Fear is a terrible thing!

For it is an elitistAnd difficult Art.Some love poetry,Because it does create images,Sometimes dreams,That can only be seenAnd understood,By a sensitiveSoul, all heart.Some, might say thenIt is irrational, inexistent,And abstractYes,That may be part,But it also,May make us dreamWhen we really,Want to cry and scream,And may, I say mayEven keep some,From falling apart.

The Dark AgesIgnorance, PovertyAnd Religion,The RenaissanceRebirth of theMost Precious Art,Popes, with vision,The era of Deified Kings(dictators in waiting)Giving more hungerAnd, Yes, more Religion!20 and 21st CenturyPolitical BrainwashingPermissiveness,Social-CommunistIgnorance,End of National Pride,Death of DemocracyDownward, quality slideRespect and TruthStrangled on the sideWith ruthless, Sedition.Epilogue,From here onOnly Hell can beNext,We already seeThe Fires BurningDown Shame’s Street.

You don’t knowWhere to go,You don’t knowWhere to go,Or what to doTo keep up life’sChaotic riskAnd still keep livingToo!So tired of this,Long voyageSo spiritless, alone,Where jagged rocksAccumulateAnd solitude,Becomes,A second homeInhabiting,All passing winds,That empty spacesRoam!So tired, spinningThru the world,With empty heartAlone,Just looking forThe proper wayTo ease this vitalPain.Thru traveling windsAnd drowning rain,My pointless lifeRegain…

Piece of paper,I will tryTo give back,As literary lover,Much more,Than I’ve takenSimply loving,Poetry’s,Living act,In the theaterOf wordsThat so expressFeelings,Better than allOther thingsEver heard.

My thoughts come out in Verse,They don’t try to,They just do.

In mystery,As Life flows?That is the secretOf curiosity,And poetry,Going, whereNo one dares to go.