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 all the Love that can exist!
A space to dream,Some words to stream,And Love as a final touch.
Words together, very neat,Arrows pointing at the heart,Piercing swiftly from the start.
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.
How very dangerously unhappy,Sometimes Life can really get
Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.
Made up,Of Tender Things,Cultivating, goodnessSo EnamoredWith that KindnessThat only loveCan bring.Life could be so beautifulIf ugliness,Meanness and unkindness,Stopped!Love could then take overPermanently,And dreams would neverStop.Yes, I know,It can only beLike this inPoetry,But Poets,Are still Dreamers.And lets hope thatNever Stops!
