Upon our lives,
For you to realize,
That love is what’s important,
The rest, Who cares?
We improvise,
What flowers we will plant,
What roads down, we will dance,
What countries we will speculate upon,
Will we study them all, or only one?
Who cares?
Lovers don’t share, the World’s despair,
They live in a shell of their own,
Where it doesn’t matter,
If their home is made of,
Clouds, wood or stone,
As long as Love is all they own,
A king and queen, upon love’s throne.
The train has left the station,And is sorely off the track,Our priorities cannot wait,Tomorrow will be too late,Values must be put back in place,WIN we must, this very last race.This Nation,Founded, to drown the misery,That Europeans knew so well,Must not succumb, to their wreched past,Embrace falsehoods and false prophets,That will not last,Our pride in Truth…
But never dull,So, away to discovery we go,Where we’ll land?We never know,So much is written by itself,Other times, by your secret elf.Poetry!Such a mystery,In a few words,Sometimes,A whole life’s history.
Installed by demoniacal beliefs,Leading only, to war and grief.Tell me, how do you instill,Love in the heart of your enemy?Who has promised to wipe you off,The surface of the Earth,And if he can, he will!Love saves,Hate kills,And most of the time,Life is a bitter pill.That twists and chills,Good Will.
Not always clearly, but in beauty,And with deep feelings and images,A unique trip, like a worded pilgrimageTo an unknown Sanctuary.To the fantastic Kingdom of Make Believe,Far away,A better World,A better Day.
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
To expressIts deep emotion,An embrace, a kissA look, a smile,Can say it allWith the same intensityAnd devotion.
