My first choice,
But I did not have the opportunity
To exercise my dramatic voice.
Poetry has helped me,
Express the good ‘demons’ within,
My feelings, my imagination
Sometimes flower, not as sin
But as poems from within,
And I am very grateful
Not to drown in banalities,
Even though I wish the stage
Had been my place, to be.
I would have loved to share
With the audience
Some of the love,
For acting
That always lived in me.
Covering the whole sky,Extending over the Universe,My soul in yours immersed,Hoping not to die,So much in loveWith you, am I.
It was my soulThat finally,Went, closeSo near your heartWaiting for me,BreathlesslyAt last,My Happiness,Was free.
I think so,It’s not difficult to know,How to open Heaven’s gate,Sometimes love just cannot wait,And we Communicate,In ways that only lovers know,With looks, and feelings all a glow,That illuminate our Souls,Without a word, magically, we knowWhen Love arrives, you don’t let go.
And what remains?Does beauty,Still remain,When yearsDo not forget?If you’re goodIt does,If your considerateIt doesIf you loveIt does,Because,LoveNever grows old,It’s strongerDeeper,Than All,The TimeThat flows.
That has been so beautifully composed?Yes, the One you Love.
Even great economic minds,Have fallen into what today is,Buying and selling trash,The US, no better,Debt dangling in the air,Just waiting for an economic Crash,What a World!Made up of cheaters, suckers and saps.It may be too late,But Investors, Beware,It’s really scary out there!Honesty?No one is selling that policy.
