They write defending, Her,
Loving Her, Unconditionally.
Poets cannot stand tyranny,
Being, free Souls,
They defend the individual’s integrity,
And will always condemn, infamy!
And that is how it should be,
Poets know,
You can’t buy Liberty.
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We get along
We see,Eye to eyeOr fret and trot,What is LifeMade of?If all’s a fight,If we just live,In constant fright!Will we ever getAnything Right? ? ?
Warmth and understanding,
Tenderness,A feeling,Of which thereNever, ever isEnough.
How do I feel today?
In no other country in the World,Big or smallCould a Miracle like thisEmbrace us all.Now stand in grace,Stand tall,Let the whole World understandThat American DemocracyIs the King of this fair land,And that God has blessed us All,With a Second Chance.What better than to haveWith your Country,That deep, undeniable Romance.
I’ve lost all
Fatigue and hesitationHave set in.Writing,Is a gamePlayedDeep within,And feelingsGone,No earthly prongCan make you fakeA pleasant win.
When you see,
In the human being,The treacherous duplicityThat assaults you,And othersBut that they hideBehind masks,Of treacherous political tideYou want to run away!Call it quits,Lock all doors,Whisper, HideLook for a dark roomIn which to slide,And give up the ride.But then! You realizeThat there is still PoetryAnd you run to the windowTo let in the light,To hold hands with…
Love for one another,
Although, so often spoken of.Love is constant sacrifice,Not just a mere mirageThat comes and goes,Remember,More love less hateLove is what our souls,Are supposed to be made of.So if in you there is no loveTo give,You have no soul.