In Poetry,

Upside down cakes for the ride,Bon Voyage, dear ‘Ship of Fools’.

I’ve given up,Trying to make things right,When they’ve never been,When they never will be,Totally right,Now, I just close my eyes,Go into Space,And write.

Oh Love, how you console,The lonely, weeping soul,That for you only lives,And cannot wait,Its never ending love,To give.

Death of the spirit,Death of the soul,When you cannot,Love at all?

My consumer, the past,Of a life that will not last,In fleeting seconds you consume,The fire and strength of youth,You cause desire to become withered,And of no use.Time,Present is so fleeting,Moments of happiness,Like Ice, sleeting.Time,Future always uncertain,Waiting for the closing curtain.

In the Universe,Nothing to say,Always gettingIn each other’s wayOnly Love does giveTo Life,That saving ray.

Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.

‘We do, because without us,Life can be a very sad and serious bind.’

Born from the Sea,Take pity,Of Mortals,That look.But can’t see,The Silence of life,And its tyranny.To Love and be Loved,Is all that should be,To take us above,All disparity.

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

And Control,The base,And violent feelingsThat considerationFor others,And all confidenceStole,Are just some of theDeplorable, DisgustingTools, used by thoseThat stop at nothingTo regain total power,And control,Calling themselves‘democrats’And all of us,Worthless fools!So be on guardAnd don’t forgetThat more often than not!Tyranny, does not askPermission,Nor at close doorsDoes it gently,Knock,So very oftenTyranny start at home.

Poetry does sustain,With its sometimes happy,Sometimes sad, refrain.

Weren’t we once told,We were, indeed,Like brothers?I am forever perplexedBy the pain we inflictOn one anotherWhen it is so much better,If we cultivate the flowersWe can later love and gather.

Do lovers cry in Autumn,For fear of losing All?Why is this Season favored,By poets and by song?Is it because they know and feel,That Life will be reborn?Or because they sadly hearLife’s melancholy song?

Have not forgottenThe tears of melancholyFrom the PastSo deeply cried,When we wereYoung and lonely,And life seemedSo empty and deprived.We’re sentimentalCreatures,For the most partThat do not takeOur lives in easyStride,Seems there isSomethingAlways missing,Perhaps, that loveThat’s gone away,Forever,From which we canNo longer hide.

Especially in government,Where Red Hot are his lies.The Devil never sleeps,Into our dreams he creeps,The world goes Red,He laughs and spreads,His deadly dance around,As Evil he does crown.

Even in the smallest degree,It will be worth my writing all the letters,That are still within me.

It’s all unfair,A dirty lair,Of snakes and crimson lies,Never before has government,To us so widely lied!For Them it’s been,So easy to distort the Law,Just look around you now,This government has broken all,Giving you Bull instead of Cow.

Misunderstood,Thrown in a corner,No can, no could,No love, no would,Alone,Who should,Go on?Pity,Those loveless ones,All Alone,In moonless ponds.Waiting for the sun.

Words together, very neat,Arrows pointing at the heart,Piercing swiftly from the start.

Or is it both feeling at once?Our understanding finds appeal,In what mysteriously we feel,And think that enters thru the heart,Not that it matters,Which comes firstNor if they both are touched at once,The most important thing’s the burstOf deep emotional, wave shock,The Thunderbolt that will unlock,That light that’s waiting in the dark.

For they’re able,To make you believeWhat isn’t true, is true,Who they are, but aren’t,Believe you me,Playing an eternal game of‘I can fool you constantly’,For centuries such trickery,As far back, as we can see.This world is madeOf fools like you and I,But only crooks can get to putMud in your eye,The game of politics, a trap,They…

Where only silent memoriesOf gone happiness persist.Silence is perpetual night,The absence of a kiss,Where warmth and light,Have taken flight,And hope is off the list.

This Love,Revolutionary!Is more than,One humanly can bear.To ignite such a flame,Is no simplistic game,You need rivers,Gushing into oceans,The Universe,Bursting into flame,You and me together,As one and the same.

Real Love, cannot go farther.

The ocean that once saidCome with me, be freeHas lost all its blueness,Its strong liberty,Now trapped in the sadnessThe unprepared madnessOf having to beAlone, in the darknessOf this painful litany,That repeats and repeatsOver and over and overAgain,Love, so hard to appearCan simply one dayAlso, disappear.

Beloved,You, the only oneThat really understoodThat sharing, lovingIs where the heartIs never done.

Some might say‘Yes’, not worth a dimeBut breathing, thinking’Loving too,May not produce,Great wealth for youYet necessary are,And so is PoetryFor those who dreamAnd live,Reaching, for the Stars.

In ‘Make Believe’That can’t contendWith shattered dreamsAs harsh reality,InterceptsThe empty avenueOf dreams.It seems,That, nothingThat we really wantWill then take placeOr just by chance,Even arrive,For Life’s hard driveCannot bring backNaïve illusionsThat in realityNever even playedA relevant part,In Life’s,Unstable stage.

That plays that Love,Will always be.Listen,There’s a message in Poetry,‘Aim for the Stars,All minds are free’.