To heal the wounds
Of hurting, Past
Blessed be you
Sweet Poetry,
Love and life,
You giveth, me.
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Sad is the Silent morning,The Silent night,When language took Flight,
Fakes are Fakes,
So voting people do wake up,And see the truth,Before it is too late,Your Liberty’s at stake!
You are my Country,
To go back,To the nightmare of Tyranny,Of yesteryears,Come from afarStill living across the Seas,Yes, We Americans,We Love Liberty,It’s our gift to the World,It’s the brand of our herd.It’s the air that we breathe!Even though we walk,Thru the valley of Misunderstanding,We will not give up!We will have no fear,Because Liberty Is,Our God given spear.
Life makes us
A chapter writtenEveryday,But it’s up to usTo do our best,To plant with zest,The wondersThe spiritual infusions,The good kind feelingsThat should give riseTo BeautyArt, Love and CompassionAbove,Everything else.
The urge to leave
The longingOf all desire,Celestial choir,A poem may haveThat might,A poem may haveThat fire.
Dreams are made
Of love that never,ComesOf trembling leavesAnd mortal fearsWhere even TimeSuccumbs.We can’t controlEven our dreamsAs much as we wouldLike,Or even knowAnd comprehendThe message said,That night,When all was darkAnd all light fled,For love had reallyDied,Except in dreamsWould LoveCome back to Life,But what was realIs what you feltWhen in your dreams,You cried,Those stolen dreamsThat well it seemsWere never…