The line between,

Will you please,Understand,That between,Loving and liking,There’s a whole different world,That stands.Liking is not loving,Only One you can Love,While liking many,Is perfectly presentable.I have nothing more to say,I hope my case,Has been clearly stated,This way.

Is it sadnessIn reality,That pushOur many themes?Looking,For the impossibleDoesn’t even pay,Even if dreamWe may,Because lifeJust doesn’tWork that way.

Those who are treacherously against us,In our Country and those you cannot see,Now, Hear me!This is the United States of America,The land of builders, of creativity,The land of the fighting free,Where one can still,Breath freedom, humanly,Like no other you have flowered,Like no other you let Be,The dreams, sweat and tears,Of great opportunity,We have an obligation,Freedom…

Who says Miracles don’t exist,When Love, the greatest one of all,Can burst, spontaneously,Without a call,Not wanting even to impress,Born from a look, a slight caress!And suddenly you see the dawn!And suddenly you are reborn!Poetry is very much like this,Without you calling,It exists,Come out of where?Some hidden mists,That lifts and shows,A naked Soul,Your life’s long list,And…

The Soul’s confession,Can’t through it off!It’s like a desperate obsession,Each day, you want and feel more,Annoying procession,That ads up your score

Others cleaning out life’s cage,But it all boils down to this,Don’t make life, a total miss.