Spring Time,
When, we were happiest together,
As Winter’s cold retreated,
March sang its Spring Time Song,
Slowly, then fury, excitement
All around us, new life was born,
But this year, it’s sadly different,
Gone for me all the excitement,
You’re no longer by my side,
And all love is gone without you,
Life is but an empty ride.
I remember days of rapture,
When togetherness was one,
And those moments, happy moments,
That forever, now are gone
There are so many,I can’t even say,So fool me and swirl me,Then bog me down,‘Friendship’s’ always on shaky ground,‘ I am your friend, till I decide,To kick you good, right in the hide,I have no conscience, I have no pride’So goes Society’s dirty tide.People in general, you cannot trust,Most aren’t truthful, sincere or just.
Each poetHis dream,To be ableTo express it,Not as easy asIt may seem.
I must chose them softly and with care,Mind them, find them, grind themInto reality,Respect them, blend them,Care for them, love themAs does a mother, love every childKeep them close, protectedUntil they are ready,To fly away, poetically,On their ownInto their new found,Poem home.
Is it the way the words fallThat 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 explainWhy didn’t I meet you?While I still could feel the rain,While poetry was in my blood,And…
The Poet’s life, sweat and tears,Feelings grown thru many years,Dreams, Fantasies, Disappointments,That nobody wants, that nobody hears.
Hay demasiada luzLas Amapolas bailan solasEn la noche,Cuando el mundo duerme,En forma de cruz.EnglishAmapolas bleed by night,Because by day,There is too much light.Amapolas dance alone,In the night,As the world sleepsAnd is crucified.
