They sustain, my breath, my vision,
My length of humanism,
There is so much I want to express!
Words allow me, this intimate caress.
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My poetry is made of tears,
They accentuate my lonely fears,But calm, me when you are not near.My tears are mine and mine alone,They’re sadness that no one can own,They’re part of loving you so much,A Love that only tears can touche.
‘You can’t buy love, ‘
Viva!Long LiveThe old cliché.Nor by force, inciteTrue friendshipAnd loyalty,A truth for thoseWho Nothing, haveAs well as for,Wealthy, Royalty!
Fantasy
Where wouldYou rather be?I couldn’t chooseAnd that isWhy,It seems to meI tryTo write,What someMight call,A sort ofPoetry…AlwaysFloatingBetween,Two Seas.
Life is Strange,
It obeys no rules,Is afraid of no danger,Soothing the emptinessOf fears and loneliness.
Curiously,
Travel, silentlyAnd we inspire one another,Poets feeling, other Poets’Poetry,But the warmth that comesFrom that invisible,Collaboration,Is as natural asCan be,Close to loveFor one another,Seriously.
Our minds are polluted
Hate that feeds violence,Violence that feeds,Lying, power grabbers,That in every opportunityThey have, areHanging truth fromThe highest towerOut of reach,From pity and goodnessDevouring our finest hour,Where truth and compassionShould be upheld,Instead of Political,Dictatorial power.