Oh Love,

I travel freely,Without pain, without fear,Knowing that Love Is,The only reason we are here.

Words and feelings, intertwine,Making Some of them, divine.

There was a timeWhen we were wine and roses,But, so many times, with timeAll decomposes,We take things apart,We take ourselves apartWe look for troubleAnd we get it,Never satisfied, Never smartAnd so go so many loves,That perhaps were doomed,From the very start.

Tyrannical forces have permeated,All of human life, somehow!How sad it is….

Strings of Heart,Just come apart,The Happiness it brings!

For life,A love as deepAs all of Life,That crowns the days,Opens the nightsIn dreams of loveSouls coincideIn happiness,Fulfilment too,To have and holdA lifetime thruA deeper love,Never grows oldAs time goes by,It turns to gold.

Things and feelings,You cannot see,But that are felt, effortlessly,One might say, miraculously.

Convert complicated to plain,All in vain,Surrounded by Theories,Or the mutterings of the insane,We live in constant Fog,With or without drugs,That certainly disrupt,Our ‘thinking’ brain,Plagued,By our erratic actions,Never explained.

If ever,Not all we feel,Is ecstasy,Whenever,But if what’s writtenIs sincerely feltCommitted,We can rejoiceAnd bless, our choice,In between, aboveThe useless Noise,Well, fitted

Melting all barriersBetween love and desire.No wonder the RomanticsPut love before, AllAnd were willing,For Love,To give up their, Soul.

For precious light, sereneSo rarely felt or seen,I delve into sweet Poetry,The Arts that have no scheme,I look for Nature’s beauty,The peace that’s born within,And try to hide,From human tide,Where only tempests win.

Having lost you forever,Doesn’t even seem real.

Long on feelings,SentimentsLong on LoveWhich it sings best.The summit of feelingCannot be expressed,In simple words,Poems are there,To say them first.Where words becomeA sweet caressAnd feelings flutterAt their best.

Being strangled,Mercilessly.Oh my Country, my Country!How sad can it be,We’ve lost our home,Without fighting,Silently,You and me,In this Country by the sea,Someone came in the Night,And stole our Liberty.

A World, perfumed illusion,That enhances poet’s, sight.Thru Roses, scarlet color,Perfume and nectar flow,Thru Love we open power,The best we’ll ever know,Thru music we hear Poetry,With which our feelings grow.

Movements that beauty win,Moving in melodious sinOf delight,Reaching Heaven’s Height.

In writing poetry,Involving secret treasuresOf deep intimacy,Expressing to all measure,The Soul’s affinityWith feelings that reach pleasure,And invade you secretlyIn this creative wagerWhere Emotions felt are free,But posses you totally.

It makes us feel good to know,That more than just the obvious,Is there.

I am not afraid to clarify,All the things that move,The Devil’s Eye.

A poem that’s all white,No colors,Just plain White,The purity of flight,The purity of sight,The purity of height,Eternal Snows,Mountain white.White peace,White light,White Dove,Olive branch,Of Love.Upon a crystal lake,A Swan starts to awake,It’s whiteness gently glides,Like tears from saddened eyes,A foggy, white wind blows,The Swan, white beauty flows.You are my dream in White,Symphonic, great delight,My Life that…

Don’t even give malevolence a thought,Before doing it!Dogs Are what we Are NotBut Should Be,Just…..Love

A great book stays under cover,A great poem speaks to you,But it’s we, the proud and prejudice,That have so much to regret,Who never know how good we have it,Till it’s time to go to rest.

All burning passionsOf Love, were in vainIn putting togetherThe broken heartedWhose lives neverGot started,Once love,Had departed,Ever again.

Earth gives birthTo living things,After Winter’s,Hopeless deathLife ressurectedBy Divine, precept.Flowering Spring!Timely, birth,Blessed be,Our Mother EarthForce renewedTo carry on,Please respectBeauty, well done.

You might assume,That they always need a crutch,Cannot be trusted very much,Need to carefully guard their lunch,Always ready, to kangaroo punchAnd have sawdust,Instead of a brain.

They feel,It does not take,An infinity of Words,For them to understand,What is false,From what is real.

Goodness, tooIs a love, forever!That is why,I love your SoulThe most beautifulGift,Of them all.

The elated and mystified Crowds can read you,But never, never exceed you in your feelings,Because your words possess and are your feelings,Your words are your Life’s goal,Your words tell you, you are not alone,Your words, after all, are your Soul.

You cannot force something,So intimately tiedTo inspiration, feelingThat is and isn’t you.Mystery surrounds us,And Poetry, too,No answersFor most everything,We do.

I suppose we’re all different,But beware of thoseWho have no Insight,And practice,Intolerance and ignorance,We just cannot write about itAnd turn the other cheekOr accept defeatThere, we are obliged to fight,And Win,The line to disaster is so thin.