The poet are blessed
By their art,
In a world of confusion
And interests that groan
And tear you apart,
Not knowing where
To turn,
Consolation and peace
Have to come
From within,
As we learn how to swim
In the muddy waters of
Perfidy, duplicity
And sin,
Where life searches
Its tragic ending
And honesty,
Cannot win!
Just the way you are today,Even though you would not stay,You have blessed me with your light,Taken me to Love’s new height.Twinkle, twinkle my Love Star,Even though you are so far,Love is nothing you can see,Yet it shines on, endlessly!
The inspirational will,Of the poet,The enlightened fashion in whichPalpitating words, the pen does useMakes him closer in stature,To a splendorous, Zeus!
Who are not afraid,When Life is here,Falling apart,Trembling, decay,When people cry,Or cannot pray.Blessed are those,Who cannot feel,Who go through life,Not knowing where,Love will reveal,It’s holy prayer,Nor do they care,To show their bliss,Just unaware,That Life existsWith pain or care,They are just there,An Empty Stare.But, now beware,Of those that feel,That all of Life,Is a bad Deal,They know…
The Films, Max Steiner’s music,And Bette Davis, the Queen!No other Country had talent so rare,Born in the Stars,Their Light came from there.
But I can hear it,Live it, Love it,As I hold you close to me!
No matter what they say,Even as the feelings rowThru seas of insecurity,Life’s maze, obscurity,The changes we cannot halt,The mountains we cannot climb,The moments we cannot keep,No matter how divine,Feelings stay,Because, they are so deepA part of us,In every way.
