The faceless Elephants,
That never speak,
The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,
That make their cars go round and round,
I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,
He thinks he’s really very hip,
And we go down, and down we Go,
Into the Hell, we yet not know!
The faceless Elephants,
That never speak,
The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,
That make their cars go round and round,
I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,
He thinks he’s really very hip,
And we go down, and down we Go,
Into the Hell, we yet not know!
Make an explosive combination,Bette Davis, film Sensation
Lightly, in an hour,The one that can begin,To portray,What Beauty really is,Thru the kindness and the love,Understanding, human candor,The communicative wonder,We all have to Heaven win,When we generously share,All this beauty from within,Let the human fest begin,And may love and understanding,Be our everlasting banner.
Travel, silentlyAnd we inspire one another,Poets feeling, other Poets’Poetry,But the warmth that comesFrom that invisible,Collaboration,Is as natural asCan be,Close to loveFor one another,Seriously.
That we can’t explain,Above AllThe loss of a loved one,The Pain,That Forever with you,Will remain.
So much that we love,All consumed by Time,But a Flowing Rhyme,You cannot touch,For true Poetry,Has no MasterHas no Time.
Living word there is!If not felt,Of Life,A certain miss.