Enjoy what you do,

Of Treasures,We received so much,But Nothing like,Life giving Trees,The fruits, the oxygen, the rain,Of Life the early seeds containBest Friends, our Trees they do remainFor precious Life, they do sustain.

GlowingAll over, the placeThis LoveHas no face,Just Grace,Its calledPoetry.

Poetry.Nothing you can really see,Pricks inspiration,Guides the Train to the station,The poet travels, thru his poem,To lands and myths unknown,By mystery woven,By imagination sownThat try to say so much,That sometimes even,With just one image,Can Heaven touch.

Where all good soulsMust go,Where there’s no pain,Just love insane,Where heartsJust palpitate and grow.Give me,That hallucinating glow,Teach meWith your wanting eyesThe secrets of Love’s sea,Love’s tides,Keep me in your tender armsAnd never let me freeDon’t you understand?That only loveCan make life flowAnd that my soulWill only your love,Ever want or ever know.

Writing Poetry,Even if not the best,Your soul is at rest,And your mind fancy free,Love reaching Poetry,That is what you areAnd will forever be.

I cannot believe in Compassion,While Murder is in fashion,And we hate one another,With such morbid Passion.