We have already blinded her,
With our poisonous and vicious traps,
And thru History, the most unjust
Have led the gullible innocent,
But never cleared the Swamp’s mist,
Nor crossed off, annihilated
The miserable, unjust liars
From our human list.
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Truth
Nor acceptedTill it is tooLate,When hate andDestructive forcesHave already,Burned HopeAt the stakeIn endless,Human mistakes…
Sometimes in a poem,
All brainy and confident,Open and adjacent.The clarity and openness,A poem may bring,Is Amazing!In so few words it can be,The most complete and sincerest,Passion and Truth,Of a person’s inner, sensibility.
Each poet is different
In a rich, consoling wayThat is because poetsAlways have deepAnd personal viewsSomething warm and caring,Interesting to say,God bless poetsSo different fromThe Devil’s politiciansIn every possible way!
Of Love and Life,
Written and discovered,Yet the mystery remains.Why this feelingThat cannot be explained,Is unlike any other?Why this happinessThis flame,That ties youTo anotherMakes life so worthwhileLiving,As the Feeling of FeelingsIs discovered?Uniting the holy, to the profaneAs true souls, in loveForever, gather,Having all the world to gain.
Oh promise me, oh promise me!
If you don’t want me, I won’t go,For loving you is all I know,I’ll stay around, just like a Tree,And shade my sadness, silently,You see what you have done to me,Now I’m your slave and you are free!
Yes,
On white pages,On traveling clouds,Pure and sweet,That Time defeat,Still have ideals,What is written from the heart,Heals!