What is right and what is wrong,
Depends on Who’s singing The Song,
That Power wrote for Sing Along.
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What’s right is wrong,
From our politicians down,To unknowns, that circle round,We have decided to crown,All destructive paths that blend,From the criminally insane,To those singing, in the purple rain,La La Land’s interminable painCrime, verbal atrocities,Seem to be the forms that ReignAs belligerence is approved,But benevolence is slain.
Strange,
A poem is born,Out of a pen,And feelings alone,No plan in mind,The words intertwine,Sometimes, with music,Sometimes, with rhyme,But always with feelingThat can’t be explained,Like after a drought,The Life-giving rain.
As I breath,
Not losing sight,Of the Truth,Wishing that one dayMinds will have progressed enough,To know how to act,And what to chose,Remembering that Hope,Should always be,The last thing we lose.
All of this Life,
for Nothing,So many speciesAnd flowers and trees.When just by breathing,Our carbon footprints,Diminish,The once, everlasting,Ocean breeze.
Like an arrow in the sky,
To hit the heart, directly so,And once it’s there, never let go.
The minutes pass,
Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.