Is all you have to write,
Then you’ll be cleansed,
Of all offense,
And Life will feel alright.
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Poetry is Poetry,
Becoming, total and complete,Spiritual satisfaction.
You are what you feel,
There’s no escape,Lies don’t go far.
We complicate our Lives,
We complain,They should be better,If things are going badly,We complain,Everything we do,Seems so in vain,We may think we know,How to control our Destiny,Not realizing that we control NOT,The rapid pace of Life nor History.
If only you knew,
Then, Worlds would collide,Mountains would slide,Oceans would peak,Star would shatter!And yet,For a love like thisIt wouldn’t even matter,For our love would be,The only existing reality.
As if we have not had enough,
When I see politicians bluff,I want to run away,The lies, insidious poison,Misinformation, manipulation,The Devil’s sauerkraut,We ask ourselves,Do we deserve,To again go down this route?By now we ought to realize,Good hearts are not in charge!
When you stop and think,
All, he has discovered,And yet, all he has destroyed,You can’t help but marvelAt his artistic creationsAnd other toys,But retreat in horrorAt all he has and will destroy!