Where still,
Violets are blue,
Roses, red too,
Still waiting
For you.
Imagination,
Good will too,
Life is made up
Of passionate goals,
Glory and tears,
Conquering fears
As love paves
The way, to better
And brighter,
Days,
As hopefully,
We pray.
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Nothing moves like a poem,
It remains a living witness,Of how words can turn to Art.
Feeling alone,
It does something,To the soul,A shrinking feeling,A chocking feeling,A trembling faun,A still night,Without a dawn,A lonely feeling,Like I’ve never known,An emptiness,A sad duress,Hopelessness,With no healing,And no home.
Imagination,
Amplification of New Horizons,Visions of ‘Sugar Plum Fairies’,Dancing on the prairies,Of the Mind.Off to the Conquest,Of New found Lands,Where Feelings can be scanned,Deeply, Sincerely,Aesthetically,PatheticallyEven Poetically,Without license,Freely,Playing the music,Of all Lands,Of all People,Universality,Dancing,Holding Hands.
If you have no good feelings
Then you have no soul,And if you have no soulYou’re not a person at all.
Let me fly into the wind,
From a Life that once was whole,But is no more, sweetness flow,Let me rest the ‘stop and go’Of a World I do not know,I no longer can resist,All the problems that exist.I am tired, weak and old,I’ve experienced things, twofold,Now it’s time to have some rest,Hope I really did my best?
What is fiction?
Back and forth,Life’s turning wheel,Things that hurt and things that sting,Propaganda’s evil wing,Where is Truth, where can we find?Something pure that heals the mind,Love is truth and truth is free,Therefore I chose liberty,Let my thoughts be open wide,So that farther I can see,A world whose wheels when they turn,Reach for love and purity.