And to none,
‘Who are you,
That you are forever, young? ‘
‘I am Love,
And have been around
Since the world begun’
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Because poets can dream
Sea of discovery,The world of fantasyThe mind can travel free.There is a line that’s crossedWhen poems come acrossAnd sparkle inwardly.Communicative spiritMore felt,As ever freeAnd inner worldsDo come across,Surrealistically.Reveling secretsNo one knows,Except thru Poetry.
When Corruption is so deep that
There is no hope left,It’s only a matter of time till,Total decay and crumbling happens,Becoming the fatal destinyOf every dissolute and perverted nation,That has planted and grown the seedsOf its own devastation.
I have come to the conclusion,
About all that we’re about,What is good and what is bad?What is true and what is sad?What is man, forever mad?Nothing known, and nothing fixed,Makes the World a ‘dangerous mix’
Simply said, Deeply felt,
All the InnocentsThat so sadly lost their lives,On that fatal day,Fellow Americans and Others too,We shall always honor and remember,All of you.
You start feeling something,
Living,And it comes,Like a torrent of molten Lava,The immaculate conception,Of inner creation,From where and how?Secretive sensation,Like Love,No one has ever been able,To explain its formulation,But there it is, done,The most enigmatic mystery,Of all creation,Artistic revelation.
You’ve got to read everything,
If you want to find the truth,Maybe?Even look, under a Queen’s royal wig,And then be taken to the Tower,Or quickly escape,And after all this nonsense,Go take a shower.