Things we know Nothing about
That even if we write them,
Love them or forget them
They will never be ours
For we live in
Ignorant towers
With no flowers
Of Truth.
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In the Golden Trellis of Life.
I want to fill the EarthWith Song,Grateful melodies,Alive!For All that Love,And do no wrong.
Materialism, was never my ‘ism’
But all my life, was one big prisonWasting time, searching forAn illusory fantasy,Never really found, never really had.Loving you was a decision,Not made by foolish heartLove just happened for no reasonWith or without great wisdomBut if not corresponded,Can be the greatest painThe darkest prison,Any heart can ever have.
The Mystery of Poetry,
To quit the World,Such as it is,In Words of Mist, that do persistTo hide the pain of everyday,And say that Life,Is not in vain,That let you dream,Even on land,That oceans really are at hand,That make you think that Love is True,And that the Sea is really blue.
If you don’t feel it,
Like with a motor,In the dark,I’m speaking of creative Art,It cannot live,Without ‘the Spark’,That lights the way,To inspirational mystery,Without which, creativity,Would only fall apart.
A black deep shadow
They killed all poetryAll Poetry was dead,But Facebook and Twitter,Were still going strong,Waiting to kill, the rest of us,With ideologies so low, so wrong…And then blame the innocent,For not following theirEvil song.
No riches
The happiness, the pride,The open worldTrue love can bring,Eternal Spring!