Curious,

Wish we could bottle, the stuffAnd make the World much better.

In the World’s uncertain Train,Love is Life’s most precious gain.

It can’t be cut out or eliminated,It just stagnates,In thin smoky-grey cloudsThat don’t rain or alleviate,The sadness it shouts out.,

And they’ll write just a few lines,That condense the thoughts in Time,That can even sometimes rhyme.

That darkly loomInside lagoons,That sometimes are like hell.We humans cannot face things,Those things we cannot tellThat silently, remain unfreeInside each one’s, inkwell.

In my corner,Like littleJack HornerBut I won’tBe eating, pie.I’ll be watching lifeGo by,I’m tired, and I’m beatenI have finally acceptedLoneliness,And I promise, I won’t cry(tiny whimper)Or least, I’ll try,Not to cry……

I don’t,I don’t care,I don’t dare,Question it,It doesn’t matter,It’s just there,And everywhere,Within me,Inside and out,Free,Consuming,Haunting,Painfully,Passionately,Possessing me,Like in a Dream,I ambulate,Feel my way,Blindly,Thru the Valley of Love.

On which we rely,In our human darknessFor light and guidance,When all seems to failIn our lives,So fragile and paleSo easily, derailedOnce our tenuous happinessHas sailed,The Light of the MoonWill prevail.

Maybe?Don’t go by the book,I improvise,However, my favoriteRecipeIs alphabet soup,Nourishing,With audacityBody and mind,Loving all words,I find.

Love traveled the Planet,Endlessly,Just to find,That Life is onlyA dream like moment,Of Fantasy.

Wonderful, to be and see,One great big spiritual,Family,What more pleasure,Can there be?Than these invisible ties,That unite UsIn true humanity.

Beauty is to be shared,With all those that ever cared,About Life, about Mystery,About Love and its Victory.