What people, life and love
Are all about.
The pleasure is in the reading,
Reaching, staying in the heart,
For they are made,
Of ineffably deep,
Divine, feelings
That can never fall apart.
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Like a miracle,
Poetry can recreateAnd transmit feelings.Something,That nothing elseCan do,A veritable and sincere,ConspiracyBetween the poet and you.
Poets have a greener sense,
They can sense the Universe,And then explain it all
They’ve all got the devil in them,
Unbelievable, false language,Heretic rot flowing in their blood,Every politician’s name is Mud
Yes, you are a poet’s dream,
Because you understand,And feel.You are a poetNot just becauseLovely or insightful wordsYou write.A poet, is a poet, is a poetOut of love, for love and delight,Writing, reaching, preachingSome ethereal flight,Out of this worldAnd never giving up,Just fighting,Pen, mind, and soulFor what is beautiful,And rightBut also,For the Truth,That must be told.
Infused with Love
Discover gardensTilled with happiness,Human flowering at its best.Oh Venus!Open in usThat divine caress of love,Make us pureWith the frightening whitenessOf a new born dove,Make us know, the divinePleasureOf how it feelsTo seek immortality,Thru loveSo we may savor,In our lifetimeWhat the StarsIn their infinity and light,Are supposed to be,Made of.
Like a musical instrument,
My favorite sound,I rebound and vibrateWhen I hear your name,You know, very wellThat after seeing you,I was never the same!You’ve stolenMy heart, my LifeMy Domain,And now,Even in the darknessOf my solitudeI see you!Just the same,As I, becomeThe SoloistOf my lonely Concerto,Called, ‘Pain’.