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In the magnitudeAnd vastness,Of an infinitely largeUniverse,Gazing at the starry sky,Not really knowingWhere to go,Lost in the wilderness of timeAs the rustling trees around usSoftly whisper,Why? ,Why am I here?And why must I liveTo die?

To express, The Dream,The Love of Life,The Soul,The Love of Nature,The Human Song,And Human LoveAt it’s Peak.

The giant is eating,His cold red beet soup,And the World may burning,Good morning, to soot,While our government cheaters,May think that’s mundane,Only some dirt,On the World’s window pane,That doesn’t affect us,So nothing we’ll doTill it’s really too lateAnd were burned in the stew.

Death of the spirit,Death of the soul,When you cannot,Love at all?

Would that still attach you,To my Magic World?If I were to tell you,How you fascinate,Would you still embrace me?Even though it’s late.If I were to give you,Just this Magic Word,Would you then accept it,Not think it’s absurd?Oh, I have no answers,For you’re far away!Life is just Mysterious,black and white and gray.Epilogue:Happiness delirious,Never seems to stay,Solitude…

Is a miracle.Whether sadOr enthusiasticGay or pathetic,BrilliantOr just simply written,For it can translateCherished, secretsInner feelingsOf a lifetimeof a second, of a day,Into precious worded songsThat stay,Unforgettably sublimeThat remain as written,Sentiments, friendsLive souvenirsIn a most unusual,And inexplicable way.Palpitating, alive,With soul reachingTenderness,Conquering Time!Lovingly, sincerelyEvery good poemA miracle,Breathing immortalityThrough love and inspirationIn a most mysterious way.

What Life’s Play is all about,All I know is Love’s the Wonder,For our lives not to go under,And of that I have no doubt.

There’s an Explosion and a lesion,That cuts right thru an unknown zone,These are the great Poetic Visions,The sounding paintings, Metaphors,And words that cross just every Season,And leave you richer than before.

That poetry is Never,A foeThat poetry will go,Further than any force on Earth,To put a stop to injustice,Equalize, the diverse,Plant gardens of feelings,With Roses so appealingThe Heavens will Burst into Love,Poetry,Never Enough.

They take our lives away,Make us old and feeble, on the wayI hate Time!I don’t know how to keep it,Sweep it or beat it!So I disregard itBut its always there,Counting the minutes,In its lair.

Someplace in the Universe,A long empty space,With no columnsLike a tunnel,Just like HellNo light, no hands,No souls, no faceTo communicate,Vacated, silentThe pitch black darknessOf a Bottomless wellSo hold on to your love,Never to solitude,The bloodOf an innocentLoving, DoveShould not be usedTo hide it,And if love is foundDo not misguide itNever give inTo solitude’s sins.

But you had to, exclusivity is not your style,You have so many admirers,So many wanting you now and Always.Our Lives revolve around you,After all, you are omnipresent, ever pleasantPalpitating, devastating, life-giving LOVE,The greatest and strongest, Human DesireOur life our soul, consumed by your Fire.

But by now, I know,That unfortunately,And sadly so,The Forces of Evil, rule.

In Poetry,Nothing, should be concealed,The flow must be constant,Clear and grand,Like a bell that has finally,Found its true land,Feelings and words,Then do intertwine,Poetry touches,A cord that’s divine.

Do flow,Sometimes stronger,Sometimes slow,Sometimes passionately so,Sometimes gone, so long agoExplanation?We don’t know.Love,Deep emotion, so insane,Sometimes happy,Sometimes pain,Sometimes all of it in vain,Sometimes with a sudden rain,Love can bloom, be born again,Then all other disappears,Life regains it’s Mystery,And Becomes, just You and Me.

What makes us live?What makes us still,Keep searching love?Is it that maybeWay withinThere’s still some goodnessThat will win.

Life is not what one supposesBecause of Love and Roses,We never have enough.

Where Lies and Scandals flourish,And No One is to blame.