Feelings speak
To the Soul,
Poetry,
Makes us human,
Despite, all
Our bad calls,
Purifying, Fire
From One to All.
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Oh Canine, dearest and best friend,You show us, more than vividly,That different hearts can easily blend,In special love and harmony.
You sooth the mind
You can unwind,The elixir of pleasure,Invisibly caress,The mind and heart bless,Like moving oceans,You return failing lifeLike no other potion,Blessed be!Your life giving emotion.
Tears come easy
And you can’t haveWhat you can’t have,Desperate moments,Come and goAs live illusions,Do escape thruEvery door.Hopeless, half-waySmiles,Do travel milesWhen roads of sadnessAre their guides…To find, yet knowThere is no wayTo reachThe ghosts of yesterday,In shattered dreamsThat still live onAs burningly,As does the Sun!
A certain
Poetry,The most creativeLanguageOf them all,BeautifulImaginativeAnd tallReaching for the StarsPicking us upWhen we fall.
They’re Fantastic!
That, A film, is a film, is a film,Nothing more than just, a film,But, They’re so much more than just that,A great film is a piece of art in movement,An artistic revelation, a creation come to life,That was written by the hand,But was born in the heart,With human interaction, feelings,Playing a monumental part,A sort of…
How many good hearts are there?
Do we think we can find any?Blindly groping in the dark,Who can we really trust?