An irresistible attraction,
Like the Earth has for the Moon,
Creating tides of emotional happiness,
Making normal mortals, swoon.
This irresistible attraction,
Comes from having an unusual Soul,
From that rare Spiritual Magic
That never will grow old,
That flows like liquid gold.
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I cannot even accept,
Why am I constantly living,In a world out of range?There comes a pointWhen you ask yourself,‘Is Life just a bad dream,Where everything seems,To be totally deranged? ‘Or is it my focus that’s wrong,Going thru life creating my own personal storm.
Write Poet write,
To express yourselfWhether, you are read or not.How lucky, the Poet’s part playedIn this woobly stage called Life,To be able to write with such delightAnd express what’s in his soulWould it not be worth for that aloneTo have been born?
He died when I was twenty,
The pain I felt was relentlessSharp, like the blade of a swollen knife.Goodness was his living Soul,Intelligence, his banner,Honor was his sacred goal,No man was ever finer.I miss him and I always willOur time together was so short,But in every poem I ever wrote,There is a part of him.He made me all I am today,For…
The Moving Words,
A Sea that hurls,It’s Pearls to keep,They find their way,Into heart, deep,And there they stay,Never asleep.Your words are deep inside of me,As is this Pure Love, you can’t see,Together with the Stars above,Together, in Poetic Love.
Heaven can be touched,
Angelic words all dressed in white,Have loving wings that can take flight,That’s why I whisper every night,‘I love you so, with all my might’
Thru my hands,
As gamingTreasure,Words, I playIn a most,PleasurableAnd curiousWay,They becomeWhat I thinkWhat I feelWhat I writeAnd what I say,Word games,As companyI play,Sudden flings,Inner ringsOf feelingsKeeping me alive,In spite of everything.