Oreos and cream,
So what?
I like to write
On petals too
And if you could
Why shouldn’t you?
I like to think
That All are good,
And just a little
Misunderstood,
I love to think,
That Love exists,
Never behind
Someone’s closed fist,
I like to dream
Of you and me,
Though that has been
My unaccomplished,
Symphony.
If found,Never let it go,The only true pathTo happiness,That Anyone,Shall ever know.
And scorching hot!Let’s tell each otherWhat we did notDare say,When, Love was youngAnd tomorrow,Had the timeTo become,Our yesterdays.
Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.
No force on EarthCan kill the powerOf self-expression!Because,The creative mind,Is always Free,No one can controlIts Liberty,That’s our Victory!Over tyranny.
On the Internet.Who is realAnd who is not?Who is hiding an identityOr some kind of horriblePlot?No its not our imaginationThat carries us awayWhen it comesTo the Shadows of the InternetSherlock Holmes, the famous detectiveWould have had, without a doubtA rather festive, field day,Trying to discover who they wereAnd also many of their plots,As Shadowy shadows…
The Art we loved so much,Of feeling, deep, beyond,The outer shell of chance,The Romance,Once the World did knowWhere, oh, where did it go?‘Gone With The Wind’Romantic glow,How I regret the years,That have passed,And all the beauty that once was,Cast into the swamp of litany,Lost in the shadows,Of non-creativityNever again to see the light,And artistically,To have…
