Feelings speak
To the Soul,
Poetry,
Makes us human,
Despite, all
Our bad calls,
Purifying, Fire
From One to All.
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‘If you are,
There can be no jealousy’Two poets discuss their merit,Knowing they can bear it!
Before,
Wrote poetry,Harnessing lightening,Spiritually,Now people getTatous,As self-expression,Painting and writingOn themselvesAs dear possession,Seems to meThat, that must beA very strange,Painful, obsession.
Chose among the flowers,
Concentrate on Beauty’s gate,Open, do not make it wait,Of bad judgment, beware.Negatively looking,Is nothing but a stare,It gives no light,Negative sight,Moves no one, anywhere.Forward we must always go,Even if we do not know,If efforts will be bare,Even if we often know,That most of life’s, Unfair,Forward we must always go,And Civilize our Act,‘Barbarism’ is a time,We…
Beautiful things,
Even desired,But a beautiful Soul,Is so rare and precious,That it is forever,To be admired.
From the cold Moon,
I drop a poem on the Sea,A ship that has already sailed,And tears that have already failedFor you, I cannot see.I navigate without a port,A fallen star as guide,And I will never feel as sad,As Sad as I’m tonight!
Way down,
Is a way of life,In the mysteriesOf the solitude of Time,Past and Present, collideThe Future, just a lie,Life’s gap, wideIt is then, that you sadly ask‘Who will now walk by my side? ‘Suddenly,You realizeThat Life has passed you by,That you are totally aloneBut no longer strongTo face incessant storms,And you cryHopelessly,Timeless tearsAs you verifyThat there…