I’m tired of speaking to the wall,
Or looking at white sheets of paper
Where all my words stall,
Neither wall, nor paper, care at all!
Where do I go from here?
To a glass of red wine, or a beer?
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I see a light in the distance
Night so black and lonely,Moon so lonely litBy a light somewhere in Heaven,Where Hope, may still exist.
I am me and my poetry,
I love to feel, the words that heal,The palpitating Earth,The Earth where All that lives begins,The Mother of all living things,Of all that’s given birth.I love the trees that make us breath,The red rose passion that does bleed,I love the Ocean, the salt breeze,All satisfy my every need.The trees, the rose, the ocean blue,The Earth…
Poetry,
We cannot seeThe loves just dreamt,But fancy freeThe World on fire,Passionately,Romantic-Symbolism,Traversing TimeSo endlesslyEmotional Earthquake,To senses and soulLike nothing else,Can ever Be!
‘Sweet Land of Liberty’,
Can’t hide behind old Rhymes,The once goodness that was taught,The pride, in doing the right thing,In spreading through the World,Liberty’s harmonious ring,That enormous blessing has been destroyedInstead we are told to cultivate, the Void.The Truth is there,The Country layeth bare,In the hands of Incompetence and Hate,Of lies carefully woven and spread by the state,America, you’ve…
Embrace the sky,
Give the bestThat you can giveDonate progress.Make Love your theme,And Truth your Hope,Delight in Nature’s scene,Make others happy,Make things betterThan they seem,It doesn’t hurt to dreamSomewhere, somehow,Dreams do come true,Be a better you.
Man knows how to impose,
That is why we have to scheme,And plan our own infinity.