Art is pleasure

Feeling.Just in a few well written lines,Invisible waves can combine,Into something very touchingAnd Sublime,That sooths the soul,And heals the mind.

I want to fill the EarthWith Song,Grateful melodies,Alive!For All that Love,And do no wrong.

Now, all’s that’sLeft,Is that cloudyWhite scum,That appearsAfter waterEvaporatesFrom boiling,In Life’s potAnd once you loseThat,You should no longerBe able to lookAt yourselfIn the mirror,Or like Narcissus,In a pond.But today,Like virginityIntegrity,Is so often lostEarly,For a certain priceAnd by a simple sliceFrom Life, its doneNever more to appear,Just gone.

Is not what some say,Fair, unfair, past, presentCenturies away,Nothing ever seems to be right,And everything’s always a fight.Lucky are those,Who true Love have found,And the voice of the beloved,Is their clearest sound.

I can kill a poem,Just to have some fun.We are unarmed Hunters,Won’t you join us now,Use imagination,We will teach you how,Open up your good heart,Love will enter then,Imagery will follow,Sounds of ecstasy,And before you know it,You’ll have Poetry.

A harness,Around our minds,Around our necks.Politics,Leaky wicks,Gum sticksToothpicks,And candle wicks,Which will burn us faster?Nobody knows,But on the whole,All five are a disaster!