Art, Poetry

Captivated mineIn them I saw,The oceansAnd the sky,The only onesI ever wantedTo sail,Ever see smile.Blue Love,Such captivatingEyes,Blue flowing oceansInfinitely blendingMy love with your skies.

Are they Poetry’s goal?To protect our fragile, sanity.

A cut here, a kill there,A lie here, a tyrant there,And where does it get us?NOWHERE!However,Some have survived,As human minds collide,Some will still try,To start and write the Tale again,‘That Man’s not really bad,He’ll change, be patient Pen’But we cannot but write,WHEN?

On your face,When everything around you is falling apart.And the World is but a Nightmare of disgrace,God bless good friends,Amen.

You make me floatOn love’s blue breeze,You make me feelThat life is goodAnd that thingsWill beAs they should,Who are you, pray?And should I tell,You are the PoemI love, so well.

Hear then, read them,Coexist, with them.If a poem is good,It will traverse,Travel right thru,Centuries and Souls.It will achieve,All its universal goalsEach time its read,For it is fedBy the Poet’s Soul,And it will glow,Bringing Love and SatisfactionTo all those who know,Where true human essence lies,The initiated guestsWill love it so!And best of all,This immortal poem,Will be…