I write what I feel

Being strangled,Mercilessly.Oh my Country, my Country!How sad can it be,We’ve lost our home,Without fighting,Silently,You and me,In this Country by the sea,Someone came in the Night,And stole our Liberty.

Have answers!At timesMystery is quietA disagreeable pranksterThat encircles truth,And we find no answersTo so many of ourRuminating questionsLimited by the balustradeOf purposeful deceptionTo impede the conceptionOf clear and true ideasIn other words,The Truth,So hard to find,So hard to tell.And so,Life unfolds,Full of crackling doubtsAnd subversive questionsThat no one wants to answer,That always seemTo leave doubts,In…

The Liberty of saying,What you have to say.

Am I to you?Sometimes I feel,The Ocean spray,Telling me things,That you convey,Others, I feel you,Far away,Up in the Wind,That just won’t stay.But I am always here for you,That’s if you really want me to.

Sometimes a mental mockery,Sometimes a mental tragedy,Transforming harsh reality,Emotions, feelings speed ahead,With abstract paintings in your head.A dance expressive does begin,Where hidden passions feel like Sin,Acceleration, tension mounts,Then only Writing is What counts.That’s how the Poet’s World explodes!In sudden spurts, emotion grows,And when the Festive Lights beginYou don’t know if you’ll lose or win.

Miniaturized, poem.

In its unique, fabulous wayBut how it makes you feelWhen it hasThat incredibly vital,Falling in love, appeal.

Will you willfully,Accept being disgraced?

Capturing,The unspeakable painOf their last ‘farewell’Inspired by:La Despedida (The Farewell)Se dieron un besolargo, como la vida,El beso de su despedida.

What flows?What grows?I feel myself sinking,Drifting, into the landOf ‘Nobody knows’.Where are you green pastures,And songs of the Spring?The Hope for tomorrowNo longer they sing.And fear comes in reelingThe film to its endCold is the snowThat numbs all the feelingNo pathway to healing,A hopeless, long flow,And no place to go.

The emotional earthquakeThat life and love do cover,And can artistically conveyHuman understandingBringing us closerTo one anotherIn a most amazing wayAs Life is given,To color and clay.Whether in a painting, poem or play,The true Artist has so much to sayAbout Love and human expression,His song to Life’s mysterious processionBecomes at times, a life long obsessionAnd his…

Sees into the Souls,That invisibly, murmur.

Solitude has no appeal,It prevents you being you.All the love you have to give,All the life you have to live,Becomes empty, monotone,Without sound, without a song.Out of darkness comes the light,Only love can have that might,Otherwise it’s emptiness,As Life louses all its best

Orange light,Monster fright,Chocolate-Candy nightKids delight.

All I know is you permeate me,And I feel you everywhere,What is this crazy feeling?Never before felt,That sends my heart a reeling,And Forget you, I don’t dare!

There are so many,I can’t even say,So fool me and swirl me,Then bog me down,‘Friendship’s’ always on shaky ground,‘ I am your friend, till I decide,To kick you good, right in the hide,I have no conscience, I have no pride’So goes Society’s dirty tide.People in general, you cannot trust,Most aren’t truthful, sincere or just.

Hate, destruction, human blindness,We must learn to leave behind us.

Our thoughts and deeds, sometimes human disgrace,Then all is gone, the end of every race.

Happiness and sorrow all in one,But Life’s sweetest battle won.

In the veins of the Planet,Which are rivers that go to the Sea,In the thorn of a dying Rose,Painfully.I look for your words,In the dying clouds of dusk,Before night falls,They are the last light of my dayThey mean so much to me,They give me life,They give me dreams,Opening a whole New World,Of total Ecstasy!

No matter,How many timesYou’ve made itYou really,Don’t knowHow it willTurn out,Until,You make itAnd taste it.

We Love each other!At night,The light,That loves the day,Seems far away,Yet slowly gathers,Upon the sky,To not deny,That Light in Love so matters.Yes, Love is Light,And being close,It certainly does matter,Just fluid Hearts,Cannot connect,For distance really shatters,True Love does spiritually live,But presence makes it fonder,Becoming then and only then,Your heart’s most precious wonder.

Secrets of our inner life,Where these doubts remain alive.

Hearts tremble,Softly patter,Love comes,Life bloomsIn musical wonderAnd dreamlike tunes,Only eyes for one another,Then reborn,Just with each other,Together!Going farther,Riding higher,Than the Moon.Love,What a feeling!Caged joy,That’s feltForever,When profound,Wishing that neverLife will force usFar apart,Two hearts,That beat as one,Nothing else doesReally matter,When Love’s gorgeousSong begins,And thru a lifetimeTwo hearts melt,Becoming One.

And yet,It really doesn’t matter,I stir the night,And eat my foam,And hear the soft rain, chatterI have no friends,Just virtual blends,Of shadows that I shatter,And I’m alone, computerized,And yet, I findIt really does not matter

Trick and Trumble,No one humble,Same old Scandals,Sharpened Wits, try their bestTo sell you empty bundles,Losers’ nests of tricks,With no regrets,All year Halloween,This World, a Cynic’s Fest

In the wilderness,Hearts of Stone.

And yet, so manyDangers, there existAnd yet, so much isOut of our control!Sometimes it seemsWe’re trapped withinA closed and narrowBin,Half sand, half mold,But we must notLet ourselves give inTo hopelessness,Which is cowardice’sSin.The United StatedHas always beenUnique in so many ways,This is not to bragBut it is true,Justice and fair playWere on top list,Proudly, to display.That…

As imaginationExplodes,Heart follows,Feelings, rhythms flow,Poetic tides, invadeSurprise,A poem written,Soul’s, sunrise,Inner flow,Never better toldOtherwise,Poetry’s tidesFill,Hearts and mindsWith the power ofLife’s wings andLife’s tideMany times understoodAnd magnifiedThe oldest formOf written, expressionSubjectively, exteriorizedThe poet’s heart, now freeIs blessedAnd sanctified.

I’m going to write a poem, Today,I’m going to write about the Sea,Will then, the seashells ring?And words like waves just sing?And Phrases just fall into place,Like freshly cut flowers in a vase?No, naturally, not!A Poem is a sting,That wakes you Up!Thousands of bells that ring,And you Must, Get Up,Ready for Battle,Paper and Pen in…