Made of flowers
From my heart, today,
All the love I’ve saved
Along, life’s weary way
Is waiting,
For you
With more tenderness,
Than I can even say,
So won’t you come and get
Your Spring bouquet
Roses and Carnations
Are debating
Which will have made
It, worth all the waiting
For this unforgettable
Spring delirium, felt,
Blooming in our hearts,
Today.
Hurts!It’s dim, you’re lost,You feel your way aroundBut always end upOn unsteady ground,Gazing into nothingNot hearing,Any of Life’s sounds,Attached to nothing,Yet knowing, NothingWill ever come around.
Working for all They can get,Their lives with our sweat to perfectBenefiting only, the governing classPeople in speeches receiving,Broken promises and poisoned flowersThat makes the Game offered,To decent, credulous voting foolsA scheming, totalitarian tower,Laced with the chains of much too much power.
Like the Day, I will now mourn,All the stars, We cannot see,Yes, you were my star delight,The full life of weary sight,Yes you were a Sky, an Ocean,That gave birth to all emotion!Far apart and now without you,The dark waters flow and frown,Telling me that life without you,Will now be my bitter crown…
But I can hear it,Live it, Love it,As I hold you close to me!
Poetry,Must speak to AllAnd hug us, tightly.
Do we think, ‘things will change’,That some how, Hope can be arranged,And then something happens,Not for the better,Just an eye-opener,That makes you realize,That Change is just a word,That has to do with the weather,Not with human exchange,Something, that no matter,How hard we try,Simply cannot be arranged.
