The good and true light,
That’s born within,
That no one can infuse
Or erase,
Because miraculously
It comes from, yourself
Secretly, from way within.
It is the good flame
You’re born with
That with kindness,
Burns,
The inextinguishable
Flame of love.
The whole world
With sincerity
You will embrace,
And this Love,
You must always share
Give, for the betterment
Of all,
So that finally we become
A truly Human space
And not the present
Disgrace,
That we so painfully, are.
With the proper words,For love and lifeHe never is alone.
Poetry, thus will defy,Life, Itself.So,Tell it to me,Not as it is,But as it can be,With flowering wordsAnd Melody.So,Tell it to me,Because you are Love,And you can reach our hearts,So we can see,The Secret Worlds,That hide behind,The inner Mind,That’s Poetry.
What other written artKnown,Can with just a few wordsSend imaginationSoaringAnd feelings,Flowing?A Poem isOr it is not,It reaches out,Or it does notIf understood,It’s then embracedA Poem’s love,You cannot waste.
Of the essential,The very fundamental,The exquisitely monumental,The Secrets in a kiss.
Never leavingGood enough, aloneWe have succeeded,Turning, into ruble,Almost every decentFeeling,Once upon a timeEver owned.Breaking good rulesIs not success,Without respectGood behaviorAnd toleranceSocial equilibriumWill never be obtainedNor a more,Just society, gained.We are on the roadTo very big TroubleTime to reflect,A free for all societyLed by fools,Without any rational rulesIs Doom, waiting to projectThe worst film,We could ever…
So painful, the thorn,That is what happens,When Love is torn,Ripped from your heart,Where it was born!
