But the more you think
Independently
The more you are despised.
Sad but true,
Ignorance is not new.
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It’s the feelingsThere infusedThat in the Poem,Count.Being able to communicateThru abstraction, feelingsWithout being, face to faceBut thru some mysteriousAnd supernatural, graceThat seems to naturally comeTo the poet, as the poemTakes shape and space,Becomes, alive!Communicates,Its inner lifeWith no mistakes.A divine and inseparableConception of Love,A marvelous World ofAbstraction,Where the most intimateFeelings take place,Anchoring sensationsAnd satisfaction,Like nothing elseThat…
Where do our verses come from?
From our deepest within,From love and not sinFrom compassion for all,As good feelings, they win.To create, to write,Whatever art you may practice,Feeling is key,No feeling, no art work,That can communicate,The artist’s sincerity.
Come, rejuvenate me with your Smile,
But you had to, exclusivity is not your style,You have so many admirers,So many wanting you now and Always.Our Lives revolve around you,After all, you are omnipresent, ever pleasantPalpitating, devastating, life-giving LOVE,The greatest and strongest, Human DesireOur life our soul, consumed by your Fire.
Everything,
Peaches and CreamBut at least,Be gratefulAnd enjoyThe good moments,Count your blessingsBe grateful,There are so manyLess fortunateWithout any loveAt all,Or even tiny dreams.
There is still snow and ice,
When will it melt?No one knows, When,Centuries may go by,And it may still be there,Icebergs don’t die,They just float in despair
When you love someone
All for yourself,They are your pearl,Your handsome photograph,Your joy,The precious lightOf life itself.And if ever that true love,Is lost,Your existence fades awayAnd melts,You are only half alive,In a withering worldOf constant painWhere only tears will thrive.