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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Better to view, poetically,
Ever, so unkind,Pathetically!Man writes his own,Tragedy,Not knowing how to control,His evil sentimentsAnd Vanity,Constantly, fooling others,To satisfy,His own, Insanity.
An outlet,
Liberation,What keeps me sane,A great sensation,That keeps me singing,Thru good and bad reigns,That makes me feel,All’s not in vain.That is Poetry to me,To write is not only to be,But to be, while being free.
Emotions deep, emotions high,
For Love you live and sometimes die,And Love so often makes you cry,Sometimes your hands grow very cold,And shrinking feelings make you old,And yet Emotions new and bold,They keep on popping, never fold,Emotions, small or big or tallLike lightning that you can’t control,And still, we think we Know It All!
Melodious thoughts of Poetry,
A song is worth a thousand words,Depending what you say.A song is music, poetry,A song can be your friend,Reflecting, inner sentiment,In an unusual blend.Melodious Rose, the singing wind,Will close the tired day,I’ll sing my song, and think of you,And then be on my way
You can’t teach someone,
Become an artistOr love a rhyme,So strangeHow these are giftsYou’re born with,Regardless of who you are,Where you’re fromOr passing time.That is real democracyTo be you,And what you want to be,Individuality!For every human beingA great necessityWithout freedomWe are nothingSo if you know itGuard it,To the utmostOf your possibilities.Freedom is every person’sResponsibility.
The Moving Words,
A Sea that hurls,It’s Pearls to keep,They find their way,Into heart, deep,And there they stay,Never asleep.Your words are deep inside of me,As is this Pure Love, you can’t see,Together with the Stars above,Together, in Poetic Love.