Some of us need Poetry,

That Love can be,Your friend in need,That plants the Seed,Of your Eternity.

The broken hills,Of no tomorrow.

They are my herds,My refuge, my passion,I revel in the waters of spoken thought,The surround sound effect embraces meAs if language were my lover,My Master, my only Hope.

You’re all I’ve got,My treasure and my life,A bit of light,In lonely night,You make me still,Feel I’m alive,For me, somehow,More than enough.

We all have a right to the Truth,It’s about time to stop the trickery,And decency and verity chose!

I’m surprised,It stillExists,Our TimesSo unaesthetic,HermeticAnd pathetic,Our veryHumanitySeems,To beAt risk!