An image hardly touched,
But when, my love,
You love this way,
One word can mean so much!
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Poets love to summarize,
In a few lines, deep and bold,Many magic truths are told.
The rare beauty
When well used,The horrorOf it all,When usedTo Abuse.
Together,
We like it,Or not,Certain Souls,They come together,And their Love is not,Whatever,It becomes a solid knot,It becomes your Life’s,Endeavor,That cannot be torn apart,That can Never be forgotten,And was there right from the start.
The sadness felt,
For all unjustifiableDeath,Kill to Kill,Murder just to murderThe blood they spillWill,Be forever,Savagery!Not yet civilized,Are we?How low lights burnTo darkness,How sad it is,These lovelyInnocents livesNo longer exist.To take the breath of thoseWho have no one hurt,How terribly unjustAnd criminally, condemnableThe pain is great,The method used was, HateThe inhumanity and horrorOf such acts,Will never be erased!My heart…
You and I,
And breath and hug the Sea,We hear Its sound,Its movement, found,Night after night,Hypnotic mystery.Oh, to be Free,And sail the night,In our ship,‘The Fantasy’,And there remain,Never return,To cruel reality
Solitude,
Someplace in the Universe,A long empty space,With no columnsLike a tunnel,Just like HellNo light, no hands,No souls, no faceTo communicate,Vacated, silentThe pitch black darknessOf a Bottomless wellSo hold on to your love,Never to solitude,The bloodOf an innocentLoving, DoveShould not be usedTo hide it,And if love is foundDo not misguide itNever give inTo solitude’s sins.