An artistic vision,
Appears,
Spontaneous
And so dear
Without even
Knowing,
What conditions
Synapse,
What impulses
Connect,
Push, extract
The essential essence,
That creates
The work of art.
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Colors speak louder than words,
Gives Life,Spirit touched,Vision falls in love.
Some friendships
Are those fewThat get along,That dance and singTo the same song,It’s a gift like no other,Sister, sister, Brother, brotherNot by bloodBut by the Soul,It’s so greatWhen in this WorldOf so much insincerityAnd hateYou can feel,You’re not, alone.
Maybe, I write too much
Maybe,I waste my timeBut I don’t belittle,Or try to harmIn any way,With what I say,It’s just that PoetryIs my deep passion,In a very special say,I write to liveAnd I live to write,I suppose that LoveHas always been that way.
I read her verses
As if She were alive!So touching,Their sincerityAnd beautifulSimplicity,I cried…
How do you play
Tears are liquid pain,Not always seen,Emptiness, a phase,That’s harsh and lean,Lost in space,Hardly any light,Left to redeem.How do you play,Depression’s scene?You look at the Sea,Hoping for a dream.
I suppose
Believe in love,No matter whatIt is all we have left,As time goes on,Loving someone or somethingVery much!It’s what saves usFrom collapsingAnd just folding up,We must keep lovingJust to continue living,Keep the heart beatingSurvive,And believingThat love is so fulfillingAs it is healing,Generously,Keeping us alive.