And Love is the deepest feeling,
At which, Poetry can arrive.
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Wound up
Their JoeMarches onGoing downThe aisle,Like a court jesterLike a Yeti,A figure of dangerYet a clown!Fooling onlyThe mentally blindAnd those to disasterBound,While brainwashedFools look on,As DemocracyIs stabbedIn the backBy sanctuary cities,And dangerous,Treasonous talk,Deep uncalled forViolence erupts!‘God save AmericaOur home, sweet home’Those who reallyLove youFeel so alone!
You could fill my inner soul,
In fact you already have,But you’ll never know it,It doesn’t matter,Maybe,There are other lives to live,Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
Love,
It is the glorious,FeelingThe Whole WorldShould be made of.
If I had a magic button,
And substitute instead,A Red Rose with a dew-drop tear.
I want to know you,
Even though,I can’t see you,I feel,You’re such a delight,‘Impossible’ said the Light,If I were to fully appear,You would disappear,And I would die of fright.Signed,Fantasy Inc.
Most everything’s,
As life carelessly,Rolls onThere are very fewExceptions,Maybe Love’sThe only one.