Is it the way the words fall
That makes it not the same?
As when I talk to the Wind,
Thinking it’s a game.
There’s something about poetry,
That makes it like the Sea,
Vast, intense, endless,
And full of Mystery.
There’s something about Life,
I simply can’t explain
Why didn’t I meet you?
While I still could feel the rain,
While poetry was in my blood,
And ran thru every vein,
Now it’s too late,
For I’m no longer me,
No matter how much I try,
Even writing poetry.
The true reality,Our own weakAnd distrustfulPersonalities,Not easy,Who to blameFor the disintegration,Of the societyWe live in?Not easy!In thousands of years,Neither politicsNor religion haveMade us betterWe remainAs shameful as everCrawling in our ownMan Made Mud,A disgrace to ourselvesAnd to the societyWe live in,A being no betterThan what the BibleTold us, once he was.We are what we areNot…
What it should never be,Is Mad,For madness belongs,To the world of fools,Where life is just shattered,And there are no rules,Poetry is feeling and hope and dismay,A promise of Wonders that people can say.
The World moves crazily,In ways, like a harpoon,Creative and destructiveMan’s eternal paradox,Good in so many waysBut his evil needs detox!
For Make Believe,To Escape, our fateForget it all?Idols are made,By Make Believe,What do they feelAs their fansSometimes their livesDo maul?I thank,The marvelous,Ancient Greek GeniusFor creating,Make Believe!Theater of yesterdayCinema of today,And the wonderfulActors, DirectorsAll participantsAnd makers of filmsThat have won my heart,For they’ve saved meSo many times,From falling apart!When my lifeWas so shreddedThat I wanted notTo…
Amazing Art!Can take us,Where ever it wants,Being the pinnacleOf human sentiments,Irresistible, callEver appealing.
At any momentAt any time,You don’t evenNeed a rope,Just useHate and bloodFilled words,And in momentsThe victimWill succumbAnd painfullyDieFrom a brokenHeart.
