It’s a strange world

Politically or otherwise,Nothing, safety ties,Part of our disastrous melting times,Where there is no place to go or hide,As insanity takes hold of human pride,Delirium is and has always been,A very fatal and highly uncivilized ride.

Is such a waste of time,Who really cares just how you feel?Or if you’re prose or rhyme,But poets are a Dreamer’s race,The pen flows on its own,And even if they have no case,They want to set a tone.Poetry sometimes is like lace,An ornament to have,But when it’s written from the heart,You’ve got the winning card.As…

Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…

Both feet in the fire,Reputation smear,We are facing an election,As never been seen before,Two candidates for the Presidency,That you can ask yourself, ‘What for? ‘,No decency, honor left,We have fallen to incredible frights!Now, as we turn off the lights,It’s time for Shame to close the door,Before, we call it a night.

Of Art,A gushing forthEmotion, sparks,Deluge!Inner Earthquake,With a joltAs if,ZeusTo the artist said,‘The World is yours,Now,Go ahead! ‘

Participating withThe belovedIn a Springtime PaintingOf Bliss,Where Love is,All that mattersAll that existsAll that will everBe wanted inEcstasy’s kiss.