Paradise Lost,
The people feed.
The more I live,
The more I know
Man is to man,
Less friend, more foe
And as I walk thru meadows sweet
I try to avoid, the Weeds I meet.
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It’s difficult to deny,Secret attractions.Planets Satellites attract,Universally, a well know fact,So why should I not be attracted to you?When you were,The most passionate illusion,I ever knew.And yet,As long as we, live,Our elliptical path,Will never cross,And yet, like memories past,Your fatal attraction, from the start,Was nothing but pain.There are loves,That just will break your heart,Time and…
Those who think, feel and care
For they knowThat no matter where they goThey will not adapt,To the hard, rude realityOf imperfection, selfishnessAnd deception,Practiced by others,Who set up their scenario of hateWhere no loveOr consideration ever gathers.
The wisdom,
Of certain poets,Hard to beatIt’s as ifLife and LightFinally meet,Reaching the heart,There to keep.
We have language,
Music, Poetry,We’re smartSo,What do we do?Attack othersSteal and plunderHave wars,Produce sadnessDestroy wondersInvent arms,Of annihilatingThunder!Instead of spreadingLove and JoyWe practice,No Pity, no pityNone at allBeing, shamefully,Selfish andThe Cruelest CreaturesOf them all.
Each poet is different
In a rich, consoling wayThat is because poetsAlways have deepAnd personal viewsSomething warm and caring,Interesting to say,God bless poetsSo different fromThe Devil’s politiciansIn every possible way!
Life makes us
A chapter writtenEveryday,But it’s up to usTo do our best,To plant with zest,The wondersThe spiritual infusions,The good kind feelingsThat should give riseTo BeautyArt, Love and CompassionAbove,Everything else.