So much at stake
And yet!
Like dogs chasing,
Chasing their tails
In the abusive
World of Politics,
Nothing new
Under the sun,
The same lies and abuse,
The same disregard,
For Citizens and Country
Being served, poisonous hash
On a, no burger
Empty, stale, abusive Bun
No, ladies and gentlemen
Nothing new, under the sun!
When I no longer feel alive,I see great paintings and revive,Or watch a classic, flowing film,That lights the room however dim.I love all Art,For art is life,All that we carry way inside,The best of life’s spiritual riteThat moves our sentimental tideAll that transcends and reaches wide,That brings us close and so to findThe link between…
You’re the deepest, living feeling,That has ever lived in me,All my feelings, All together,Now belong in your caress,Tell me that you feel the same way,So my life, it can then be blessed.
Made of feelings,That do dare,Even, the purityOf white SwanChallenge and flair,Everywhere.
Everyday to paint a scene,Of some wonder, never seen.
You love it madlyOr not at all.It’s like beingForever, enamored,With Life’s Song,That you carryForever.In the innermostPart of your Soul.
With the Person,But with the Ideal,That Person represents,An abstract wonder,In your heart and in your head.Is it possible?Is it so?Please tell me,I so would Love,To know!
