Are those few
That get along,
That dance and sing
To the same song,
It’s a gift like no other,
Sister, sister, Brother, brother
Not by blood
But by the Soul,
It’s so great
When in this World
Of so much insincerity
And hate
You can feel,
You’re not, alone.
Not to harm those around us,Or make innocent Roses, cry.
Poets live in other Worlds,Made of sadness and of words,Poet’s life, Intensity,Poets want, what cannot be.
I keep them close.Beside me,They are my fears,That no one hears,Now that you’re not,Beside me.The Ocean Blue,Was just like you,Encompassing me,Quietly,My life was full,Happiness, rule,While you were there,Beside me.Now that you’re gone,Blue sea pearls won,And always are,Beside me,The Ocean cries,A heart that dies,For you are notBeside me.
‘He’ and ‘She’ hardly exist,We are rather more an ‘It’,Not to insult, so that All fit,Today, Yes, I get it, Okay!But make money and your hit,Criticized and later bit,And put in the frying pan.Wish there were a better plan,Social Justice, what a joke!That’s just lots of empty talk,While our World goes up in Smoke.
Feelings fromGood hearts, travelThat’s how,New poems are born.
I must not drown,The forces of evil,Must not win,And push us,Into forgetting Paradise,And embracing, Sin.
