Made out of

That are sage and well intended,When they want to get selected,But once in a state of power,It’s as if an ice cold shower,Washed away All they PretendedYes, ladies and gentle voters,Pay attention, close your motors,Dressing salads, gets elected.

Full of fire,Passion, wildly at its side,Feelings deep, you cannot hideFor Love does complete affection,And thru love, we reach perfection.

Swallowed byThe devil’s call?By human hypocrisyAnd unlimited greedOf which,We are guiltyAll!Since the very beginningGreed and liesHave soiled it all,Losing ParadiseWas not enoughNow also, the devilIs in us,We can’t seemTo snuff out bad stuff,Living off ofLies and bluff,Trust no one,Even though,Living alone,Is ruff!Better alone,Than livingAs a lying louse.

Not so!It is the incenseOf the poet’s SoulHis breath of LifeHis All,Writing PoetryIs a religious call,A vocation,‘Par Amour’Out of LoveAnd Love, aloneA dedication, all its ownA cultivated flower thatYou own,Life’s discoveryTone by toneAnd if it stays with youPoet!The greatest treasureYou’ll ever own.

Poetry,Once it appearsOh my! Are you lost!

Unbelievable changes,ChameleonOf dramatic exchanges,I admire you so!When you’re goodYou don’t need,‘Can or Could’You just win!On all Stages.