Man creates his own Adversity,
But runs when it is near.
Similar Posts
Poetry,
You love it madlyOr not at all.It’s like beingForever, enamored,With Life’s Song,That you carryForever.In the innermostPart of your Soul.
Ah, to be just Love,
To be immolated, sacrificedAt Venus’s merciless pyre,The burning Fire of desire!LOVE!A feeling all encompassing,Tremendous!Far Above,All mortal comprehension,The fourth dimension!Oh Love,Renaissance, Rebirth,Of everything on Earth!
Blessed are the Brave,
The freedoms of the World,How dare anyone say,That the US of A.,Is not Exceptional!This Country and its brave people,Have saved the World, so many times,In so many ways, allied with others,Made it possible, to have a brighter day,So Liberty, in this torn up World,Would always find it’s way.
Strange, original,
Very green with many thorns,Desert Dwellers from some other planet?Above all, with naked hands,Don’t scan it!
Like wood burns with fire,
Where they come from,The comfort, they glow.Poetry knows,And says so.Never let Poetry go,It’s part of our Universal Soul,It’s part of being human, that’s all.
Astral visions, breaking away,
Words can create visions,That grow and then stay,The dance of celestial spheres,Remains programed in the sky,Telescopes peer into the distant darkness,Always trying to discover,The next miracle of creativity,That will be born from,The artist’s imaginative, cry,Forever feeling the elusive, Why?