Nobody is totally good nor totally bad
But we can still fly without wings,
Thru most of the truths we’ve loved
And understood, we can do good.
Greatness is measured by good deeds,
So plant as much good,
As you’ve got flowering seeds.
Poetry can recreateAnd transmit feelings.Something,That nothing elseCan do,A veritable and sincere,ConspiracyBetween the poet and you.
Face to faceWith all thatSurrounds us,Feelings that neverGo to waste.
Discover Life’s own sap,The Wisdom Trees’ potential,Indeed we want too much,As Sherlock Holmes might say to Dr. Watson,‘Not elemental, my dear Watson, not at all elemental.’
And Speak with her eyes.The most intimate feelings,Expressed with all ties.I’ll never forget,When I saw those eyes,Speak in silence,What others hide.
They sustain, my breath, my vision,My length of humanism,There is so much I want to express!Words allow me, this intimate caress.
Loneliness is like a haunting echothat reverberates and gives,A feeling of such restlessness,that chokes, does not forgive,The emptiness that is at stake,The Past you can’t relive.Awakening to emptiness,The days have lost their Time,As sadness reigns all powerful,And life has lost all reason,And all rhyme.
So little time,
Is anything resolved?
No, not by a Rhyme.
But at least you’ve tried,
To take a step further,
Even though, you know
Life and Logic,
Never seem to coincide
Or go together.
Be, the least mean, we can,By putting on hate and ignorance,A total and lifelong, ban.
Their verses reaching summitsThat never in reality, will log.But it really doesn’t matterBecause for a few ecstatic minutesThey will have left this planet,And lived,Beyond all imaginable, Limits!
Or read a heartfelt poem,Then, thank dear God, for them
Of our Humanity,As if to make,A better World,Where All can live,In Harmony.
Will stay,Because it’s madeOf the EternityYour LoveGave meThat Day.
Harder to define.
