That is how progress,
Will keep us all free.
Honestly, Humanly,
Democratically.
Always go forward,
But take from the Past,
Good things done well,
Are supposed to last.
In this whole planet,
There’s no one like us,
Use your good spirit,
To seed love and trust.
To make it comeTrue,Just me and you.
Just like a kiss,With love and great sincerityA poem is what bliss should be.
You can’t give it up,It’s the blood of your Life,And the beat of your Heart.
Long live the Spirit of Immortality,That each poem carries, sincerely.Let language bloom like a Rose,Each verse open, not closed,Bringing perfume and color,And images huge, like a deluge,That no prose can ever impose.Poetry of language is King,For the spirit and mind, an opening,To the Mysteries of thought,And maybe the key to Paradise Lost.
A Robot or a Sparrow?A Soul without a dream?Or even Be? Tomorrow!
This closeness,This rapportHardly ever feltBeforeThis waiting for,The perfumed breezeThat has,Your so differentAppeal,That when not thereI can hardly, breathSomething, never feltBefore!What can I call it,Except,Blessed breeze.
