Living passions
Are the Arts,
A fluidity not rationed
Instantly,
Sets them apart.
Life’s adventure
Always different
As an ever burning hearth,
Love, the feeling that inspires
As the Artist’s inner fires
Become mirrors of his art.
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I love to love, my love,
The Spirit’s there,So I don’t care,What others are made of.So lovingly, I cling to thee,In sweetness or despair,With you my life will always beSomething, I want to share.
How do you explain?
Fathom the depths,Of feelings that come,Spontaneously.How do you explain Love?That no one can time,Springing, sometimes in a second,That you cannot see coming,Spontaneously.How do you search in your soul?For all the mysteries,That make you the person,You are or should be,Fulfillingly.
We’re a strange lot,
Sliding up and down,Moody steeple,Want and want not,What can you trustOr trust not?Who can help you thru the dark?Life is no amusement park,Explanations one or many,Let me know if you chose any.
Eyes that speak
Looks that melt inside of me,What you tell meWith your eyesAre the feelingsYou can’t hide,And those looks,They go beyondAnythingThat words can say,Only looks so full of Love,Can reach outAnd speak that way.Looks of Love,So priceless, sweet,Passions thatIn Heavens meet.
What Is going On!
CIVILITY,GONE!Like screamingHYENAS.Opposite political sidesATTACK,Each other.No longerA civilized CountryJust a raw NIGHTMARECreated by thoseWho want to runFor office,To have POWER,Complete CONTROLAs they breakOur backs,And DESTROY, ALL!Conclusion:RESPECT, CIVILITYHYENASATTACKNIGHTMARE,POWERCONTROL,DESTROY, ALL.
There is a Magic Potion,
That lives nearby the Ocean,Of Creativity.We really can’t explain it,No matter how we try,Maybe the answer lies in,The secret tears we cry.