How man can kill so much
And then rebound!
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I hear the music in verse,
With its notes, the music of language,Drills deep, knows no fences,Senses, the lingering mystery,Behind all creative lenses.Oh Language, Oh Language,Oh Poetry, Oh Music!I never tire of your consequences,Forever surprising and thrilling,Our most sensitive nerve endings.
You and I,
And breath and hug the Sea,We hear Its sound,Its movement, found,Night after night,Hypnotic mystery.Oh, to be Free,And sail the night,In our ship,‘The Fantasy’,And there remain,Never return,To cruel reality
The seeds of malice have been sown,
The Decadence, the Lies come home,Our very thoughts, no more our own.Morality and love of Good,They are no longer understood,Decadently, we say goodbye,For Love of Country, now we cry.
True Love
Can never go astray,It is fulfillment from above,That sweetly,Lights the wayTo happiness,Long sought, conceivedIn feelings that secure,That never fail, obscureYour heart, your soul,True Love, miracle pureYou then posses,The treasure chest,Of life, the giftIn one caress.
Once Spring has sprung,
To take some shape and form,And I remember, oh so wellThat time when love is born.How strange it isWhen strangers meetAnd suddenly, it’s Dawn!And in their hearts,All springtime starts,The moment Love is born.
Nothing moves like a poem,
It remains a living witness,Of how words can turn to Art.