It’s never too early to start to Fool,

I navigate with them,Thru protected valleys of delight,Never disturbed by the darkness of Night,So intense is your Light.Like nobody else, you fill,The imponderable dream of my dreams,The One I cannot easily decipher,Because your Mystery is much deeper than it seems.

Is hard to swallow,In such mud,It now does wallow,So,I prefer the WorldOf Classic Films,Where Dreams and Love,Fraternity, Good willWere for Two hours,Heroes, still

Does not follow all the facts,Psychological normality,In most instances does lack.Dreamer,Never schemer,In Life’s inconsistent act,Chasing shadows, past and present,Knowing nothing’s here to last.Planner,Like the wind blowing thru willows,One day strong and one day not,Spirit up and spirit down,Tenderness that will not stop,Easily called, sentimental,Emotionality on top.Pinnacle, conclusion,As Free Spirit, most important,Feel intensely to all depth,So…

Or toss him,Serpent, Apple, or notWe’re a terrible lot,In our bloody History,Past and Present,The best example,We’ve Got.

Even in Poetry,Some things when saidShould not be said,So vile, they really be,And still, are daredTo be called by some,Modern poetry.We’re living in a quicksand world,Where there is no respect,Where foolishly,We think we’re free,To write and say, no matter what,Then call it, poetry

Whatever is that poets do,But that gives me no great content,For I know not where freedom went,It seems that violence and deep lies,Have taken over all that slides,Right into oceans of despair,And no one really seems to care,Our world divided into partsWhile Fools keep pushing crooked carts.