We’re just no good,
In getting along.
For centuries, looking,
For Justice, for Peace,
Technically advanced,
Humanly wrong,
Abusing our brothers,
The cheating of the strong,
Plus singing of injustice,
The same old song.
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Yes, you are a poet’s dream,
Because you understand,And feel.You are a poetNot just becauseLovely or insightful wordsYou write.A poet, is a poet, is a poetOut of love, for love and delight,Writing, reaching, preachingSome ethereal flight,Out of this worldAnd never giving up,Just fighting,Pen, mind, and soulFor what is beautiful,And rightBut also,For the Truth,That must be told.
Blue the sky
Blue this lonelyLife in me,Where to goAnd what to see?Wish I couldDecipherThe real Truths,That surroundLife’s blue,IntenseDeep mystery.
Magic grapes that turn to wine
Love the red, like bloodThe wine,Not the favorite of thinkers.Yet, no matter where you beClimate and changes permittingWine, red blood, of Ancient drinkersForms part of our History.
Today,
I have deeply looked,Into the face,Of my inner liberty,And found tranquility.The World may crash,Indeed it will,Nothing for me to do,For I’ll be happy,Even then,As long as I have you.
Dreamers, Poets
How many dreamsWill you weaveTonight?To help us survive,Life’s lonely fright.
We all have,
In us.For some it staysIn others,It becomes much thinner,But in the end,Like it or not,We are all,Poetic Sinners.