Who are seeking someone
Qualified
To lead them out of darkness…
They will always feel their lives,
Have a meaningful connection
To one another.
With a purpose to be validated!
And the willingness to follow,
Kept undenied.
Since an observation solicited,
Provides a confirmation
That a participation has occurred.
And should be duly noted.
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They would have preferred I had been a clown,
I knew they would discovered that…And finding me,Who I am as seen…Quite the same.I am still the one they have called names.And also the oneThey will come to for truth!Since that is all that will be sustained,Inside the environment they have discoveredAs my domain!And it’s all strange to me,How this was done!Not behind them at…
I’m not trying to be Maya,
Or digest Langston’s treasures…To outdo the views of Mister Hughes.But poets who can show emotions,With insights known isn’t easy to pursue.These are the ones,Who can do it making sense.Inspirations they are…With a knack to pen a clarity,Once covered and thickly dense.I am not trying to be a James Baldwin,Or write the way an August Wilson…
Am I too old?
Have I waited too long,To contemplate my fate?Have I too many memories…And not enough time?Is there too much of ‘me’Behind the walls of limitation,I find myself confined.Is there too much I am trying to comprehend?Instead of realizing,I am doing just fine within!And would do even better…Discovering new adventures.Who am I to censor,The arrival of gloomy…
Void of perception…
Some don’t understand.Many are inflicted with mind limits.With no benefits…To assist this supply,That has gotten out of hand.Face to face with truth,Is useless without eye contact.Saying something as fact…Can not be backed up by heresay!YetIt happensBut it shouldn’t!Yet it does and can offer,Considerations for conflict.This is the kind of sick that is unaware,Of it existing.No…
Bolted deep in it.
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,From a knit to slip!Bolted deep in it.With a tightened grip that fits.And bolted deeper just to keep,Mouths closed with silenced lips!An upper hand is now commanding,Everyone to take a stand.And those who choose to bicker and moan,Are left with their antics alone!An upper hand is now commanding,With…
He came along to make claims.
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That Poetry is an absolute waste of time,
Not worth a coffee dime,
But how wrong they are,
Poetry is a soul cleanser,
A purification blender,
An art defender,
A maker of Stars,
That tells you who and what you are,
Not a human pretender,
But a deep Dreamer,
That keeps dreams close,
At hand, never very far.
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Poetry,
Of new born RosesSurrounds thee,As you surround my soulWith new born visionsOf poetic benedictionsBeneath,Love’s magic fertile treeOf creativityI live butFor your call,Or not at all.
Sometimes,
Too much!When intensity’sToo great,You become a poetEven at an early age,To give ventTo all that passionTo content,Life’s deep compassionTo express,And to give birthTo all the love,You cannot ration.
Who,
Living,Clarifies a littleStudy and investigating,A little more,But Life, Us,The UniverseRemain a Mystery,Forevermore!
Love, lovely, lovingly
Don’t you, also feelThey’re just about,The bestWe have around.
No,
Fulfillment awaits,For those who have found it,It’s like livingIn an independent Star,No,Nothing else matters,Because,‘There you are! ‘And the whole World sings,And no matter how many thingsMay be going wrong,Love always heals,With its miraculous song.
Like the air that circles by,
Your beloved presence, here,Indispensable, my Dear,When I know that you’re not near,Black, dark Shadows break all Light,Life becomes a useless sight,In the sadness of the night.Without you, there is no me,Being has just stopped to be,Oneness is so obsolete,Two hearts should as one now beat,Only Love can Life complete.
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Happiness, does exist
But is it not, just about
The most looked for,
Overrated, Fairy Tale
That in our History
Exists?
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What will we be tomorrow,
A Robot or a Sparrow?A Soul without a dream?Or even Be? Tomorrow!
Once Spring has sprung,
To take some shape and form,And I remember, oh so wellThat time when love is born.How strange it isWhen strangers meetAnd suddenly, it’s Dawn!And in their hearts,All springtime starts,The moment Love is born.
We will sail across the sea,
In a ship full of sweet words,That no one has ever heard,All those words belong to me,But I’ll share them, you will see,For in the poetic world,All is possible, I’ve heard.All my words will be your crown,With my love, your life surround,For forever in their sound,Music flows towards ecstasy,Love projects its fantasy,How much better can…
It is for those,
And understand,How poetry flowsThat its wordsAre openly, written,For thoseThat thinkWith a loving heart,Because poetic feelingsShouldn’t be hiddenThey must come to lifeAnd be life giving.
Today,
In an electrified, hypnotically dangerous environmentComputerized and dehumanized, this World of Social MediaWith its endless and mostly pointless Chitter-Chats,And that’s That.
How much can you dream?
Loneliness, a stifling agent,Poetry its faithful, bluffer.
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Believe in love,
No matter what
It is all we have left,
As time goes on,
Loving someone or something
Very much!
It’s what saves us
From collapsing
And just folding up,
We must keep loving
Just to continue living,
Keep the heart beating
Survive,
And believing
That love is so fulfilling
As it is healing,
Generously,
Keeping us alive.
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I try to weave
Thru poeticFeelings,Images that areHealing,That rest the soulsFrom anxietiesAnd try to cradleLove’s immaculate call.
In our children,
Probably,That is why,Teach them well,In goodness, beauty and morality,(If they still exist)So that your spirit,Leaves some perfumed sails behind,That will cross the seas of Time,With good Teachings,That are sage, just and kind.
Far beyond,
Oh Endless sea!You and meFar reaching,Castles in the sandOf blue toned fantasies,Ever changing, ever youngMysterious silent filter,Where all life has onceBegun.Since forever, you inspireDreams of emerald fantasiesSailing, sailingDeep blue waters,Inspiration, blue translationInto waves of poetry.
Disturbing and pleasing,
Once tasted,Necessity, tugsAs a MustAnd you crave itsBiting, lust,That serenades,The dustWe are allMade of.
Poetry,
That is simply so unique,The way it stresses, feelings, wordsNot sold at any boutique.Poetry, cradles feeling,As if it were her child,And makes us go into Beauty’s throw,With the strokes of some words,With a movement, not blurred,Of a pen, a heart and of Life.
It’s very sad without you,
And all the things about you,Haunt me softly everywhere.It’s very sad without you,Just pain is in your place,I can’t go on without you,The World, I cannot face.The emptiness around me,That you so fully filled,Is now what does surround me,And so it always will