tell each other
What we did not
Dare say,
When, Love was young
And tomorrow,
Had the time
To become,
Our yesterdays.
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Nothing has ever come easy for me,
They are my herds,My refuge, my passion,I revel in the waters of spoken thought,The surround sound effect embraces meAs if language were my lover,My Master, my only Hope.
If you don’t feel it,
Like with a motor,In the dark,I’m speaking of creative Art,It cannot live,Without ‘the Spark’,That lights the way,To inspirational mystery,Without which, creativity,Would only fall apart.
Every coin has two faces,
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
Because poets can dream
Sea of discovery,The world of fantasyThe mind can travel free.There is a line that’s crossedWhen poems come acrossAnd sparkle inwardly.Communicative spiritMore felt,As ever freeAnd inner worldsDo come across,Surrealistically.Reveling secretsNo one knows,Except thru Poetry.
Like children,
In making it happen,Even if it doesn’t exist,But is that not the wayThat Dream Hunters,Alleviate pain,Fighting depression,Abuse, injusticeWith pen,Instead of fist.
We wish everything were Perfect.
So many years of evolution,Have not helped untie the knot,We are barely, hardly civilized,And we want, we don’t know What?