There is but feeling and sincerity,
That must flow, so naturally,
So that the work of art or poem,
Can truly Be.
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We tire of everything,
With their toys,Except from True Love,The greatest of all joys.
Enough is Enough!
And something must be doneNOW! ! !The US,A violent CountryThat has gone,Too far in lettingInsane savages,KillIncredible amounts,Of Innocents!Time to stop It!Or we will be leftWith too many empty hearts and homesWhose doors have been left, painfully ajarAnd whose wounds shall never heal,That’s how deep and painfulThey Really ARE!
They dream like no one else,
The wealth of imagination,The love for people of every nation,Humanity’s elevation.Born from the wind of inspiration,Their poetry carries sensations,Feeling that Life is so preciousA miraculous flower, it is,To be blessed and respected,With all the Love that exists.Once a poet, always a poet,For they dream like nobody else,Of cream covered mountains,Of oceans of Freedom,Of Love gushing…
I know you’re there,
Than I think,I know you’re there,I can feel your presence,Everywhere,In the rose that has not bloomed,In the blue shaded lagoon,In the silent, lit up Moon,In the Sea in full despair,In the waves that go no where,In the Earth’s eternal call,In the Love that conquers All,In each molecule of air,In my Soul,And Everywhere
You’re my Love,
But I’m strange too.Two Strangers,Loving from afar,Dreaming Of,A reachless, Star.
So much is taken
As well as fromMake believe scenes,On the sounding screensAnd finally,Most of our analysesAre worthless,For nothing really isAs it seems,And nobody says,What they really mean.