If Poet’s dreams,

A precious flower,From where meanings stem,So I respect them,And I try to mold,A new adventure,That is brave and bold,From each thought,That is freely told.

To live in PeaceWith one another,Complete failure!Ferociously destructiveForces,Within us, make usThe most dangerousAnd mentally unstableBeings, of the planet,Not fit to liveWith one anotherAnd always blamingOur faultsOn each other.Wake up!Grow up!Nobody is responsibleFor the pain you spreadNor the fooling of others,But yourselfIts time to knowThe difference,Between right and wrongAnd stop harming,Each another,By being, truthfulAnd strong.There is…

That man will ever know,The happiness that’s blessed,Life’s river’s inner flow.

Nor will it be takenDown, a road itCannot own,So many livesAre pure disasterBecause they neverKnew how to beTheir own masterAnd look beyondWhat is alreadyDone and known.

A small one tried to form,But then was never born.The Blue was so intense,It made all Dreams make sense,You felt that Life was good,And Love well understood.There are some moments when,The Purity of Blue,Not only fills the sky,But stays within you too.

A caressing, consoling touch,Maybe that is, why I lovePoetry, so much!