‘Poet’s, Idealists!

So many times are put aside,Not understood, told to beware,And said to be unfit,To guide, to give, to shareWhile demons in waitingWith forked tongue,Are allowed to skin us, bare.

Must be some poison gas,That’s polluting the weather,Or Uncivilized actions of people,Acting as ever.

So much greed,So much lying,And amongst, all the trouble frying,We can see the Hate,Promoted by the devilsThat anticipate,The fall of Democracy.The devils that speak for ‘the common good’In a thunder bolt of ‘Hypocrisy’When all they care about is Power for themselves,And perpetuating, blurred futures by no one understood.Pray and pray hard that thereMay be some…

From static forms and stylography,Forms that imprisoned, Creativity.At Last!Imagination and verse,Were totally Free,Becoming spacious,Flying toward Infinity,Ready to create with Words,The many colors of,Artistic Immortality.

I’ve encountered some in time,It’s scary to see how humans,Can become such low down slime.

What it should never be,Is Mad,For madness belongs,To the world of fools,Where life is just shattered,And there are no rules,Poetry is feeling and hope and dismay,A promise of Wonders that people can say.