Emotionally yours,

And there they stay.They’re not real,They’re fiction’s prey,One cannot live from IllusionsUnfortunately,Even if its hard, poeticallyTo admit,And even if is so painfullyDifficultFor a poet, to say.

Of presenting and judging,Itself!Without the necessityOf wearing a hood,When it’s goodIt’s unforgettableWhen it’s bad,It’s just horrid!

Saber tooth Tigers remain,Dripping with the blood of the Innocent,Men are disgraced by their Hate,The non-guilty seem to always pay,For no crimes committed,For the hate that won’t go away.

To become favored in our mind,And stay in memory, for ever.

And I loved you deeply, like before,When in my younger years,We had met,With a passion hard to get,Thru material unrest,With a love, closer to obsession,Loving you now,More than anything else.

All they can thru might,They live blindly in their tower,Crushing most of what is right.