Looking for answers,
And finding none,
A poet’s work
Is never done.
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There’s hell coming to Paradise,
Things were never So in Paradise,Seems that Evil’s here to stay.There are devils in Paradise,That impose their hideous way,The good winds have fled Paradise,Leaving only shades of gray.
Poor Trees,
Thinking they will reach the Sky,When it’s not the case at All.Poor Us,We Fall,Thinking that we know it All,Not evolving,Hitting our Heads,Against, the same uncaring,Ignorant Wall.
The uncontested worth
Does not endReading it once,It lives on,ImmaculatelyInto the depthsOf immortalityAnd Time.
Poetry is what my mother,
Honesty, is what my father,Taught to me,Beauty is what I always,Seek to see,Love, is all I lived for,Made me free.
Because you write like no one else,
A Chant that’s Universally born,And becomes Magic in word’s form,You’re poetry is Light to me,It takes me to a special place,Where sweetness and beauty preform,A Symphony of Life, new born.
An outstretched hand,
Softly said in timeCan mean, so much!God knows,We’re so alone and lostIn this ValleyOf hypocrisy and deception.This beloved, ‘Terra Nostra’,Our dear Earth,That we so selfishly,Mistreat and Mutilate,Thinking that allBelongs to Us,Not counting otherLiving creaturesAnd growing things.For we are,Selfish and inhuman beings,Who for centuriesHave cultivated, not eliminated,Evil’s touch from our souls,Nor successfully plannedEvil’s well deservedDiscrimination and…