The poet hopes his inner flowers,
Will turn into poetic towers,
While he makes love to the Moon.
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Vampires,
Feudal lords, is anything different for your serfs?Manipulated and strangulated,The people pay the price,Of the misuse of power,From the lowest hut,To the highest, tower.Will it ever change?
The World is ours,
To make it better,To make it fair,Dominion of chieftains,Wear and Tear,The very fabric,Of Human Care.
When I read what you write,
Planets, Stars, Galaxies,All become displaced,The World turns upside down,And I, I have to face,That you’re my greatest grace,The World, In one sole Embrace.
Give me your heart,
Molten metals find,A way to make Us whole.Molten metals blend,Molten metals bond,With Love and then they’re set,For life, Eternally,As I belong to you,And you belong to me.
Travel, travel
Films did it.
We try to realize,
The Why and How of Sentiment,But no man has of yet explained,How two souls can in Love remain,Forever, fused in love and pain.