Oh Love,

In my candid opinion,Spiritual miracles,Inexplicable feelingsDeep, way insideThat give youSuch pleasure,You want to relive themOver and Over and OverAgain!Before you dieYou want to feel themEvery second of your life,ForLove is BeautyAndBeauty is Love.They belong together,Of that there’s no doubt.

Without hope, without you,And the bitter thornsOf the road are within me,Painfully present,One does not forget Love,One cannot forget Love,It’s ever present,Even if it’s shadow,Has been cast temporarily,Upon the waters of oblivion,Placed deeply into the subconscious,The feeling remains alive and the same,Love, is not only remembering a name.

Try to analyze it all,We arrive at different roads,Different answersFor each one,But none conclusiveExcept, for the believer,For all others, all is theoryFalling Autumn leavesFull of color and windy furyYet, leading, nowhere.

I’m surprised,It stillExists,Our TimesSo unaesthetic,HermeticAnd pathetic,Our veryHumanitySeems,To beAt risk!

All is upside down!Where do we goTo stopAnxiety’s flow?‘Sorry,Nobody knowsThe name of thatTown,For it is no more.’Just an uneasy feeling!No one there to helpJust an uneasy feelingOf all being,So ineptSo amateurish,And dangerously,Swept!Just an uneasy feeling,And nowhere to goEven though its SummerSanity has been buriedUnder tons of dirty snow,And History is a bannerThat no one in…

Recycle most everything,Except politicians,Who certainly should beAfter all their dishonest actionsAnd their ill played renditions.

Trying to alleviate,The anger, the heat,The desperation,The disenchantmentThat in me,Gnawingly, accumulatesAs I look thru History,As I navigate thru LifeWith an open mind,And after all this timeNo Answers, yet…..

Poems can even sometimes,Make you very mad,But oh, how they are fulfilling,Like no other read can be,Never underestimate a poem,They have the immortal power,To make of Liberty, a tower,And forever set you free.

Creative miracle,Of immortality, a sign.Feeling Beauty that lives thru Time,Democratically sublime,Free Forever,Art, glory to share,Yours but also mine.

I can no longer stand,Those political groans,The lies and the assumption,That we are all Fools,Being taken over,By a bunch of slimy Ghouls.

Oh Love, how you console,The lonely, weeping soul,That for you only lives,And cannot wait,Its never ending love,To give.

The light is somber,GrayThen comes that empty feeling,That just won’t go away.Frustration is a partner,Not easy to dismiss,It hangs around,No happy sound,Just softly does it hiss.Ups and Downs,Are part of Life,What other can I say?You can’t be happy all the timeLife just isn’t that way.

Even in Poetry,Some things when saidShould not be said,So vile, they really be,And still, are daredTo be called by some,Modern poetry.We’re living in a quicksand world,Where there is no respect,Where foolishly,We think we’re free,To write and say, no matter what,Then call it, poetry

But I have no place to go,No place to flowMy dark waters,Cry, my sadness awayMy solitude gray,Yes, it’s been a bad dayWhen love is at playAnd there is no place to goAnd even tearsWon’t come my way…

Their own personal gate,And become a sincere believer,Or forever for answers wait.

Philosophy, Psychology, HistoryImagery, Color,Beauty of language,Perfect symmetryOf mind and soul,Making it,The most beloved of allLiving Arts,The closest to our heartsSince writing first sawIts heavenly dawn.

Saying and meaning, ‘I Love You’Then that becomes Poetry too.We want to live in harmony,But only Love can make us free,And give our lives celestial careNo matter why or when or where.

Different people and different sighs,But the best thing of all is,When all of humanity together, tries.

TV channels with the telephone,Wondering why oh why, can’t I,Everything now is upside down,I too, can crazy things try?Maybe one day,Even run for ‘President’I’m sure I will qualify.

Trying to makeSome poetic sense.A World all its own,Where the spirit is born.And feelings never end….

Runny make up,Of Hypocrisy.Of politicians,Lies do scare,Devil’s precision,Always there.Wish I could vote,To send them all,Back to the holes,From whence they crawled.Like locust ravishing it all,They hope you’ll vote,As not to stall,All their shenanigans.So go and vote,Then sit and see,How lies become,True infamy.

So, you and I, we will never be apart,As long as a poem, everyday will start,The romantic beating of our helpless heart!

One,The unlimited Love of Verse,Profound and immersed,Palpitating first,Like no other one.

To have captured the spirit,of a dream once dreamt by me,I have always understood you,More than you could ever tell,I have loved you much in secret,But I’ve loved you long and well.Love begins with a small sparkle,Other times when lightening strikes,I will love you so forever,All my days and all my nights.

The Mystery,That is the Charm of Poetry.Thoughts do remain in the Abstract,Feelings, expressedMore than mere fact,Difficulty to comprehend,Their Spirituality.

Why do I love you?Because you helped me find my way.When do I love you?At every passing moment of each day,Where did I find you?In some forgotten corner, in a PlayHow do I live now?With you no longer at my sideHow will I breath now?With all my tears already, criedHow will I dream now?Now, that…

Total destruction,Of SelfSo near the annihilationOf all feelings,That cannot existBy themselves,Power Failure!One sail, Sailor.

I want you to knowThat Love is notTemporary,That when it’s truly felt,It’s like the Universe,Endless,Reproducing itself,Each moment, each secondWith every breath taken,Love reinvents Itself.

Everything stands still,A very, very dangerous mood,When life no longer speaks to you,But just your quill.

We can neverTrust another,For none are sincere or pure,Sainthood, really? , fools’ allure,There is Evil Hood insteadSo beware what mud you tread.