I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,
I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbye
If you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.
If you go,
Who will share my simple verse?
Who will travel thru my Universe?
Who will calm my everlasting thirst?
Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?
If you go.
I really cannot visualize,A world without Artistic Ties.
Understanding, faith and love,That’s what poems are made of.
Why they come,We’ll never knowWhat makes you,The one you are?Each a Mystery,Great by far.Therapists,Have tried to help,But even they,Get tangled,In themselves.
The only ideal place,Where all fits like a glove.
Down and Dirty!At every chance,He gets!He mingles death, destructionDisorder, he does bestCreating troubleWhere no trouble wasHis Evil does not rest!Much distortion,Cruel divisionsAre provokedWith red blood zest,And disruptive,Propaganda!Don’t be a Devil-DoerMake change occurWith open, peaceful,Lasting Hands,You can change, the courseRationally not maniacallyWords work better thanViolent destruction,And Rational behavior,Much better thanBrute Force- –In every land.Barbarians brought on‘The…
For body to stay healthy.I ask,How many steps a day,For Thinking to start up,And thru Life, never stop?
