Where Poetic Ships resist to come.
As life goes on and the World turns,
In me, less and less things start a fire,
As life in me slowly turns away,
No longer fanned by the Winds of Desire.
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It is, what it is, how it is,
Some work to change it,In vain,Some live always,The same,Others dream someday, to gain,Heaven on Earth,Thru true love,If that they attain,They are the lucky ones,And All the rest is just,Bluff.
More than words,
Poetry.Nothing you can really see,Pricks inspiration,Guides the Train to the station,The poet travels, thru his poem,To lands and myths unknown,By mystery woven,By imagination sownThat try to say so much,That sometimes even,With just one image,Can Heaven touch.
I could have,
But didn’t,Love you on another scale,There where the Sea rushesAnd feelings are crystal frail,There where the Moon smiles,And Passion lives,Totally unveiled,There where no heart has gone,A Love unknown,A Fool’s Tale.
We look for good,
What do we find?Mysterious Evil,The Human Mind.
What would we be without each other?
How would we share, without each other?Poets, ArtistsCreators, Brothers.
Blessed are those,
Can alleviate their soul,Communicate with others,Artistically,Becoming together,Whole.