The Secret Life of Poetry,

And unique, muse,Rose colored, sentimentsAnd dreams, diffused.Like in a trance,Your image seen,Engenders life,To lonely shore,Just, like before.It’s been so long,The time has flownBut could not killOur loving songI’ve always loved you,I love you nowCan feelings liveEternally,Not killed by time,And still remainAlive and free?Today you didCome back to me,Your presence,May have been,A fantasy,But what I feltI…

That it allows you to sayWhat you are feeling today,What you love,And even,Maybe, at timesWhat Life is all about.

In Poetry,Certainly Not!If there were,It wouldn’t be Poetry.

Roll’em, Action!The Drama of Life begins,Survival, out of the womb,It’s a hostile world,By all means avoid the tomb,‘Most people don’t have,Enough to eat, ‘‘Never mind,They’ve got two feet! ‘‘They can serve as Serfs,WE, are the Ruling classAnd remind them that here,We do not serve Deserts’‘Make sure they understand,We owe them, NothingWE own them and their…

Of false watersAnd force us to drink,The ignominious slaughtersThat man,In his perfidious machinations,Thinks.And in a processOf brainwashing,And passive sphinxHas tried to impose,Silencing,All logical links.Massagers from Hell!We rebel,Against the mental chainsThat you wish to impose,On Us,Rebellious thinkers,And Seekers of truthSince the beginningOf Historic Times.Trying to hide and justify,All your abominable Crimes.