To hang tall
And
Project all its
Artistic beauty.
And We?
we need to learn
How to Love
In order to neutralize
All the venom,
The serpent gave us,
As a gift,
When we were
Evicted,
From Paradise.
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I write what I feel,
Poetry is Feeling,More than you can say.
What you say and do,
But not tomorrow,We are ever changing creatures,Like the weather,Good today, Stormy tomorrow.
Let’s turn hate
Because love,Keeps us aliveAnd cures all,Making All,Possible.While hate,KillsAnd it’s,The worst feelingThere is!
To be a poet
Not be afraid to start,A peaceful RevolutionOf ideas and feelingsThat opens doors,Leaves prejudice apartTries to be a just judge,Of society, a partAnd above all, loveAll moving parts,Of our sometimesPositive,Human evolution.
Still trying to explain,
There are loves born at first sight,Others come with slow delight.But the love I have for you,Never has to be renewed,It’s so mine, I can’t see thru,The romantic, ideal view,That makes you seem like a dream,Everyday, it’s stronger too,Unexplainably supreme,Of my life, the lasting theme.
Truth never grows old,
So many times,Goes untold,Pity!