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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Inspiration,
Poetry flowsIn this magic manner,Feelings more than wordsTies that tieTo the human herdPoetry, verseNever dividingUniting,While loveThroughout the UniverseIs felt and heard.
Beyond life,
As what wasFondly ableTo reach,The heart,In its most,Intimate domain.
Poets have the right
For a better World,More just, More cheerLess fear,But the problem isThe present PowerThat exists,Would never, everPermit Poets to runThis corrupted Sphere,That they will, eventuallyChoke,And put completely,Out of Gear.
Since I can’t stare
Where loveMagnifies,I stare into SadnessItself,Knowing that helpWill never come,And that lifeWithout youWill burn out,All by itself.
I love Idealists,
That still exist,They’re soft and kindAnd bear in mind,Those that have suffered,And that life,Has left behindAnd Those,That for lost Love,Have pined.I wish the worldWere made of such,Poet-IdealistsThat live above,The petty line,And still can findA star to kissAnd a verse,For allTo leave, behind.
I had an apparition,
Someone, who only I,In dreams could really see,Handsomely fantastic,With heart yet kinder soul,Brave and frank, considerate,Intelligent and bold.Love invents perfection,Even though it is not there,Love is the projection,Of all we want to share.I would have loved you deeply,Had you given me a chance,But Life not always opens,The doors to such romance.