Greatness is not in the eye of the beholder,

To do the very best we can,And not do harm to fellow man.

The rhyme and rhythmOf Love,It’s intense feelingIt’s inner song,That we can’t resistThat speaks onlyTo the soul.Art, music and poetryIn all its forms, areThe unviolated StarThat everyone can own,That we cannot resist,For it speaks onlyTo the soul,A benediction of feelingsThat is democratically,Owned,Dove’s purityBeauty’s throneFountain of blessingsFulfillment of all souls,That lovingly embraceThis spiritual union,Its everlasting call.

Maybe?Don’t go by the book,I improvise,However, my favoriteRecipeIs alphabet soup,Nourishing,With audacityBody and mind,Loving all words,I find.

Elected or not,A very dangerousTool,And prone to terribleAbuse!To use it wiselyTo benefit,The electoral majorityIs seldom,A political, rule.Power!The right measureSo seldom,Or never, found,Rights, drowned,Abuse, SubterfugeDeception, DishonestyAnd Tyranny,Is mostly what’s around.

Of classical music,Nor am I able to read notes,A language, I will never quote,All I know is that whenI hear some heavenly melody,Love and eternity speak to me.

Said the Artist,To his Art.And from then on,They were neverFound apart.