Are Kings
Waiting for Inspiration,
To complete the circle
That gives Poetry
Its mighty wings.
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I talk to the wall,
I live other lives,As Time withers, slims,I walk back and forth,Yet, going no where,I don’t look at Life,I just stand and stare,I don’t see the lightI live in despair,My Love’s taken flight,There’s nothing to share,The Moon loves the Night,But, I just don’t care.
Happiness Is,
Your dearest,Loved oneAll the tendernessAffection,That in your heartIs harbored.There is definitelyNo happinessLike the happinessFrom loveFrom all otherDo we tireBut of Love,Never enough!
Who are you?
Human or Divine,Escapes your heartbeatHow do you know,So much!And have such clear intuitionAnd spiritual, premonition,Incredible, knowledge and visionThat all your words, amaze usTime and time, again!I love good, unusual peopleOf which there are so few,That, when, by chance one appearsThey’re like an amazing flowerA delightful cool breeze,That softly blows thruLife’s imaginary, lonely trees.
Certain Poetry
Make me forgetThatRegardless of timeAnd now being,21st Century, setMan is notCivilizedYet!
The mysteries of Poetry and Song,
From the very depths of soul,A sweet lament,A worded perfumed, sentimentThat softly ventsThe feelings way inside,Expressing what we canNo longer hide.
My body hurts,
It’s hard to live,The whole day thru,In great despair,I look for you,Knowing that you’re,No longer there.Now memories,Haunt land and seas,Now that you’re gone,And not near me,What shall I do?What shall I be?I’ve lost,All vital, harmony.