Eyes that say no lies,

Poets defy,With their rhythmic cry,Thru all our times,The odds.And if words make it,Out of their pen,What joy is felt,Forever, then!

Gets the best of you,And you lash out, with impunity,Foolishly, with lunacy,Trying to calm your Inner Pain,But you must find a balance,Between reality and insanity,Hard thing to do, I know,If you are an Artist,And a Poet, too

It’s the light of sweet illusions,That speak gently, cradles me,The illusion that Love heals you,That it’s something you will find,That when all is lost behind you,Love can still make Life divine.

To heal the woundsOf hurting, PastBlessed be youSweet Poetry,Love and life,You giveth, me.

But Time is alwaysThere!The great ThiefOf all LifeOf all that’sBeautiful and fair.

Of amazement, Worded Wonder,To be able to tame thunder,And make love the World’s new rule.