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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I met you,
Since then,The StarsCan’t even tell meWhy!From youI cannot,Be Apart,What have you done?How dare you stealMy broken heart!
Because,
So muchOf the same,There is noDefinite nameTo call this.Hello!Invisible,Soul!I feel yourCloseness,And I feelAt peace,It’s goldenAnd I amGrateful,For it all.
Please, Per favore,
And forked tongue,Not veil my thoughts and words,I want to be sincerely clear,Not ‘perfectly clear’, like the Riddle Makers,That so often are Political Fakers,The terrible dehumanized Joker,That at the table of life, plays Poker.I want to communicate, Clearly,Sincerely, with all the Truth,That can eliminate all falsehood,And History’s dark past.I want to be the torch,Not the…
Precious Love,
Feel,Within the heart,The dearest warmthThat ever was,Transporting us,From emptiness,To everlastingHappiness,Heavenly blessed.
Time’s projection,
How many minutes in a day?How many seconds in a Lifetime?Life, just flies away,And we are but units of Time,Ticking away,With all our imperfections.
If Poetry
Should ever end,Where would we goTo cry our tears,To share our fears,To stay aliveWhere, could we go?