For it is born
From spontaneous and deepest feelings,
And those you can’t transform,
Invent or hide.
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Please,
Oh God!Creator,Of Heaven and EarthSo that we see notThe End of Days!Save us, Help us,Remove the EvilThat tries to killAll love, all birthOf truth, good feelingsThat must come backOur way, and stay.
Love is glorious, Love is good,
Of all things beyond the stars,It’s what fills your life, by far,It’s what makes you what you are.
Poets have their Ivory Towers,
Where they live their perfect hoursThat no Times can tear apart.Politicians in polluted Leaning Towers,Where they fidget, ‘work’ and cower,Thinking up, how to keep Power,And enslave the human heart.
You read, you think, you travel,
Meditation is a gavel,That towards peace,Can sometimes steer.
Come,
We will walk togetherTo the promised landOf Love,Where nothing can hurt usWhere we’ll be aboveAll pain,Loneliness, forever slain,Tell me,Is there more ParadiseTo gain?
In Poetry,
All comes together,Life, Loving, Mystery,Infinity,Happiness, Peace,Fulfillment,Doesn’t get any better.