Has known the true meaning,
Of Democracy,
And maybe never will,
Democracy is not being clever,
Nor establishing the will of
One over a few,
Nor putting ‘Liberty’ on chill
And innocently asking,
‘Who are You? ‘
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Can we reinvent ourselves?
Have different imaginary lives?Not enough trouble with one life,Can we be of Truth the sum,And still love ourselves?Or desert ourselves giving up?When all has been tried,But nothing won?Is it possible to resurrect?To sail a ship already wrecked?
The pleasure that Art gives,
If there is any part,Of man, that is really good,You can attribute it to Art,That deep felt creation,Less conceived in the mind,Born more from the heart,Inspiration, divinely blind,But humanly signed.
A different World,
Poetry isSo full of grace,It sooths the heart,With blessed words,Sometimes,The loveliest, ever heard.
Yes,
Of that there is no doubt,What else do you know,Can make you dream out loud.
To be a poet
Not be afraid to start,A peaceful RevolutionOf ideas and feelingsThat opens doors,Leaves prejudice apartTries to be a just judge,Of society, a partAnd above all, loveAll moving parts,Of our sometimesPositive,Human evolution.
I may be gone
Will stay,Because it’s madeOf the EternityYour LoveGave meThat Day.