Song of the Lonely,

It’s like a painful moan,For there is nothing worse,It’s like a lonely curse,That steals your life, your home,When you are All Alone.

Coffee, Tea or Fantasy,Which will the poet,ChooseThat dependsOn sensitivityAnd what there isTo gain or lose.

All at once,Are written,No hesitation,Just inspiration,Does not often happenBut when it does,‘What a Feeling! ‘Secret, MysticalDevine Sensation,Pure Creation!

With a lot to share,With, loving care.

To calm, perhapsOur innate fright,To sooth, perhapsThe lonelinessThat all may haveIn life’s distress,To face, perhapsThe silent nightKnowing that thingsAre quite not rightWe writeTo bring about exchangeA better World,With cores of light,With higher thoughtsAnd better sightPromises heard,Love’s sweet delight,To give great part of oneAnd then,Ready to start,To write again.

The waters never part,When you’re alone,Loving, owns the Sea,Not just the foam,Loving, you are sharing,The same Throne.Happiness knows not,A better form,The heart, of thisIs mostly, well informed,Love, the deepest feelingEver known,The Miracle,That everyone should own.

Without hesitation,The fall of great nations,Must go back to our humble beginnings,As Rats,Time has not concealed, rubbed off,The dark behavioral contentions and disputes,We just don’t seem to be able to get along,No matter what song is played or sung,What language spoken or what bell rungWe remain irrational, as Peace is hung.

I think it Is,Poetry, the Champagne of literacy,Opens unfathomed stages of thought,Where language gains supremacy,Permitting the mind not to be enslaved,And setting the Spirit, Forever Free.

No matter,How many timesYou’ve made itYou really,Don’t knowHow it willTurn out,Until,You make itAnd taste it.

Feelings and poetic flashes,Quite a lot.Greatest satisfaction!Above all,Never political plotsPoets love humanity,Quite a lot!

Death of the spirit,Death of the soul,When you cannot,Love at all?

The perfume of a flowerThe language of the sea,The dream,That is love’s promiseGreen miracles, called treesThat let us live on earthEnjoy all beauty’s worth,The red rose captures passionIn the early morning breeze,The love that follows birth,All mother’s, bless them, pleaseFor Love is so importantTo lift the spirit high,Without it we just languish,Then wither and just…