Where then does poetry go?
Straight to the heart,
As far as we know,
After that,
It becomes inner light,
Holding onto feelings,
So very tight.
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Nautilus,
Bodies of waters that share,Adventure and Mystery,Of the bold, those that dare,Discovery,Sailing,Not one but all Seas.Nautilus,Sailing the Sea,For the poet,The oceans are beloved,Endless,Sources of Poetry.
Chanson d’Amour,
Forget me not,You’re all I’ve got.An echo soft,Of love that’s lost,Sings in the breeze,Hides in the trees.The soft lament,The breaking heart,I know My Love,No end, no start.
As much as I have
Human natureNever pretendingTo have exhausted,The possibilitiesOf understandingOur dementia,I am ready to give up.Unjustified hate,Cruelty, murderIs something so, irrationalSo inhumanly insaneI can no longer,Try to understandNor this injustice,Pretend to silently take.Since man saw manCain saw Abel,In the promised landSince immemorial, timesWe’ve been killing,Slandering, each otherTo steal things fromOne anotherPossessions, lifeHow can we trust thoseThat speak hateThat…
Lonely hearts cry,
To look up to.Without Love, they say,You wither away,Dancing each day,The depressing Ballet,Of ‘I miss you’,While Autumn Leaves sway,In the loneliest way,Dying away without youNever again, ever to say,In the bright light of day,‘I Love You’.
Much more than desire
And if it’s never burned youThen you haven’t lived,No, you haven’t lived at all.
The Mysteries of the Mind,
What? Cubism?Paths that wind and intertwine,Going where?To doubts and scares,Reaching for the Stars,But downward stares,Lost in Paradise,And nobody, cares.The Mysteries of the Mind,Sometimes,They keep us out of touche,Even with ourselves,And yet, it is Mystery, as suchThat makes us feel so much,And pushes us to care.