Language becomes,
The best of shrines.
But lines on Love,
Are most sublime,
Of Human Hearts,
They are the sign,
Love lines that want,
To intertwine.
Become the Poet’s,
Best loved Time.
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Truth,
So difficult to find,But,He who speaks the Truth,Will be embellished,And blessed to the utmost,His words will live deepInto the future,The human heart to nurture.Beauty is light,And light is beautiful,The Truth is beautiful light,Need I say more?
The joy that writing brings
That can compare,Nor that we best can share.Writing is an ArtOf inner soul and flight,Of unimaginable mightOf feelings that have wings,Of inner songs that singOf new dawns that arrive,Of human tendernessWhere words can sweetly nestAnd all great Love you’ll findIn Wisdom’s deep caress,Imagination’s sight,Its Wings forever bright.
Life kills you,
Poetry’s worth it,Life, not so much.
These are strange Times,
I feel as if I’m upside down,Instead of my forehead,My lips wear a frown,I can’t fully explain,But I don’t like our Music,It’s full of destructive sound,We seem just to lose it,In our 21st Century,Technical Merry-go-round,And there seems to be no one around,No one who cares,If we live or we drown.
Poetically infused
Love’s lightJust carries you awayTo another kind of happinessThat not even poetry,Can say.
Seems like an Eternity,
Upside down cakes for the ride,Bon Voyage, dear ‘Ship of Fools’.