You can imagine,
In a most natural
And heart felt fashion.
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We can’t help it,
The Joy,The electrifying action,The magnetic attraction,The dreaming while awake,Hoping that Time will stand still,So that this Love will never dissipate!
The Compulsion to write,
It just might be,My life-giving Potion,My Lifeline to Emotion!Feeling and Feelings,Are Everything!In constant motion,Like a magic train,That pushes us, along,Into worlds, unknown,Please accept my devotion!Then, there’s Mystery,And the Why?The unanswered questions,And the Innermost Cry,The vital search for Love,Before you die.
Because you write like no one else,
A Chant that’s Universally born,And becomes Magic in word’s form,You’re poetry is Light to me,It takes me to a special place,Where sweetness and beauty preform,A Symphony of Life, new born.
No imagination, can fly as high,
And takes the bird, your soul, by the wingSo it can sing, sing, sing!
Strange life
So many biased explanations,Treatises and dissertationsOur curiosity to appease,And yet,We live in Darkness,Theories here and there,Nothing sure,Written texts, everywhereWaiting for,Prophetic Truths to arrive,While mental armiesCause havoc in ourPoor defenseless heads,Political propagandaAnd interests, carefullyWatching over what is said,As heretics still,Foolishly and avidlyAre trying to discover,Plausible reasonsFor life’s mysteriousApparition,And what destructionLies ahead.
Love is not desire
DesireIn Love,Intervenes,Love’s a specialFire,Without whichLife is,But emptyDreams.