Life, A fleeting moment

Beloved,You, the only oneThat really understoodThat sharing, lovingIs where the heartIs never done.

The perfume of a flowerThe language of the sea,The dream,That is love’s promiseGreen miracles, called treesThat let us live on earthEnjoy all beauty’s worth,The red rose captures passionIn the early morning breeze,The love that follows birth,All mother’s, bless them, pleaseFor Love is so importantTo lift the spirit high,Without it we just languish,Then wither and just…

Into politics,Not for youBut for its mightPower taken,Lies, not fightsFor all our rights,Beware of thoseBearing free gifts,Lost in deep pockets,And called Gyps.You’re just the foolsThat gave them keysTo take you over,‘Legally’.

Not even good enough,To be words that will remain,Under a canapé of clouds,Yelling, so that all can hear,How they, the elected Clowns will satisfy,All the people, listening, stupefied.But once elected, promises forgotten, rejected,The same trap year after year, the same veneer,Poor foolish Seals, with their clapping hands,Hope and change, always buried, in the same old…

Pleasing to the ear,But spiritually, more fit.There is an invisible rhythm,Born to PoetryThat heightens language’s prism,And keeps it in memory.There is an internal sweetness,Sole to Poetry,That tenderly speaks to lovers,So they know what Love can be.

Sheep don’t notice,It’s a Sin.