A poem holds so much,
Says so much
Moves so much
Can teach so much!
That even volumes,
Cannot touch.
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It’s what you put out
Not your wishesOr silly mounts,Following crowdsNot good accounts,Be original,Think, don’t mount,The wrong trainAnd from the Mountain shoutWhat’s in your heart,That makes you proud.
Infused with the emotions,
I travel freely,Without pain, without fear,Knowing that Love Is,The only reason we are here.
Be cautious,
Exchange words carefully,They mark your territoryThey close or open pathsOnly fools and cowardsAnd certain, psychopaths,Speak and enjoy,False testimony,And we sure are sickOf THAT!
Oh Destiny!
Do you Hide?Waiting to pounce on those,Who think their Lives,They can decide.
How thrilling can a Painting be?
To paint a Scene that has the flair,To make you feel that you are There.
I like to dream,
Oreos and cream,So what?I like to writeOn petals tooAnd if you couldWhy shouldn’t you?I like to thinkThat All are good,And just a littleMisunderstood,I love to think,That Love exists,Never behindSomeone’s closed fist,I like to dreamOf you and me,Though that has beenMy unaccomplished,Symphony.