Happiness

From Greece to our times,They have sung to LoveMillions of times,Never giving up,The Hope to find it.

To the sky,No matter where I fly,The blue of new, disappears,Or slowly dies,Before, headed towards a moving train,Now, the voyage at the station stops,There is no theater left in me,No dreams, no hopes, no props,Just, giving up.

Not interested in money,From flower to flower,Flips, does she,In her life’s danceShe’s a conformist,Not a sinner or a spinner,Not even worriedAbout what’s for dinnerJust goes from day to day,Nonchalantly, freeHow lucky we would beIf our lives were as simpleAs the life of the Busy Bee.

I know by now there is no magic,And that we’re all a bunch of dopes.

Steals us awayAnd even thoughWe don’t worshipAny of those godsAnymore, they still,Remain alive, interveneIn the creative spirit,From far away,As blessed, beautifulMysterious giftsInspiring the arts,Especially,Poetry and poetsIncredibly close toThe Greece, where allArt was born,To where our heartsBelong,Even today!

Disorientation,Her gracious heart she’d lend,She’d hear me till the end,Without impatience,My heart and soul, she’d mend.Like a sweet gracious song,She’d cheer me up,Not letting me give upOr stare into an empty cup,She gave me courage and hope,When all was closing in,Being at the end of my rope.Later,Destiny and circumstances,Had us part ways,In different directions,Our lives…

Where are they now?It seems to be all over,Looking for that four leaf clover,Over…illusions not knocking at my door,Reality keeps saying, nevermore,I know…When certain loves are gone,It’s hard to feel the morning Sun.

That kind of attraction,Mixed in with some charm,That does so much good,And to others, no harm,The kind of magic,All wish that they had,A benediction,With nothing to add.

The hand stops feeling,But more the heart,Finally wakened, to realizeThat all that matters,Is how you Lie!

Nerves, Bones, Blood,A soul we can’t seeBut are told that existsIn a fiery, turbulent flood.A desire to loveThat can hate in a twist,A complicated puzzle,Of good and bad,That you don’t want to meetIf not properly clad.

Can alleviate their soul,Communicate with others,Artistically,Becoming together,Whole.

Things that follow you,A lot!Lost in Life’s frenzy,Do we ever stop to thinkThat we’re all little topsSpinning in life’s heat,Spinning a lot,In Life’s lost road,Hearts that beat,Afraid and weakKnowing not where to go,Nor even, what to seek.

Maybe the greatest discovery,Since man invented the wheel.

The Clink-Tons are some pair,Bonnie and Clyde, never had their, style,But why should anyone care?

And faded out of sight,A mountain has its morning light,Shinning with Hope that will delight,Life sometimes has that too,But when the fighting years are done,What will be left of you?

I want to know,Please tell me why?Must I confront,This great unknown,Today, tomorrow,All alone?Is there no one who can, pray, tell,Why we do laugh and cry so well?It’s Universal, as you know,So laugh and cry, and just let go.It’s all a part of Life’s weird show.

And those who kill,What a difference,In the useOf their Free Will!

EverythingSooner or laterIs put intoPersonal gear,We are self-centered,Selfish, egotistsThat is clear,Even if ‘socialism’And brotherhood,Are occasionallyCheered!

Not interested in money,From flower to flower,Flips, does she,In her life’s danceShe’s a conformist,Not a sinner or a spinner,Not even worriedAbout what’s for dinnerJust goes from day to day,Nonchalantly, freeHow lucky we would beIf our lives were as simpleAs the life of the Busy Bee.

Not even PoetryHelps,In finalAnd definitiveSeparation.

You love it madlyOr not at all.It’s like beingForever, enamored,With Life’s Song,That you carryForever.In the innermostPart of your Soul.

So old and yet so young,Out of our deepest feelingsYou are spun,A singing birdThat flies,From soul to soulSo that Love and Hope,Are never done.

Even though,I can’t see you,I feel,You’re such a delight,‘Impossible’ said the Light,If I were to fully appear,You would disappear,And I would die of fright.Signed,Fantasy Inc.

We have two hands too,Time affects us all so much!It’s Life that unstoppably moves,From beginning to end,Messages sent,Loves that are bent,Testing our fortitude,Time that is spent,Forging our livelihood.We all move in Time and Space,Let’s make our lives meaningful,Hands working with creative grace,Not fabricating thorns but lace.