True felt musical cadence
A magical, sweet radiance
That sets them far above.
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What do we want?
Something owned, something lent?Just some Magic that’s for rent?Always searching, searching, searching,While Life passes as hearsay,By the time you turn around,Everything has gone away!
How are the cards
To make us who we are?Each card so differentEach game played, too,The one thing we know,For sure,Is thatI, will never become, You.
We hide behind the screen of make-believe,
May come from a good film,That like a friend, travels with us,In plenty and in slim,Its glorious message, never dim.
Poetry,
Because it blends feelingsBecause it dries tearsAnd sometimes provokes them,Touches your heart,Holds your handInvisibly,And thru words can,Even, take your SoulTo its promised land.
Those who can write,
Those who can fight,For a better world,Where Love can stand,Even if it stands alone,Those who don’t, stoneProgress, and kill light,Living in perpetual night.
The images that come and go
Flashes of lightThat grow and growIlluminating, poet’s skyTranslating, psychic insights wide,Seeing and molding instant flightNever before by poet felt,But now, intense, and wide and svelteThat cannot just be left behind,Feelings so deep you think you’ll burstInto a million stars that shine and hurt,Like when giving birth.