Warm like summer,
Cold like snow
Ups and Downs,
Anger and joy,
As if our hearts,
Were there to destroy.
Human emotions,
Don’t understand,
Most of us need therapy,
Just even to stand,
And who says the Therapist,
Can give you a hand,
A perfect stranger,
In your psychotic land.
Human emotions,
Who does really care?
If you’re lost and lonely
In Life’s empty chair,
Looking for the answers
That never are there,
Looking for the Love
Ready to share.
What is right and what is wrong,Depends on Who’s singing The Song,That Power wrote for Sing Along.
Misunderstood,Thrown in a corner,No can, no could,No love, no would,Alone,Who should,Go on?Pity,Those loveless ones,All Alone,In moonless ponds.Waiting for the sun.
That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.
Lost, gone too far, Lost, gone forever?Not knowing where or who you really areOr if you’re coming apart at the seams,Trying to live, too many dangerous dreams.
The wealth of imagination,The love for people of every nation,Humanity’s elevation.Born from the wind of inspiration,Their poetry carries sensations,Feeling that Life is so preciousA miraculous flower, it is,To be blessed and respected,With all the Love that exists.Once a poet, always a poet,For they dream like nobody else,Of cream covered mountains,Of oceans of Freedom,Of Love gushing…
Thoughts of you surround me,Never done.Love is like that,It’s beginning without end,It’s the deepest ever feeling,That we have for one another,Upon which our lives depend.
