Love,

And what will be,Cares not about the Present,So in what Time Zone,Shall we move?Past, Present or Future,You always lose.

That is content,Full heart, full mindWe all have our pains to bearWhy is life like this?That only our punishmentsWe share?But very seldom our bliss.Making others happy,Should make one happy tooVoluntarily sharing,Is better than forcefully taking,I think one day, peopleMay understand that too.

A Ship without a Captain?Squashed against a Monorail?A Country,Sad, Irresponsible and Frail?No, this cannot be,The 21st Century,America.

We learn from themAnd try to unconfuseThe mind, make clearSo, thus we cheer,Learning,The greatest friend we have,The inner lightThat melts awayThe darkness and most fears.

And Poets can get away,With things that others dare not say.

Like cereal in my power bowl’Thinks the imminent candidate,To upcoming Tyranny,‘Vote for me, trust me,And you will see,How life becomes slow agony’

Truth.I look at youSo beautiful.Petals of youthVelvet softPerfumed,With the magnificenceOf Nature’s secretsAnd I cryFor your thornsShow meThat life is sadAkin to pain,And life itselfIs slowly slain.And now,In the mirrorsOf TimeA slight breeze blows,Life losses glowThe sadness grows,Oh Rose,DivineNo longer mine.

I think of youAnd cry,Separation is foreverWhy be bornJust then, to die?We meander,Back and forthLike a lostAutumnal leafWaiting for the frost,Which is our finalResting reefHaving dreamt so longOf precious loveOr maybe never,Having, loved at all.

But, Time I cannot borrow,I used it all up,And now I have, none.

Verbal Venom should be kept,In a special Vial,And not dispensed haphazardly.If not, after a while,It loses all efficacity.

A World, perfumed illusion,That enhances poet’s, sight.Thru Roses, scarlet color,Perfume and nectar flow,Thru Love we open power,The best we’ll ever know,Thru music we hear Poetry,With which our feelings grow.

Yesterday’s blurred imagesAppear, but they quiver,Disappear, metamorphosing,From clear, to painful narrow.Life itself becomes a shadowLess perceptive in the dark,Shadows, memories thatWith us travel,Things we did and so enjoyed,Childhoods, full of hope,In excitement for tomorrow.But, we live and realizeThat life is only,Time borrowed,Bitter sweetness that arrivesTime that flows, creating shadowsThat our lives are not our ownAnd…

Prepare yourself for LifeBecause finally,The only one that you canReally count on,Will probably be,You.Remember thatThat ‘No one is better servedThan by oneself’,Says an old French sayingSo, take good careAnd do the right thingYou can much gain,Without losing,Anything.

But what message does it send,When the ending eventsHardly bothers others?Today,It’s decline without end,Of values, feelingsNothing seems to matter,But to a Few that must gather,Values to defend,Before all decency and goodAre shattered!

And Poets can get away,With things that others dare not say.

ConquerFrom the very start,Try to find your heartWhere it will, hopefully,Of youBecome a part,With each read,A loving start.That’s how certain poemsAre,Those you, love,Never old and never far.

In our flowing lives we do recall,A few lost smiles, that turned to tears.Therefore, Roses,You taught me with your thorns,That life is sad,And that we must be grateful,For any happiness, we ever had.

As poets,We should all try,To get along.After all,We are fraternally,Linked,Poetry,Our binding song.Peace and Love,Poetry’s dove.

It is a ‘banality’,That most humans don’t observe

Can in Poetry,Make, come about!The unfettered imagination,That with wild dreamsThey put together,The passions, the lovesThe emancipation,Liberty!Oh never closer to PoetryThan when writing,Now, present bowIn the inspired momentThat will never returnTo tell you, how.You are missingSo much!If you are fool enoughNot to drink in this,Fountain of pleasurableGlory,That only to LoveDoes bow, .And where feelingsLive free,To forever…

Inside of us?And if so,Is it a minus,Or a plus?

The verses growIdeas appear,And feelings flowFrom secret sparksDeep in your heart,The poem startsTo take its shape,The poet knowsThere’s no escape,The birth is nearCan’t be refrained,Freeing the poem,The poem freeJust Joy remains.

Total destruction,Of SelfSo near the annihilationOf all feelings,That cannot existBy themselves,Power Failure!One sail, Sailor.

Thine inspirational wing?That makes all Lovers sing!

