Oh Love,

Words that sing along,Endlessly,Remaining in your heart,And memory,Forever fresh, beautifully blessed,Making Life easier to go along,With the indispensable musicof Love, as your Life-long Song.

Imposed by State and by Religion,On almost All ‘Civilized ‘ Nations,Humans still are not much better,By now, All of us should be winged Saints,But the Truth Is…None of us ‘Ain’t’

No more to and fro,As if we never were,Like a come and go,That finally endsTragically.Gone are the sunsets,That kissed the sea,The love, the light we knew,You and Me.

In Poetry,Certainly Not!If there were,It wouldn’t be Poetry.

May the Poet write,It is in everyone’s freedomTo like or not to likeBut if, by chance,You fall in love with poetryYou will not regret it,For so much closer,To Heaven,You will always be.

It remains a living witness,Of how words can turn to Art.

That only sensitive hearts,Can feelTo which their whole beingKneels,A language that transcends logicThat goes beyond the written handFlooding everything with Magic.

Like giving birth,It’s Life they sustain.

To live in a NationWith Freedom, so far.To be able to move,Think out, our best dreams,To live in a country whereLiberty streams!Do we really knowHow to keep our luck?And not forsake it,By ignorant speechGet duped and get stuck,Remember this,And remember it wellOnce you lose FreedomIt never comes back!So do whatever you mustA Country like this…

And the pain of loosing you,Was like no other,And it always will be true,That the pain of losing you,Went so much farther,And it always will be true,That the love I had for you,Was like no other.

That nothing really changes,In the Rotten World of Politics,The same old lies,The same old painful sticks.They, with their shadowy tricks,Still believe today,That we, the PeopleAre just a bunch of hicks,Always ready to be thrown,Into their Mixmaster’s mix.

Once balanced light,But now, all that is right is night,And we are led by lying SCUM!

Poetry’s worth it,Life, not so much.

That we’re not just bone and marrow,Hoping Love be here tomorrowSo to heal, the bitter sorrowOf all, that has gone astray,That is what I want to say,‘So now, dear brothers and sistersLet us meditate, then pray.’

Far away,The kind, onceIn a lifetime,The heart, sway,AdorationWas too mild a word,To make you knowThe emptiness,You filledBy being near,The skies you’d openWhen your voice I’dHear!One day, I lookedYou were no longerThere,Perfect dreamsDon’t stay or careThey must returnTo their eternalHome,So far awayIn time and space,This world too smallTo hold, to captureAll their grace

It’s verses soft petals,Looking for more room,Blooming notions,Thoughts that settle,And express,The heart’s own tune,In full bloom,Reaching for the moon.

Verbal Venom should be kept,In a special Vial,And not dispensed haphazardly.If not, after a while,It loses all efficacity.

Beauty seems to be a stranger,Held in valor, less and less.Makes us think and also wonder,What the future will uphold?If all Beauty does go under,Emptiness will then unfold,Fellings will forever shatter,In a World completely cold.

Although, so often spoken of.Love is constant sacrifice,Not just a mere mirageThat comes and goes,Remember,More love less hateLove is what our souls,Are supposed to be made of.So if in you there is no loveTo give,You have no soul.

Not making a sound,But dominating,The unhealthy,Stale and Stagnant air.

To still feel fully alive,Only Poetry does that to me,It’s truly been,The Love of my Life.

Piece of paper,I will tryTo give back,As literary lover,Much more,Than I’ve takenSimply loving,Poetry’s,Living act,In the theaterOf wordsThat so expressFeelings,Better than allOther thingsEver heard.

For the Light,I cannot,Could notFind!In desperateAdmission,Do I signThis burning truthThat cuts meTime and timeAgain!Desperately,As if it wereA new born crime!We were,Just not meantTo be togetherAnd I getThat cutting sadnessHERE!In heart and mind,As the autographs,To Never,Do I sign…

For I will still love you,Love can’t be killed,It lingers on,Especially if it’s true!The tears that fall,Upon the floor,Say I keep missing you,Why did you leave?You took my life,And broke my heartAnd yet, I still love you.

I want to know,Please tell me why?Must I confront,This great unknown,Today, tomorrow,All alone?Is there no one who can, pray, tell,Why we do laugh and cry so well?It’s Universal, as you know,So laugh and cry, and just let go.It’s all a part of Life’s weird show.

That the Spirit, Frees.

‘They’re a match’Does that meanWhen lit,They make beautifulFire, together?Always, wonderedAbout that.

And controls everything,Controls your Life,Like Feudal Lords did,In Communism,The people do the serf’s bid.Beware!History repeats itself,In a most uncomfortable way,Stealing liberty, chocking initiative,Drowning social and individual rights,Yesterday, tomorrow and today.

Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.

Human or Divine,Escapes your heartbeatHow do you know,So much!And have such clear intuitionAnd spiritual, premonition,Incredible, knowledge and visionThat all your words, amaze usTime and time, again!I love good, unusual peopleOf which there are so few,That, when, by chance one appearsThey’re like an amazing flowerA delightful cool breeze,That softly blows thruLife’s imaginary, lonely trees.