And goodness goes ahead,
Where Lies are not what matter,
And people, Love instead
That is the Dream that darkens
When face to face we see
Society, Reality,
The Misery that’s We!
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Mountains may cave,
But Love never dies,It’s too precious.
I may not be able to change anything,
And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.
There is a capital D.
And unfortunately,So many countries have electedDespotic,Instead of Democracy.Poor fools,Taken over by what they thinkProgressivism, may be.Fooled again!Watch out!You may be putting in balance,Your loss of true democratic, Liberty!
The Night is always, lightless,
But it’s when poetsSee straight,And write, honest and bold.The Night invites to dreaming,And poets dream awake,Sometimes not even seeing,How much there is that’s fake.
Don’t write just to write,
Downs and heightsDarks and brights,They should be truthful,Never try to capitalizeOn the misfortune of others,Or provoke chaotic gutters,And if the winds are rightWrite about Love,With true, heartfelt delight,Save the World,With Love’s great might,As you write.
Blessed are those,
Who are not afraid,When Life is here,Falling apart,Trembling, decay,When people cry,Or cannot pray.Blessed are those,Who cannot feel,Who go through life,Not knowing where,Love will reveal,It’s holy prayer,Nor do they care,To show their bliss,Just unaware,That Life existsWith pain or care,They are just there,An Empty Stare.But, now beware,Of those that feel,That all of Life,Is a bad Deal,They know…