And I loved you deeply, like before,
When in my younger years,
We had met,
With a passion hard to get,
Thru material unrest,
With a love, closer to obsession,
Loving you now,
More than anything else.
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The World is ours,
To make it better,To make it fair,Dominion of chieftains,Wear and Tear,The very fabric,Of Human Care.
As human beings, not all there,
We really don’t know what we want,We come and go and always rant,We experiment with torture, sex,We don’t know if we’re great or wrecks,Psychiatry is no great help,A Mystery the Human Self.
Up and down
Life moves,MysteriouslyIn leaps and bounds,It’s greatest treasureIt’s sweetest soundIs surely, Love,If ever found.
Poetry feeds,
Of our Humanity,As if to make,A better World,Where All can live,In Harmony.
I like to dream,
Oreos and cream,So what?I like to writeOn petals tooAnd if you couldWhy shouldn’t you?I like to thinkThat All are good,And just a littleMisunderstood,I love to think,That Love exists,Never behindSomeone’s closed fist,I like to dreamOf you and me,Though that has beenMy unaccomplished,Symphony.
Enjoy a Poet’s world,
The mysteries, the rapture sweet,Only the Soul commands,The writing from the heart,That does set us apart,And lets us sing, a precious hymn,That may be Life’s new start.