I may be gone

Better be aware,that they won’t make a dime.But at least, the words are Free,And must always be used,Respectfully.

A world we can embrace, of Art and PoetryA bit of heaven, for us all to see,Creating peace and harmony,Before we have to face,Life’s cruel reality!

History, retracts,Savagery returns, at a stone’s throw,Heads and low spirits in pursuit,Of the inhuman Lunacy of yore,Destructive tendencies, the roots,Of all manipulated War.And little men as rats leap,Standing on their hind legs,Showing their claws,Killing the Innocent,With cowardice and force,Closing of Humanity, the door,As mothers weep,For their sacrificed children,In a lost wild world,Where Lunacy is lord.

Like the pussy catAnd the owl,Went to Sea,Happily,So care free,Love is simply,Heavenly.Just a Rhyme,To waste time,Sometimes Poets,Idiots be,Let off steam,In some stupidity,Feeling good,Felling free.

Not offered to All,Many times, our fragile mindsCan’t handle,Life’s difficult Call.

To breath the fragranceOf your promised land,To search, to want,To understand,The Why of what, we be,The need to be lovedUnconditionally,The want to understandAll of life’sGreat Mysteries,For that we needA helping hand,And faith,In much more than just,What we can touch and see.