How do your problems grow?With lies and bells,And cracked up shells,Brought by ‘Politicos’

All they can thru might,They live blindly in their tower,Crushing most of what is right.

Anything good learnedIs already forgotten.

The only ideal place,Where all fits like a glove.

Can also give a tear,But best of all,It makes you feel,That human warmth is real.

Or further tribulation,To an already bad situation.I wonder,About so many things,And get no answers,Just Mental Stings.Sometimes I hear strange, rapid rings,And see visions of even stranger things,Like the ‘Winged Victory of Samothrace’A favorite vision, of the Greece that was Great,No, no, I’m not insaneJust a bit lost, in this Mundane Rain.

A trip to be had,Great Poetry is always a winner,Whether happy, deep or sad,For it flows like Life itselfAnd can become,One of the best, emotionalAnd unforgettable experiencesYou’ve ever had.

The green, the bows,The singing waters of the Sea,The Love one feels when this we see,A flower blooms so silently,It is a Rose, so beautifully,A sign of Hope, persistently,No matter how often I see,These gifts of Nature that are free,I always marvel, softly say,‘Please never take these gifts away’To He who made them I do…

And now we’re All Kaput,Like that German marching Boot!

Of Evil,Are so humanlyIrrelevant!Except for their victims,There, they’re despicableAnd deplorably, unforgettable.

A poem triesTo say no lies,A poem tellsOf many sighs,Of love that came,Of love you lost,Of all the thingsYou love the most.A poem capturesFeelings strange,And also things,Closest in range,A Poem is a Poet’s friend,Never alone,Till all will end.

Let’s do the square danceOf ‘hide in the sac’Where did we lose it?Still primitive hacks,Man is a loser,Humanity lacks.Centuries pass,More of the same,Man is a creature,Not totally sanePersecutes others,Tortures and maimsWhere is the love?In Humanity’s name?

So out of reach,So out of touch,Like some Loves so often are.Some of us,The Dreamer-fools,Where imagination rules,Sometimes travel to the Stars,There remain like in a trance,Dreaming a star filled Romance.

Happiness, a temporarySigh,But to liveWithout Love,I don’t knowIf we can even try.

Why I love you so!Only Poetry can speak,Directly to the soulAnd awaken images and feelings,That do not belongTo words alone.

That love, I never hadNow belongsTo a broken heartThat so long ago,Just fell apart’Sung,The hidden Nightingale,With melodySo sad,That toreAll hearts,That listened,Totally apart.

Agreeable,Depends to whom,Fulfilling, like Love,Yes!Who are you?Take a guessPoetry!You always, Bless.

To paint a Scene that has the flair,To make you feel that you are There.

And say, I am thisI am me and my individuality,And I have a right to be,As long as I respect,The rights of others,And act responsibly,Respectfully,And realize,That nothing in life is free,Nothing of value,Nothing that will really last,Can be gotten without toil and suffering,That is what precious Liberty,Is to me.

To be able to caress,You’re inner ceilings,Height and glory,Constant reelings,Of deep feelings,Earthquake, chilling,So appealing,Artist’s power,Godlike, feeling.

Are our lives.We are hereFor such short times,Those that loveAnd are loved backAre the lucky ones!Those aloneJust feelTime’s fog go by,Each day as hazyAs any other,For they have no homeNo gradian angel,To share withThe important momentsThat of life theyGather,All alone,Silently sufferWishing theyWere made of stone.And each day,The Sea of lonelinessThey’re in,Keeps extendingIts bitter tideSlowly killingFrom…

With Dreams, Deceptions grown,With fear of being torn,Just waiting for one thing,To feel love’s inspiring sting,And all the pain or happiness,Only Love to Life can bring.

And really does very well,There are always Imbeciles,Brought and bought,To make her ego swell.

Poetry has a lifeAll of its own,And it’s not,Talking on an IPhoneBut one thingIs for sure,When it invades youSoftly caresses,And cradles your heartHitting a perfect tone,Never again, will youEver feel alone.

Not bragging,Just understanding,Seeing,How feelings,In other human beings,Nest,The gestures, the eyes,The movements,The internal pound,The language that is said,Without making a sound.A thrilling sensation,Observing all this,To me it means,Deep Human communication,Truly does exist.

And really does very well,There are always Imbeciles,Brought and bought,To make her ego swell.

