In the Dust Bin,
We humans fabricate it too,
By behaving like Morons,
And knowingly
Indulging,
In so many
Wrong things we do.
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We have no viable leaders,
In the wilderness,Hearts of Stone.
Poetry is the Soul of all language,
A ham and cheese sandwich.
Know
DreamRead Poetry,Absorb its secret nectarIts long lasting unraveledWealth,And a KingdomOf beatitude,Supreme blessednessAnd exaltationWill open for youAll by itself,Without any hesitation,Encompassing,A whole New WorldOf deep and differentUnforgettable, sensations.
Like in a trance,
Surrounding Glory,Of images, of feelings,That emerge like,Scintillating lightsIn spurts, that hurt,Like giving birth,And then, your poetic childIs born, it’s there,He’s gloriously ‘fair’And he becomes yours,Forever, to share,In every breath you take,And you slowly,Glide away together,Like, pure white Swans,In Love, floatingUpon Life’s Crystal Lake.
Feelings, Musicality,
Strings of Heart,Just come apart,The Happiness it brings!
Poet,
Juggling Words,Into position.