Imagination, ‘oblige’,
Watch out!
They are dreamers
That see beyond dreams,
That love, beyond love,
That want to make words,
Fly without Wings,
That want to Love
All things
All defenseless, things,
All innocence, All beauty,
Till they die.
So, please watch out,
So much love,
May be fatal!
In a World that kills
Innocence and Olive Branch,
Carrying, Doves.
And that sometimes
Even murders, Truth,
That Poets, love, so much!
Weaves its webs,And traps its Fools,Around spinning spools.
Are endless.That is why I spend,My time with you,My small computer,Called ‘True Blue’,I want to know,I want to read,Make my life grow,Not be a weed,Find out of Life,The very seed,Never be swayed,By human greed.
The PoetMust be the sameThe BirdFeelsWhen it sings,Me, thinks?
Poetry,Must speak to AllAnd hug us, tightly.
Your poetry is youAnd you are your poetry.Neither can live without the other,And Glory is found,When the two co-existIn almost perfect harmony,Liberating the Soul,Thru this unstoppable call.
You have no rightsUpon their lives,Like they haveNone,To take you on.Do no harmTo others,But if you ever doHurt deep innocenceBy all the starsIn heavenI do swear,You’ll payDearly,For that too.