Once was:Never, to leave me,To be left,Without youIn the emptinessOf the Past.But promise, not kept!Life, Death, DestinyWas strongerThan the two of us,Now,Missing you alwaysWith the tearsOf remembranceAll over my heartBeing now,The only thingI’ve got to hold on toWhich really hurts, a lot.

Said One to Another,But it never happenedSince they had never really met,Except in the mindsOf one another,Or maybe on some imaginaryMovie set.Yes, ladies and gentlemen,(if there are any left?)Fiction plays sly tricksOn those,Who in reality are aloneWith loneliness,Far, far awayFrom whatever,Might be called, home.

Admire and loveThe Arts,The good drugsCan’t help,As poets, as artists,Creating, Writing,Throughout their days,Because they carryThis lifelong blessingIn their blood.Creation not destructionIs their souls’Beautiful, creativeAddiction,That enriches all livesWe have to beEternally grateful,For that.

I still will always think of you,It is your Soul, I really want,For It contains the seeds of Love,Each time you plant them in my heart,It seems that Life gets a new start!

There are so many,I can’t even say,So fool me and swirl me,Then bog me down,‘Friendship’s’ always on shaky ground,‘ I am your friend, till I decide,To kick you good, right in the hide,I have no conscience, I have no pride’So goes Society’s dirty tide.People in general, you cannot trust,Most aren’t truthful, sincere or just.

Live by night,Like Dracula and bats,Am I saying somethingThat will shake upThe annals of PoetryOr a scientific fact?Those with answersPlease send statsTo the Count’s, habitatThank you,For your kind attentionAnd that’s that.

To teach what’s good,So others can be betterNot hide,Behind, the darkest cloudsThat you can find,Like slander and murder.The dark side,Never better.If we want,We can really buildA better life,Understanding each other,Being charitable and kindPatient, not blind,And above all,Respecting and lovingAll Life,All together.

Inspiration,The most mysterious,Of human sensations,Producing Miracles,Of creation.

Maybe?Don’t go by the book,I improvise,However, my favoriteRecipeIs alphabet soup,Nourishing,With audacityBody and mind,Loving all words,I find.

Feelings and poetic flashes,Quite a lot.Greatest satisfaction!Above all,Never political plotsPoets love humanity,Quite a lot!

They’re written feelings,And sometimes,The best you’ve ever heard,But other times those feelings,In sharing,May even deeply hurt.

But they in no way say,How deeply you care!For Love is a feeling,So hard to express,Most poets have tried it,With little success.

Relentless choirOf human want.One never really,Puts out the fireIf with desire,It’s Love we want.

Not always clearly, but in beauty,And with deep feelings and images,A unique trip, like a worded pilgrimageTo an unknown Sanctuary.To the fantastic Kingdom of Make Believe,Far away,A better World,A better Day.

When I no longer feel alive,I see great paintings and revive,Or watch a classic, flowing film,That lights the room however dim.I love all Art,For art is life,All that we carry way inside,The best of life’s spiritual riteThat moves our sentimental tideAll that transcends and reaches wide,That brings us close and so to findThe link between…

But think before you utterWords that may cause great distress.

For things as worthless,As a garden hose,But better still,I won’t buy anything,For the biggest bargain is,Not to have bought that something,That’s on your useless bargain list.

Not believing,Emptiness.Believe in something,Anything!As long as it’s for goodAnd kindness,And trying to seeA better DestinyAnd understanding.It’s time,To start unwinding,Giving of yourself,It will be,Your best finding.

Taking our dreams, taking our Loves,For nothing can forever stay,In Life’s short voyage,Come what may,Everything sadly sails away.And we are left upon the shore,Thinking our Past, that is no more.

Come fromAncient LandsCan express,What nothingElse can,From the innerSpirit,To the deepestSecrets,Buried way belowIn memory’sSands.

In the magnitudeAnd vastness,Of an infinitely largeUniverse,Gazing at the starry sky,Not really knowingWhere to go,Lost in the wilderness of timeAs the rustling trees around usSoftly whisper,Why? ,Why am I here?And why must I liveTo die?

Think of it!Into living timeThe Artist has generouslyPut, the creative touch,A moment that will not returnWhere individual forcesHave sealed feelings,Have reached othersMaybe even changed lives!As emotion, gathers.Creative moments,Swift in comingBut that can a lifetime lastVividly, artistically castThat may and can,Life’s torments turn awayAnd inspire, always inspireTo be better and go higherLuminously, uplifting lifeIn a most…

Of ‘Swing Low, Sweet Chariot’And Canterbury,All the best of theEnglish Language,Judged, necessaryFor she uplifted,Body and Soul,She was alsoBeautiful and smart,And unrelentingly, poeticShe had the heart,The Bohemian part,Of a Forest Fairy.

