More and more,
You feel the sting
That life,
Without love,
Can bring.
Without Love,
Like flowers
Without Sun
We wither and die,
Tenuously, softly
Exhaling, one last
Romantic sigh.
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I suppose
Believe in love,No matter whatIt is all we have left,As time goes on,Loving someone or somethingVery much!It’s what saves usFrom collapsingAnd just folding up,We must keep lovingJust to continue living,Keep the heart beatingSurvive,And believingThat love is so fulfillingAs it is healing,Generously,Keeping us alive.
Art helps us
Sensations given,Open doors,Imagination triggers,FlightTo unknown WorldsOf pure delight.
The political scene,
Gone are mostKings and Queens,Monarchy, symbolic powerThat got substituted,By elected LiarsAnd Tyrannical Cowards,That produce nothingAnd only want perpetualPower,As they bleed peoplesAnd countries fromTheir protected towers.
The Romans gave you
The Dark AgesIgnorance, PovertyAnd Religion,The RenaissanceRebirth of theMost Precious Art,Popes, with vision,The era of Deified Kings(dictators in waiting)Giving more hungerAnd, Yes, more Religion!20 and 21st CenturyPolitical BrainwashingPermissiveness,Social-CommunistIgnorance,End of National Pride,Death of DemocracyDownward, quality slideRespect and TruthStrangled on the sideWith ruthless, Sedition.Epilogue,From here onOnly Hell can beNext,We already seeThe Fires BurningDown Shame’s Street.
Love,
The immaculate conceptionOf Rose and its thorn.