Thinking that one day,
They’ll reach the sky,
Not knowing why,
It’s an impossibility,
But they try,
They don’t give up,
The strong green natural Skyscrapers,
That hug the earth with roots of love.
And stand proud and high,
Always reaching for the unattainable Sky.
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The artistic revelation,
Sometimes goes beyond the Artist, himself,It is not a question of education,But of Illumination,A type of Sainthood,An unexplainable Inspiration,Explodes! Into True artistic creation,That is born Suddenly!Without, hesitationAnd I believe that in this Miracle,Lies the unanswered Mystery,Of All Creation.
To see and live,
A government so rotten,And so mean.If this is political evolution,Then the past was really revolution.That they should represent US,Is much worse than just disillusion.
The breaking point,
The Flight,The Night of Love,When does it happen?How does it happen?No one can really tell,But purple petals dress the air,Into a thornless Rose you stare,The Ocean opens wide its arms,Enfolds you blindly with its charmsYour lightly flying thru the air,You leave the Earth so far, nowhere,You lose your heart and then your mind,And then you…
I’ve always been in love,
With the inner peaceThat greener, green brings,Like when a morning bird sings,Living green awakens, hope and love,In almost everything.
How do you love, Love?
Can words send it reeling?Whirlwind feeling,Straight to Heaven,Palpitating dove,Can the Fire ignite itself?While the Heavens open up,The answer is in your eyes,Yes, those, I’m dreaming of….
You have to feel it,
Never hide, emotionGrasp it,Dramatically,With its pride,So tenderly, generousSpontaneous,Never venomous,Embrace it withHeart, never rationAll its passion,Poetry,You have to Love itIn order to Live it,Then surrender to itsEverlasting attraction.
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.
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Hands that touch,
Love being born,Always so sweet,And yet,Sometimes,The same can be achieved,In hearts that beat,But have never met.
To symbolically speak,
To convey worlds,Never seen or that never stood,This, the Poet does,And if successful,A reading must.
Words can trigger profits,
But think before you utterWords that may cause great distress.
Poets are Free Souls,
They write defending, Her,Loving Her, Unconditionally.Poets cannot stand tyranny,Being, free Souls,They defend the individual’s integrity,And will always condemn, infamy!And that is how it should be,Poets know,You can’t buy Liberty.
By the Sea,
Like the pussy catAnd the owl,Went to Sea,Happily,So care free,Love is simply,Heavenly.Just a Rhyme,To waste time,Sometimes Poets,Idiots be,Let off steam,In some stupidity,Feeling good,Felling free.
Very few poems are happy,
Very few poets are happy,That’s why on poems they feast.