What I read, askance,
Give out complements,
Like false peppermint scent,
Giving praise, I never meant.
Sincerity is not temerity,
It’s part of a poet’s heart,
Poetry is much too sacred,
To lie about it and tear it apart.
Be as it may,
A critic, I am not,
Selfishly, what touches me,
Is what, I’ll keep in heart.
Where can I run?For Sorrow,With its silent gun,Has even stolen,The light of the Sun.
That we’re not just bone and marrow,Hoping Love be here tomorrowSo to heal, the bitter sorrowOf all, that has gone astray,That is what I want to say,‘So now, dear brothers and sistersLet us meditate, then pray.’
If never with true loveYou’ve been kissed.
It doesn’t work.You try to find, the TruthYou’re just a jerk,You try to understandWhat’s going on,No magic wandYou try to live in Peace,Another Planet, please.
You turn me around,Voices, emotions,New musical sound,I love of your personThe melody, found.
Took place.What did it give?A fruit that was square,And that before wasn’t there.Many strange things happenIn this World, today,So might we then say‘Nothing is forever,Nor was it everBefore, that way’
