Blue the sky

So hard to find,It lies hidden in man’s History,Surrounded by falsehoods,Hypocrisy and crime.Truth is Love and Sincerity,Seems we don’t honor Integrity,Virtue, Morality, nor Honesty,‘How can I fool all of you?Please, let me count the ways’Is as true today,As it was, true yesterday.

That though not there,Act as, a calming blend.We identify and are not shy,Our likeness to confess,And in our lonely, broken hearts,Do many poems bless.

Just written,With momentsPurposely lost,It just does not haveThat magic spellThat poets as magicianDo so well,You can’t fake a poem,And for the sakeOf all thoseWith Poetry, enamored,Just as well!

So rare to see,Of such great Beauty,In it’s simplicity,As it spoke of Love,So Romantically.Like a new born Rose,It’s perfume reached the heart,For it spoke of a love,That would never depart.

But not even this,Would really matter,It’s love foundThat makes LifeA Rose Sublime,That will notBe killed by Time.

That thru mental, soulful motions,In the heart do undulate,And these soft, poetic words,Can propel to outer space,Tinged with such vivid emotions,Enthralling, the human race.These Magicians are not always,A reflection of their words,Some of them do hide malicious,Bad intentions, black sheep herds.Just because you are a Poet,Does not make you be, a Saint,So pay very close…