Politicians!

An out of bodyExperience,Sensibility, acutenessLife’s most beautiful,Improvement,The Art of givingOf yourself,GenerouslyThe very best,Without thinkingFirst and selfishlyOf your little world,Thus of all the thingsWorld over,The deepest happiness.

The more the unescapable hug,Tight around the heart,The feeling,You can’t breath, without.

Don’t grow oldThey’re to love, honor and holdTill the end of Time,I’m told.

Looking for mountains to climb,Peaks of imagination, to clearTo do some good,To change the dance,To sing our song,Promote our stance.Do you think we still have a chance?Perhaps, maybe it’s not too late,The last thing you lose is Hope,So well hidden in Pandora’s box,But still the best we’ve got,We are Americans, we don’t give up!

However,Feelings thatDo not rhymeAt all,Together,As we remain,As strangeAnd deranged,As Ever!

Are going today?So much is somber,So much is sad,Everyone’s a racist,Aren’t you glad?Romantic?Panic!Haven’t you heard,A Bird’s singing,Is just so absurd,Rap noise,Is so very cool,If you don’t like it,Go jump in a pool.You try to be nice,You’re called, Dirty Nerd,You ask for advice,Cold Internet served.The ice on the Planet,Soon will invade,The hearts of all humansWho call…

The rhyme, rhythm and love,That few have too much of,The sweet and vivid sound,Of meanings that abound,Of Worlds that don’t exist,Of dreams that do persist.Come with me we shall fly,To worlds of fantasy,Where no one can deny,That life can be true bliss,If Poetry exists.

The Joy,The electrifying action,The magnetic attraction,The dreaming while awake,Hoping that Time will stand still,So that this Love will never dissipate!

Feelings that hideNo more,Opening doorsRoses,Perfuming thoughtsLoving tendernessBeautiful words,Spoken music,Just waiting to accompanyHeart and mind,Trying to unravelMysteriesThat from usUsually hide,Yes!Poetry, Poetry, PoetryLove’s creation,From the very depthsOf our soulTaking us,Even to ecstasy,Lovingly,Poetry’s, spiritual callA thrilling moment,Of beauty and purityTo thankfully,recall.

Fortunately,We’re all not the sameBut BewareOf judging othersIn haste,Do not your opinions waste,Once said,They will follow you,Forever,In Life’s speedy race.

Good,After they’re goneBut while alive,So many fight themNever seeingThe generous light,That surroundsThem,With goodness and truth,Don’t be fooled by evil,Wake up, honor good!

From the heart,Touches the soul,Once again you hear Life’s call!

So be it,Let the Shadow of Tyranny be still!So we can only be governed,By men of good will.

That’s what we wantBut,Some dreams,Just gather, ever changingCloudsSome white, some gray,Ever changing shapes,Some sad, some gayLife is just that way,What we wantOften timesIs not,What we get,What destiny wroteIn its secret book,One dayOr even what we wishOur cards would say,Life is like a PlayWhere not always,Do we get the roleThe starring character,We though one dayWe’d play.

Or trying to fill my larder.I follow the Economy,And play the Market, carefully,But there I have no real control,And I may very well lose it All!

There is no hope left,It’s only a matter of time till,Total decay and crumbling happens,Becoming the fatal destinyOf every dissolute and perverted nation,That has planted and grown the seedsOf its own devastation.

And hold your hand,And look into the endless love,In your eyes,And know you understand.

Broken porcelain, from Life’s bitter shelf,At moments your shadow crosses the room,The empty room,And I mistakenly think, I’ll see you soon.But nothing happens,All is the same,The emptiness of the empty room,I call your name,Nothing happens,Except, each time,The pain is deeper,And the tears don’t rhyme.