Sweetly desire
And love,
There isn’t much left
Better still,
Is there anything left
Clean, good to desire?
We live in a World
Of ugliness, moral theft,
And destructive, Fire
Where robbers are heroes
Moral rape, we accept,
Where sanity and beauty
Are spat upon and mocked,
Where to go?
When all decency seems
To be gone,
And all sensitivity,
Crushed and shocked,
Devastatingly, blocked!
Lost amongst the screams
Of a deadly, choir.
To the heart goesHow it enters,No one knows,Blessed mysteryThat flows.
Life’s yearningsIn storms,Battered byDevastating windsFrail, turning,Love, carries onIts story,Still untold.
For it is bornFrom spontaneous and deepest feelings,And those you can’t transform,Invent or hide.
My favorite actress, B.D.,Played all parts with dignity,Was the voice of Humanity,Bette Davis, Immortality,The Queen of Cinematograpy
I still will always think of you,It is your Soul, I really want,For It contains the seeds of Love,Each time you plant them in my heart,It seems that Life gets a new start!
One day into another,The calendar stripes,Devoid of any time or gloryThe hours don’t seem to exist,Just the same old story,Nothing new, nothing happensNothing loves, nothing gives,In the quite anatomy,In the silent agonyOf some gameCalled Monotony.
