Some express themselves in sports,

The sky took pity,As the starlight went by,The Night was sadness,More than the Day,No one to love,No one to say,‘You’re green lovely tresses,Enchant me today’Orphaned and lonely,The Willow tree criedHaving only the pondAt it’s lonely side,No one to love it,To call its own,Loneliness kills,As you turn to stone.The Weeping Tree’s roots,Became weakened and broken,Never a…

Like love,It just happens,The who, the whyAnd the what forDoesn’t seem to matterWhen you’reReally in loveYou never stop,To look backAnd ask, Why?Therefore,Love and PoetryCan never be denied,Nor put to one sideFor they entirely,Satisfy,And you don’t evenHave to knowWhy.

Said the Artist,To his Art.And from then on,They were neverFound apart.

Living Life and Time,Have faded me away,Like an evening flowerThat may not live another day.But, does it really matter?As the bitter winds of LifeProgress and Sway,Here today and gone tomorrow,Not even after all Life’s troubleDoes your looking glass Double,Have a right to stay.

Whose drip, drip,Fades life awayLike the mountainHigh to handleJust Because itsMade that way,Like the silent love,No scandal,That you dare notEver say,That’s what lovingYou, is like,Unattainable,As love slowly diesFrom inattention,The same way.

But not for everyone,I cannot really tell youWhat it takes to be a fan,But a certain luminosityAnd a dose of great sincerityWants to be passed on,Friendliness and BlessingsThat a poem leaves behind,Are like divine, heavenly colorsThat, so well, the spirit understands,In conjunction with the mind,And that speak to you and sooth you,As no other form…