Not always clearly, but in beauty,
And with deep feelings and images,
A unique trip, like a worded pilgrimage
To an unknown Sanctuary.
To the fantastic Kingdom of Make Believe,
Far away,
A better World,
A better Day.
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How still the night,
When love took flightLife lost all essence,For what is life?Without Love’s breath,An empty shellIn Ocean’s nest,Pushed back and forthBy ill felt winds,All beauty dies,And all is still.
Solitude,
Someplace in the Universe,A long empty space,With no columnsLike a tunnel,Just like HellNo light, no hands,No souls, no faceTo communicate,Vacated, silentThe pitch black darknessOf a Bottomless wellSo hold on to your love,Never to solitude,The bloodOf an innocentLoving, DoveShould not be usedTo hide it,And if love is foundDo not misguide itNever give inTo solitude’s sins.
I think in midnight dreary,
And faded out of sight,A mountain has its morning light,Shinning with Hope that will delight,Life sometimes has that too,But when the fighting years are done,What will be left of you?
Nobody’s perfect,
Be, the least mean, we can,By putting on hate and ignorance,A total and lifelong, ban.
Now,
Has lost its protective coverAnd no longer the TruthCan they, smother,We will finally see!All the Poisonous Crabs sayThey had nothing to do,With the ConspiracyThey helped staff,To gain power,‘Unwillingly.’For all people that live and breathTo be free, in Democracy.
Poetry,
Flashes of luminosityThat come and go,That won’t let goBeautiful Tragedy!