Sometimes a mental mockery,
Sometimes a mental tragedy,
Transforming harsh reality,
Emotions, feelings speed ahead,
With abstract paintings in your head.
A dance expressive does begin,
Where hidden passions feel like Sin,
Acceleration, tension mounts,
Then only Writing is What counts.
That’s how the Poet’s World explodes!
In sudden spurts, emotion grows,
And when the Festive Lights begin
You don’t know if you’ll lose or win.
That with their ‘savoir faire’Helped build this Country’s dome,A place that all Americans,So proudly called their home.Where are the men of honest heart?Whose love for country shone,And worked to achieve the betterment,For All, not just their own.Where are the men who would not take,Dictatorship of one?Who would not speak with lying words,Nor sly and twisted…
There, even the stonesSing in monotone,All is but the same,Only change, a name,Life a Mystery,See what you may see,Nothing, perfectly.
Poetry should not beThat way,As clear as a bell,Truthful and fair,Poetry’s virginal togaShould reflect the beauty,Of the innocent at heartNot take partIn what can harm others,Poetry should be an example,Of fairness and kindnessAmongst all human brothers.
Who want to drive progressAd not our Future, stallWith deep sensibility,Limpid transparencySincerity and TruthfulnessThe Key,Civilization’s Call..You cannot buildA World that will go forward,Based on medieval structuresThat imprison minds,And structure freedom,Just for someAnd not for all.
Not done much conventionally,Burned too many stars,Not blown my horn,But I never counted or sold my dreams,And I lived some that were definitely mine,And even though I never found you,I know that if I had,Our life together would have been sublime.
To clean up Washington’s, dirty stuff,Plus ‘political lying Doves’,‘Each people has the government they deserve’Said the great Alexis de Tocqueville,Therefore, ‘Shame on Us! ‘
