Now,

And yet, both are disturbing,And can produce a fall,But Love usually is sincere,While politics is Not,Love sometimes is a rose,While politics and politicians,Are just plain Rot.

For All present ills,That the Country sustainsAnd a certain Someone,Who is ‘never to blame’,Has told us, much more of the same,Now it’s our turn, to open eyes and see,We can blame that certain Someone,To a much higher degree

Always teach, have far reach,And can mold new and old,Open gates, change your fate,Dissipate, lonely wait,Travel forward, inundate,Make you feel your human state.

So live fully for we know not if tomorrow,Will be made of broken paths of loneliness.

But write,Giving WordsMuch more meaningColor and exuberanceThan they alreadyMay have,Thus, the poet shinesReaches high, flies,Skies of HeavenNever dies,Projecting feelings,Understanding,That traverse,The mysteries,Yet untoldBut that live onThru Verse.

My faithful friendThe only one,I’ve ever had.I cry and smileWith you,Hand in handWe’ve traveledLife’s Land,And I am everGratefulFor your presenceAnd your lettingMe explore,Your Magic Land.That takes meTo the coreOf feelings,And helps meUnderstand.

A painful cleansing,A thirst for purification,Edification,A person becoming a person,A Holy Journey towards Light!Illuminating Souls,That dancing with delight,At it’s Presence,Drink the sweet nectar,Of Peace within Peace.All becomes whole again,There is a rebirth,Of the Soul, Of the Flesh,A deliverance of the Mind,A Freedom never before felt,The ultimate liberation!The Truth,So difficult to Find,So difficult to Tell,As man’s…

Then two apples a dayMust keep ‘everything’ at bay.

And our thinking brainCan never make us,Totally good or sane,There is something about usThat makes us, incomprehensibleTo ourselves and to others,Therefore, sadly alone,We shall forever, remain.

All politicians,Only tell you lies.Dancing a Fandango,Up and down the aisles,Elections are excuses,For telling bigger Lies.EpilogueThe Dirty Dance of Politics has reached its saturation,Now we are as Rotten, as any other nation.

Made out of tears,Resembling green rain.

Loneliness begets emptiness,No light, will flowers bare,If no one’s there to care,The world takes flightThe Scene, desolate,Loses all mightThere is no differenceBetween day or nightWhen no one’s there,As if your very soulHad taken flightAnd you, just,Don’t even care.No banister to hold on tightWhen falling down a precipiceKnowing, no one’s thereTo catch or save youOr even…

So much more to discoverWhole Worlds to uncover,Sustaining richness for Life’s cup.

That with their ‘savoir faire’Helped build this Country’s dome,A place that all Americans,So proudly called their home.Where are the men of honest heart?Whose love for country shone,And worked to achieve the betterment,For All, not just their own.Where are the men who would not take,Dictatorship of one?Who would not speak with lying words,Nor sly and twisted…

‘We do, because without us,Life can be a very sad and serious bind.’

The poet feelsA melody,The music that is in the air,That must become poetry fair.The Dreamer’s song,Near by the sea,Blue sailing movement,Sets it free,A feeling that you don’t forget,Like young first love, you don’t regretThe poet lives only for that,It’s in the blood yet so abstract.A poem is a poet’s song,Fighting for beauty,Right not wrong,All love…

And as long as heartAnd language exist,A source of joy, love and peace,No favoritism intended,But good PoetryCan also beA life’s new lease.

No one ever cared,As ever and ever,You cared for meOur time was so short,Together,But our love shallForever be,I promise you,Adored, beloved,You will alwaysBe alive in me.

For the World is so polluted,Human ugliness, just mounts.In love with Art and Music,Not watching, the amounts,Intoxicating Beauty,That grows by leaps and bounds,The poet’s heart rejoices,To limpid, heartfelt sounds,Maybe a poem sees the light,As happiness is found.

Or trying to fill my larder.I follow the Economy,And play the Market, carefully,But there I have no real control,And I may very well lose it All!

Give TruthThe HeightIt deserves,And love,All creaturesWith great might,Love savesThe little lightWe still, conserve.

Like an empty sigh,While Time swallowsMy time,And Poetry, just staresMe in the face,Saying,You’re mine and only Mine!

So easily falling,Into self-made ruts,Boring repetitionsDull and unproductiveHave and Have-nots,As evil politiciansFill-in the gapsWith lying rulesAnd prohibitionsThat make lifeAn insufferableMishap.

From Greece to our times,They have sung to LoveMillions of times,Never giving up,The Hope to find it.