A sluggish performer
And a smoldering burner,
But when it comes to,
Poetry and Art,
There I’m always ready to take part,
In the best endeavors
Of the Human Heart.
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Don’t write just to write,
Downs and heightsDarks and brights,They should be truthful,Never try to capitalizeOn the misfortune of others,Or provoke chaotic gutters,And if the winds are rightWrite about Love,With true, heartfelt delight,Save the World,With Love’s great might,As you write.
Are we dreaming
Said the poetTo his dream,Or did weCreateOne anotherAnd we’reBoth,Just but a dream.
Ups and Downs,
One after anotherIn rapid succession,Euphoria and sadness,Can coexist?Nothing is stable,Above all bliss,Lucky those,Who nothing wantExcept a kiss,A little affection,Can sometimes help usSo much happier, exist.
Sometimes, you’ve got,
You’re tired of thinking,Just want to go away,On a moonlit ship,That no one can sway,In an absurd world,Of untruths that prey,Upon your sanity,In a political way.So tired of arguments,That just aren’t true,Throughout History,It seems, Nothing is new,At the foot of the Forum,You hear a Patrician say,‘I have a mental club,For you all, today’,‘People, don’t speak,Don’t…
I like to write,
That I can fight,Ignorance.I like to write,It’s an escape,But not a cape,To cover up,Truth.I like to write,Because my feelings flow,And thru them I know,Communication.I like to write,To try to make things right,For life, for peace,For Humanity.I love to write,Because I might,Just make it thru the night,Without you.I love to write,Because it makes me feel alright,While…
Where did you go,
The thought of youJust lingers on and onA flowing painThat never leaves meGoing on, and onAnd on!For so many yearsAlready, passed by,GonePiercingMy thoughtsAnd my heart,Misery,Served a la Carte.