The essence of language is Poetry,

Sweetly desireAnd love,There isn’t much leftBetter still,Is there anything leftClean, good to desire?We live in a WorldOf ugliness, moral theft,And destructive, FireWhere robbers are heroesMoral rape, we accept,Where sanity and beautyAre spat upon and mocked,Where to go?When all decency seemsTo be gone,And all sensitivity,Crushed and shocked,Devastatingly, blocked!Lost amongst the screamsOf a deadly, choir.

We speak to the sky,Praying someone will hear,The blue of the sky,Keeps us safe from all fear,The gray heavy clouds,Announce storms that are near,The sky seems so real,Yet it’s but air and light,A constant mirage,Be it day, be it night,Could Life be that way?An illusion blue-gray,The cold Autumn Wind,Will just carry away.

So dear and all in life to him,A prayer, a song, a heartfelt hymn.

Beauty is now in retreat,Seems sex ghoulsHave taken over,All the romantic-sweetnessOf Love,It’s overOver and out.Oh how I miss,Those white cliffsOf Dover,And the salty whiteFoam of the SeaThat never againWhite pure will be,As even tears will loseTheir meaning and transparency!As Purity of White is murdered,Taken away forever from humanity.

Are we but a Microcosm,Of Nuts tied up in Knots?A bit of a joke,To at ourselves,Fun poke.

Have different imaginary lives?Not enough trouble with one life,Can we be of Truth the sum,And still love ourselves?Or desert ourselves giving up?When all has been tried,But nothing won?Is it possible to resurrect?To sail a ship already wrecked?