Feeling all,
That’s what Poetry is
And for the poet
That writes it,
A magnificent world
Of unending bliss.
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Passionate Wild Flowers
From the UnknownAnd in Art’sImmoral TowersFind their Home,Amazing Art!Spiritual Dome,SensationsInexplicable CreationOf Mind and Spirit,Throne.
I discovered that Love,
Is greater than man’s,Vile perversity,The love of a mother for child,Takes us far from our own wild side,The love that some fools have for Art,Makes a species that is quite apart,And the love that will always be yours,Widely opens of feelings, the enchanted doors.
Please
As Time beginsTo shadow time,And memories becomeForgetful,Images blurred,And feelingsStart losing reason,To be prime.PleaseDon’t forget me,As Life’s gardensStart to wither,Become, parchedLose glitter,For I will alwaysBe the rain,That comesWhen your spiritIs low,Can no longer fly,Wants to die,For I am Love,The eternal feeling,And I will not,Cannot,And refuse,To ever die.
Some say,
That’s not really fairPersonally,I find it liberatingOut-reaching,Deeply touchingIlluminating,Full of loveAnd gentle care,With enoughHope,To spare.
We live on a volcano
Nothing remains stable,Trying to anticipate,Always has been rough.
I wish I could describe,
In the Winter of my soul,Your my Summer, Spring and Fall,When I see you, I walk tall,Towards the River of my dreams,Where the flow of love, it seems,Hears my melancholy call.Yet you know me, not at all,And forever it shall be,That the Love I have for you,You will Never have for me…