I don’t write,

The age of sex and stupidity,Of defense of criminal activity,Of mental walls and depravity,Corruption, vice and obscenity,And all other,‘Liberal’ charity.

There will be Poetry,To romanticize our lives,And make Love royalty.

Human or Divine,Escapes your heartbeatHow do you know,So much!And have such clear intuitionAnd spiritual, premonition,Incredible, knowledge and visionThat all your words, amaze usTime and time, again!I love good, unusual peopleOf which there are so few,That, when, by chance one appearsThey’re like an amazing flowerA delightful cool breeze,That softly blows thruLife’s imaginary, lonely trees.

And do not heelTo any politician.The lies and intriguesAre such!That you often wonderWhy in the worldAre they elected?To ever occupy,Any responsible position.

It atrophies,If you do use it,You can become unusual.Worth thinking about,Open closed doors,Let in the light,It’s in your power,To become really bright.

Nasty things just seem to floodThe Nation where I live.I was taught to give,Not to take awayAnd thru the lies of those,Who ‘socially’ want our demiseWe are losing shreds of libertyAnd Democracy, everydayIf they get their way,Our liberty will be the priceWe all, sadlyWill have to pay.