Ah, this Poetry,

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.

Feel,Within the heart,The dearest warmthThat ever was,Transporting us,From emptiness,To everlastingHappiness,Heavenly blessed.

So easily falling,Into self-made ruts,Boring repetitionsDull and unproductiveHave and Have-nots,As evil politiciansFill-in the gapsWith lying rulesAnd prohibitionsThat make lifeAn insufferableMishap.

In this weird life,And since most,Don’t love one anotherNor take care of each other,Instead, we love dogsAt least with them,Their love is feltAnd understoodAnd we,Gratefully,Are never alone.

That poetry is Never,A foeThat poetry will go,Further than any force on Earth,To put a stop to injustice,Equalize, the diverse,Plant gardens of feelings,With Roses so appealingThe Heavens will Burst into Love,Poetry,Never Enough.

I should be sad, like I am, Everyday,But I don’t know why?I’m just a little happy, today.Maybe it’s because I’ve written,More than other days,Maybe it’s because I didn’t listen,To the horrible news of the day,Maybe because I feel less lonely,Writing away,Maybe because it’s only Monday,And ‘I think’ I have something to say.