Very Few,But some do.Searching for Truth,We have progressed,But Peace in Truth,Is what is best,Truth, pleaseAccept all my respect.

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.

Gives Life,Spirit touched,Vision falls in love.

What you feel,If its loveIt has to be goodIf its hate,It’s just a waste,For it NeverWill be understood.

I will not let it die,And just stand by,I will defend our Liberty,That perfect Human right,That tyrants crush on sight.Our words will be our sword,With Truth we will go forth,Once Liberty is lost,The road to Hell is crossed.

I went away,Sailed the seasSo far, away.Because,You didn’t careThe Seas flowed overWith tears, fromEverywhere.Because,You didn’t careMy life was empty,But there werePoems,Everywhere…

Evil feasts the devil,Hell, begets destructionAnd terrible unrest.Good is wisely chosen,Flowers that caress,Building, helping others,Is by far the best.

I really cannot visualize,A world without Artistic Ties.

Communicating, inwardlyCalming distressThat lets you restFrom stress,Melancholy.Seascapes of movingDreams,Where all liberationThe Spirit can attain,Your blue-aqua beauty,Not in vain,Elaborates fine feelingsThat blue imaginationAnd freedom, do contain.Life flowing waters,With life’s giving touch,So much that flowsIs close to us,We hear your blue toneMelody,Another worldThat makes us see,A liberated spiritBlue Paradise,Infinity,Traveling, travelingForever Free.

And yet, much the same,Intensity, passion,Varies at times,But we all feel excitement,As love in us climbs.Those dearly beloved,To have and to hold,In Truth, overwhelming,So precious, so bold,The touch of hands meetingAs if they were gold,And passion, real passion,As never been told.The excitement, the throbbing,When loved one appears,The flow, overwhelmingOf love as they near,A tempest, explosion,As…

As you deserved to be loved,There was this charisma about you,That inspired more than love.I never told you this,For fear that you would laughAnd leave me standing thereLike a passenger without a fare,Who had missed the bus.You never did feel the same way,So we drifted far apartWhere the land is dry,And the sea is grey,And…

I hold up high,The red, white and blue.You are my Country,My refuge, my pride,You satisfy,My want for belonging,My need to try,To uphold justice,Freedom and peace,A love in me,That will never cease.I’ll try my best,To be worthy of you,Always grateful,Never untrue.

And hold your hand,And look into the endless love,In your eyes,And know you understand.

When I was sad she’d come,But one strange day,She went away,And now, and now,I have None!

Can be watchedAnd appreciated,Over and over again.The Art of FilmTime does not dim,True talent,In all domainsSings immortality’s hymn.

I’d like to tell you,Is chocking me so!Confession are not easy,Without hearts on trial,Forced to declare,Love’s incessant flow.For it does flow,And pulsate, you knowIn our sinuous veins,Like passionate fireThat burns and remains,Not my fault to love you,Love just happensAnd you don’t know why,Sometimes you want to laughAnd other times, just cry.

All comes together,Life, Loving, Mystery,Infinity,Happiness, Peace,Fulfillment,Doesn’t get any better.

And gone away,Resounding sadness of the heart,A pain that never will depart.The void, the loveless, naught to shareNo presence, fondness anywhere,A cold abode is Winter’s Day,No warmth will ever come my way.

What a wonderful machine!Greatest friend, I’ve ever seen.

Someone or something,Very, very much!Of Love,Never enough,After all,Love is the onlyTrue happinessThat lifeShould Be made of,Only Love,Is ours to takeAnd give,And thru Love,We live.

It was ment to be,You’re my Destiny.Like the wave loves the Sea,Like the gull must be free,Like our blood has to flow,Like the Wind has to blow,And all trees have to grow,You are part of my soul,You’re my heart’s melody,Like the cry of the Sea,You’re my life’s Symphony,You’re my life’s Mystery,My Divine Destiny.

Because it blends feelingsBecause it dries tearsAnd sometimes provokes them,Touches your heart,Holds your handInvisibly,And thru words can,Even, take your SoulTo its promised land.