Imposed by State and by Religion,
On almost All ‘Civilized ‘ Nations,
Humans still are not much better,
By now, All of us should be winged Saints,
But the Truth Is…
None of us ‘Ain’t’
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Everyday,
For my dose of you,My eyes don’t stray,I don’t look away,When I’m close to you.Everyday,There is no way,I can live it thru,Unless you say,In your special way,‘I’m in Love with you’.
Lust turns to dust,
Together lovers stay,Love is not lust,For it does last,Much longer than a day.How dear the Other is to One,What tenderness, we feel!With Love your Life fully begins,Lust then has no appeal.Love is and was and will become,The best thing you can feel,Love is the Song of Life that’s sung,A Miracle that’s Real
We are so alone,
In the magnitudeAnd vastness,Of an infinitely largeUniverse,Gazing at the starry sky,Not really knowingWhere to go,Lost in the wilderness of timeAs the rustling trees around usSoftly whisper,Why? ,Why am I here?And why must I liveTo die?
Do we all have,
Inside of us?And if so,Is it a minus,Or a plus?
I Promise,
Come what may,To be together,Whether here,Or somewhere far away,Where Life can be better,And where I can stay,Looking into your eyes,‘Forever’.
In the pillars of desire,
Every sentiment that blends,Me to you, and does aspire,To immortalize our love,With a thrill that never ends,With much more than just desire.
Mean and lean, just with words,
No props,
And at the same time,
Visualize, create feelings,
Touch a nerve,
Never was the reader better served!
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‘I know your tastes,
Your time around me,Your every sight,I know your wants,You’re dreams,You’re cares,And all the feelings,You want to share,I silently follow,Your every trail,But you’re not free,For I’m your jail.’Amazing!Who’d ever think,That a machine,Could know so much,About a human being.
In search of Life’s
The poet crossesSo many streamsChases,So many dreamsAnd finallyDisappointed,ClosesThose white pagesNot ever written,Where all MysteriesGather, ShadowsBut noting is trueWith the exceptionThat nothing isWhat it seems.
A poem has to be,
Distilled with feeling,Beauty, wed.A poem has to be,Alive and freeFull of love, respect, fraternityFor all that lives, for you and meEmbracing all of Humanity,Soaring realms of fantasyWhere Love can live eternally,A feeling that’s called ecstasy,That’s all a poem has to be.
You inspire me entirely,
What is this kind of insanity,No one knows, no one has heard,With you I just dream of sailing,Our Imaginary Sea,It’s gray-blue and it is daring,Sees what no one else can see.You have opened Coral Windows,You have given me Love’s Pearls,You have made me own the Beauty,Of the entire, Inner World.
To be a Poet
Gales of emotion,And then you blow it!And people know it.Sensitive to almostEverything,When you’re going to cave,You know it,Exaggerating everything,Thru the colors of feelings,You want to touch Ecstasy,Thru worded rainbows of Fantasy,And you show it,And people know it.Yes, believe it or not,It’s hard,To be a poet.< br>To be a Poet.
Can’t tell the Autumn leaves apart
This Autumn feelingNever, leads to Spring againThere is no rebirthIn the loveless heart.To have and hold,In Love, we’re toldBut nothing is Forever,Winter’s coldAnd lost love reachesDeepest painNever to see Life,The same way againCarefree and loving and so gay,Never to share real happiness,Those special moments,They’re the bestSurrounded by tender caress.We stumble, fall and thenGet up,But when…