Distilled with feeling,
Beauty, wed.
A poem has to be,
Alive and free
Full of love, respect, fraternity
For all that lives, for you and me
Embracing all of Humanity,
Soaring realms of fantasy
Where Love can live eternally,
A feeling that’s called ecstasy,
That’s all a poem has to be.
That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.
Oreos and cream,So what?I like to writeOn petals tooAnd if you couldWhy shouldn’t you?I like to thinkThat All are good,And just a littleMisunderstood,I love to think,That Love exists,Never behindSomeone’s closed fist,I like to dreamOf you and me,Though that has beenMy unaccomplished,Symphony.
A poem is born,Out of a pen,And feelings alone,No plan in mind,The words intertwine,Sometimes, with music,Sometimes, with rhyme,But always with feelingThat can’t be explained,Like after a drought,The Life-giving rain.
Something in them dies,But express yourself positivelyNot by harming othersOr taking them to placesWhere muddy hate resides.
porque te quiero tanto!Here are all my tears,Take them, they’re yours,Because I love you so.
Wish we could bottle, the stuffAnd make the World much better.
