Politicians!

Don’t ask me why,I don’t know,I can’t tell,Why it’s an inexplicable feeling,A palpitating Star,That All should have,Before they die.

Writing Poetry,Even if not the best,Your soul is at rest,And your mind fancy free,Love reaching Poetry,That is what you areAnd will forever be.

A cut here, a kill there,A lie here, a tyrant there,And where does it get us?NOWHERE!However,Some have survived,As human minds collide,Some will still try,To start and write the Tale again,‘That Man’s not really bad,He’ll change, be patient Pen’But we cannot but write,WHEN?

More than by rules and constriction,Feelings, Love and InspirationAre the inevitable prescriptionFor a work of art to be outsideConventional, jurisdiction.

Their own persona,Their own dignityEvaluations and valuesThat should not beTainted, by liesOr false information,Manipulation,And degradedBy, political BuffoonsAnd their frightful,Moral Stagnation

Thoughts and words,Hard to define,Things we say,So often are,Complicated,Like a Star.

Poetry will sooth the Wrong,And inspire Hope with it’s Song,Bringing a feeling of Celestial Bliss,With the magical softness,Of its mysterious Kiss.

They have Intuition,Far beyond what’s real.

That only sensitive hearts,Can feelTo which their whole beingKneels,A language that transcends logicThat goes beyond the written handFlooding everything with Magic.

To take some shape and form,And I remember, oh so wellThat time when love is born.How strange it isWhen strangers meetAnd suddenly, it’s Dawn!And in their hearts,All springtime starts,The moment Love is born.

The United States is Not,The Country it once was,SHAME, SHAME on Us!We threw Ourselves,Under the bus,There are not enough tears,Of guilt and regret,To regain,The honesty and decency,We the people so openly gave up,And Were made to forget.And if there is any Justice left,Let the guilty, one day,Pay for and regret,The Hell’s Fire,That they themselves, SET!Not…

And make the World a better placeFor each and everyone,Giving, not taking,Is how Life is crowned and won.

I want them to understand,The love I have for you.The Holding of the Hands,Love smoldering in advance,The giving, between two,The silent ‘I love you’,That lovers understand,United by that touch,Of hands, that say so much.

Feelings come.Poetry can best express,Inner pain or happinessOvercome and blown away,Feeling deeplyIs just that way.

Why is manThe only animalThat keeps hittingHis head, againstThe same wall?Goodness, fakesAnd hardly everLearns,From his Mistakes?

And really does very well,There are always Imbeciles,Brought and bought,To make her ego swell.

Nature be,Her songs so free,Songs of Seven Seas,The Oceans vast,I love so muchThe blue intense,Of skies I touch,When Nature sings,It’s much more than we,In all its, Incredible,Creativity.

And I sadly called out your name,Feeling every syllable, in pain,As life faded, even in a dream,As I knew, you could not stay,And all my tomorrows were goneSilently, blown away.