So many times are put aside,
Not understood, told to beware,
And said to be unfit,
To guide, to give, to share
While demons in waiting
With forked tongue,
Are allowed to skin us, bare.
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Lost, gone too far, Lost, gone forever?Not knowing where or who you really areOr if you’re coming apart at the seams,Trying to live, too many dangerous dreams.
We humans harbor secrets,
That darkly loomInside lagoons,That sometimes are like hell.We humans cannot face things,Those things we cannot tellThat silently, remain unfreeInside each one’s, inkwell.
Strange,
A poem is born,Out of a pen,And feelings alone,No plan in mind,The words intertwine,Sometimes, with music,Sometimes, with rhyme,But always with feelingThat can’t be explained,Like after a drought,The Life-giving rain.
It’s been a day
And unique, muse,Rose colored, sentimentsAnd dreams, diffused.Like in a trance,Your image seen,Engenders life,To lonely shore,Just, like before.It’s been so long,The time has flownBut could not killOur loving songI’ve always loved you,I love you nowCan feelings liveEternally,Not killed by time,And still remainAlive and free?Today you didCome back to me,Your presence,May have been,A fantasy,But what I feltI…
Just like that,
Who says Miracles don’t exist,When Love, the greatest one of all,Can burst, spontaneously,Without a call,Not wanting even to impress,Born from a look, a slight caress!And suddenly you see the dawn!And suddenly you are reborn!Poetry is very much like this,Without you calling,It exists,Come out of where?Some hidden mists,That lifts and shows,A naked Soul,Your life’s long list,And…
We all cling on to something,
But the trunk must be healthy,To bear all that Life can be,Solitude is always our worst enemy,But love and understanding,Has saved many a lonely tree.