Like an empty sigh,
While Time swallows
My time,
And Poetry, just stares
Me in the face,
Saying,
You’re mine and only Mine!
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Lets break the ice,
And scorching hot!Let’s tell each otherWhat we did notDare say,When, Love was youngAnd tomorrow,Had the timeTo become,Our yesterdays.
It’s wonderful
And drown yourselfIn Words,And if you’reVery lucky!Say thingsNo one has heard.
Yes,
On white pages,On traveling clouds,Pure and sweet,That Time defeat,Still have ideals,What is written from the heart,Heals!
Where do our verses come from?
From our deepest within,From love and not sinFrom compassion for all,As good feelings, they win.To create, to write,Whatever art you may practice,Feeling is key,No feeling, no art work,That can communicate,The artist’s sincerity.
Boo, It’s me,
The Xmas tree,Keep the spirit alive,Of giving, living,Above all,Staying free,Help others,All year,Constantly,And blessed beOf Life the Tree.
Corruption leaves no choice,
Both feet in the fire,Reputation smear,We are facing an election,As never been seen before,Two candidates for the Presidency,That you can ask yourself, ‘What for? ‘,No decency, honor left,We have fallen to incredible frights!Now, as we turn off the lights,It’s time for Shame to close the door,Before, we call it a night.