The strange World of Poetry

There isn’t much around.Ever so far must we travel,To another star to posses it?Or are we strong enough,To demand it and posses it.For if Justice prevails,There is still time for Peace.So stop fooling around,Men of bad will and decease,The deadly merry go round of deceit,That will never bring Justice or Peace.

I don’t know,Take a guess,Back and forth,Round and round,Let me go,No, no, no,Love me more!Love’s a game,Dangerous,Finding pain,As it goes,Back and forth,No one knows,Where its Arrow,Finally falls.

In what direction do we steer?Never happy, nor content,Lending ear to false events,Candidates, wrong arguments,Brain washed all thru History,By false sense of libertyLong sad song of Tyranny,That’s not changed thru History.

We have now gone down the Hill,And remain in deep foreclosure.

My faithful friendThe only one,I’ve ever had.I cry and smileWith you,Hand in handWe’ve traveledLife’s Land,And I am everGratefulFor your presenceAnd your lettingMe explore,Your Magic Land.That takes meTo the coreOf feelings,And helps meUnderstand.

I like it simple as can be,Poetic arrow to the heartAnd then we’re off,A brand new start.