With his pen,
Send visions of supernatural feelings,
Hurling through the skies,
From the outer space of his mind,
And then, back into his pen.
Images and feelings coincide,
With sentiments that flow from inside,
So Unpredictable! !
Until the moment When,
It’s right to give sight,
Into his fantasy world of delight,
Where painting with his pen,
Preceded almost always,
By an existential fight,
A poem is born,
Painted with this magic light.
Our life-tree has its notchesWhere Destiny carves its own spheres.We try to protect our Circle,Out of self-preservation and fearBut who can control, the Future, unknown,Where all. will some day disappear.
Not be afraid to start,A peaceful RevolutionOf ideas and feelingsThat opens doors,Leaves prejudice apartTries to be a just judge,Of society, a partAnd above all, loveAll moving parts,Of our sometimesPositive,Human evolution.
All the music of the Universe,In one only verse,What would it say?What would it be like?If it were possible,I think I might die of fright,At the power of the mind.But wishes, so often remain wishes,‘A miraculous Verse, never written’,Only wished in the mind.
We’d love and be in Harmony,With Peace, being our Symphony.
Where can I run?For Sorrow,With its silent gun,Has even stolen,The light of the Sun.
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!
