Love to love the light of day,

With hate and murderViolence, silence,People without Truth.There comes a pointWhen reason failsAnd all around you look,You ask yourself,What went so wrong?We lost our human roots.Man, oh, Man!With all your evil roots,Such hate in beating heart,How many times have you been givenA chance for a new start?Time is running out for you,You missed the play,You loused…

Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.

That nothing else can provide,Feeling words that glide,A sort of illumination,Into other regions,HighWith nothing to hide,Sincerity,A sort of exhilaration,That only in Love you’ll find.I can openly tell you,Writing, reading Poetry,Is certainly worthwhile,It’s mostly love,That finds it’s way,Thru spiritual liberty.

Where wouldYou rather be?I couldn’t chooseAnd that isWhy,It seems to meI tryTo write,What someMight call,A sort ofPoetry…AlwaysFloatingBetween,Two Seas.

Life’s yearningsIn storms,Battered byDevastating windsFrail, turning,Love, carries onIts story,Still untold.

Can never go astray,It is fulfillment from above,That sweetly,Lights the wayTo happiness,Long sought, conceivedIn feelings that secure,That never fail, obscureYour heart, your soul,True Love, miracle pureYou then posses,The treasure chest,Of life, the giftIn one caress.