Changing gears,

The essence of true feeling,Is PoetryPerfume to the senses, ecstasy,Is Poetry,Love, you and me,Is also Poetry.

And maybe some creation do,That keeps you from the brink.

Getting there very,Quickly.Years have gone by,You start to loseHope,Everything you thought,Was pure,Turns acid and grey,The masks offThe light,Slim and dim.For some,Life is a certainRoad to Hell,That you regretBeing in.But too late,To even objectThings are whatThey are,And you are just a shadowIn a world scared and dim,Where the chancesOf being happyAre always very slim.

But always end upIn the dark,Only Love lightsThe way,To serenity and peaceWith its constantLiving Spark.

For in this unpoetic worldIt’s ugly, harsh realityThat destructively, rules.

Of love and hate,Of humanity and cruelty,Almost impossible to rateTo fathom, to get straight.Lost in our own insanity,Laced with all our vanity,How quickly we decapitate,Sanity,Burn Love at the stake,And make present,All, that in Us is fake.Sooner or later,More pain than glory,Humans cultivate,This is no Story,Man is his own destructive forceWhile Love trembles in a cornerAnd…