It just clicks,

Go into Poetry,So few are happy moments,The rest are painful memoriesThat cut you like a knife,So, can reading, writing poetryReally help you stay alive?

This Love,Revolutionary!Is more than,One humanly can bear.To ignite such a flame,Is no simplistic game,You need rivers,Gushing into oceans,The Universe,Bursting into flame,You and me together,As one and the same.

To walk without it,Like in a silent trance.I want to communicate,Love and romance,Paint worded portraits,That reach and can dance,There’s movement in words,Believe me, I know,Words move with the feelings,That in us do flow.

Thoughts and words,Hard to define,Things we say,So often are,Complicated,Like a Star.

In the human being,The treacherous duplicityThat assaults you,And othersBut that they hideBehind masks,Of treacherous political tideYou want to run away!Call it quits,Lock all doors,Whisper, HideLook for a dark roomIn which to slide,And give up the ride.But then! You realizeThat there is still PoetryAnd you run to the windowTo let in the light,To hold hands with…

Where does light come from?Where is the Truth?It’s difficult,To always be living,In a desertic fog,Of misinformation,No matter, who you areOr what you doOr into what systemYou navigate, to connect,You’re still aloneMisinformed,Darkness seems toFit and serve,History best,While presently,We can send probesTo marsBut can’t figure outPolitical crimesNor who is behindAll the rest,From the bottom,To the very top…