Completely uninspired,

Each poetHis dream,To be ableTo express it,Not as easy asIt may seem.

We’ll find the softness of a bird,In some great piece of poetry.A Poem that will read your heart,Give it the love that makes it start,Surrounds you with musical scales,Hoists up, imaginary sails.I think that thanks to Poetry,Feelings come forth more naturally,Words do describe the inner soul,Poetry’s mother to us All.

Maybe, , ,You won’t be comingAt all! ! !PainHurts the painOf my very lonelyFate,To have found youLost you,My destiny, stalledNot being toldThat you were,But an internet fold,Not real,A fabricated dreamWithout whichI am now,Nothing, at all!

At least for a little whileBringing out the sunshine,Bringing out the beauty,The artistic loveThe creativity,The Humanity,That we shouldAll love to practice,Always, not onlyFor a while.Is it not so?That the poet’s wordsAre worth, at least a smileThink about itAt least,For a little while.Thank you.

That it’s not even kept upIn those who have sworn,‘The Truth and nothing but the Truth,‘So, help us God’Please….

And whisper to the Wind,Let’s go together, you and I,As romantic dreamers do,So It complies,And, carries my words away,Into the deep dark night of oblivion,And as a player in a lost-cause-play,A tremor starts to tear me apart,In the darkness of a World without a heart,That We cannot change, the wind and I,So I cry,But, we…