A Chant that’s Universally born,
And becomes Magic in word’s form,
You’re poetry is Light to me,
It takes me to a special place,
Where sweetness and beauty preform,
A Symphony of Life, new born.
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Think
The fruits of your productive thought,Don’t think,And you will live an empty life,Babbling nonsense like a dope.
A certain
Poetry,The most creativeLanguageOf them all,BeautifulImaginativeAnd tallReaching for the StarsPicking us upWhen we fall.
We speak, we write
But do We communicate?Truth never in sightSpeeches just for plightLies for Fools’ Delight,Advertisements, that cause frightPromises that never take flight.People open their mouthOnly to scream or fight,For might?What kind of CommunicationIs this? ?Fools in plight must delightIn this chaotic, might!Or are we just Crazy Crickets,Singing, sinning in the night!Sinking lower and lower,As Hope in Humanism,Moral…
Of Love and Life,
Written and discovered,Yet the mystery remains.Why this feelingThat cannot be explained,Is unlike any other?Why this happinessThis flame,That ties youTo anotherMakes life so worthwhileLiving,As the Feeling of FeelingsIs discovered?Uniting the holy, to the profaneAs true souls, in loveForever, gather,Having all the world to gain.
Most people are not affectionate,
It hurts to see,How cold and unstimulating,Most of ‘inhumanity’ can be.
We are at a Crossroad,
The train has left the station,And is sorely off the track,Our priorities cannot wait,Tomorrow will be too late,Values must be put back in place,WIN we must, this very last race.This Nation,Founded, to drown the misery,That Europeans knew so well,Must not succumb, to their wreched past,Embrace falsehoods and false prophets,That will not last,Our pride in Truth…