If once it was your love,
And in your heart,
It will remain,
Alive, with memory of,
The thrilling time,
It was first read and loved.
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Sometimes a poem can be,
An emotion, a sensation.Of Life, a palpitation,But never a deliberate lie.
I live within my films,
The ones I’ll never leave behind,That won’t stay still,The ones I don’t forget, will not forgetThat thru the years become a part of me,Move in my heart, live in my mind,Those moving films,That in my memory will shineA happiness,That no where else I’ll find.
We have created,
Terrifying capacity,Far beyond sharpened flint stone knivesIn order to put out lives,We have never ceased killing the innocent,The weak, our own people, as Heaven criesMost of the time, we speak only Lies!And we call ourselves, Civilized?
The World is made
Changing the WorldSuch fool’s delight,We travel vast,We travel farAnd yet things stayThe way they are.So very technically advancedBut Evil still holds Evil’s trance,We hope to be invincible and strongBut seem to worship all that’s wrong,Never redeeming Love’s sweet song.We hate, destroy and persecute,Yet, Cavemen live inside each brute,Remaining, true to our first roots.
Curious
Come fromAncient LandsCan express,What nothingElse can,From the innerSpirit,To the deepestSecrets,Buried way belowIn memory’sSands.
Poetry and Art
No force on EarthCan kill the powerOf self-expression!Because,The creative mind,Is always Free,No one can controlIts Liberty,That’s our Victory!Over tyranny.