To clear the mist,
Of hate and wrong,
That still in us, persists
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Poems have to fly,
And conquerHearts,Right from the startWith love that’s kindAnd words that bind,Right, from the start,Becoming part,Of every living heartWhere no one’s left,Behind,While in the real world,Others searchBut cannot find.Only Art and PoetryGive you wings,That feeling,Free.
Who can you trust?
The businesses that went bust?The banks that spread the dust?The politicians who’s LiesAre a Party’s, Must?The Answer is clear,Don’t trust Anything!That moves, talks,Or comes near.
Tears clean our eyes,
What good is it to cry?If all that hurts,Remains the same.
Where does it come from
Life is the Main MysteryOf this planet,That keeps our minds flowing.Wanting answers,Which are never conclusive,As the winds of uncertaintyBlow, elusive.
Life is not fair,
So much is Fraud,At all of us, hurled!
Feed me the blood of a poem
And respond to theChoking tentacles,That Life may always give.Give me the courage of Angels,That maybe amongst us live,So that I can give back,The joy, essence of lifeThat Poetry always gives.