Where people are resistant,
To hate, where Love exists.
Give me a New world,
Where Art Appreciation,
Becomes part of a Nation,
Instead of drugs and tricks.
Give me a New World,
Where Truth still has a chance,
Where Tyrants don’t exist,
Where Hands are to advance,
A chance for Life, Not missed.
Epilogue:
The United States was once that World,
Where now, Initiative is well deferred,
Where Thoughts, Ideas begin to wilt,
As those in power show no Guilt!
The approach was right,The outcome, painfully,Subjective,One sided, so divided,As the Earth is from the Sea.And as I walked away,Not knowing what to say,There, was this light within me,Always there,Not letting up,Lingering, so painfully,A sentimental journey,Of a love never to be,But still vividly burning,Deep, inside of me.
It just happens,Without frontiers.But many are the loveless,Held back tears,If love doesn’t happen,Life disappears.
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
AttractionTo a perfect stranger,Of whom, so oftenWe really, knowNothing aboutYet becomes,More importantThan life itself,And without whom,It’s impossible,To be happyOr even enjoyLife,Ever again!
That’s born within all Poetry,That makes us feel deep sentiments,Transports us to Worlds without end.Is Poetry the French perfume,That saves the spirit from its doom?Or is it like, Bolero DanceThat holds you in a lifetime’s trance,In love with what you see and feelWhile traveling thru this special landOf sincere love and outstretched hand,Where evil thoughts…
