Thoughts

Illumination, joy that counts,Poetic Flashes, no accounts,For them, no forbidden amounts.

It does something,To the soul,A shrinking feeling,A chocking feeling,A trembling faun,A still night,Without a dawn,A lonely feeling,Like I’ve never known,An emptiness,A sad duress,Hopelessness,With no healing,And no home.

Autumn,Only beauty weaves,Artist colors,Red, Green, Gold,Nature paints,With brushes bold!

Sugar, Salt and Fat,Unhealthiest of dreams.Apples are much healthier,Swiss cheese and red wine too,Think of all the many things,That lighter you can do.

They didn’t know each other,Only through words, it seems,And yet a Love had flourished,That crossed, personal lines,A Love that made their hearts beat,Not once, but many times,A Love born from abstraction,A Love they idealized,The purest Love that ever,Two Souls had realized.

The mystery that lies,In all communication.Looks,That say so much,Caress and even touch,The Heart’s,Deepest palpitations.

Do not always come trueBut if they’re shattered, one by oneThat does destroy you too.

Making fools believe themMonsters of Evil and hypocritesThe Devil bears, Marx’s nameThey promote free speech,But won’t allow it,Know the truth while there’sStill time,They owe us the truth!And if they deny itWhich they will,We owe them.Defeat!

To make it better,To make it fair,Dominion of chieftains,Wear and Tear,The very fabric,Of Human Care.

That we can be better,And things arrange.We are our own worst enemy,A sword in the sand,That becomes burning,Full of destruction,When it comes to power!And ownership of land!

Push it down,And it feels squishyBarbecue it,And it’s icky.Marshmallows,Our politicians,Soft and stupid,Brainless visions,All of them from the same box,Waiting to play wolf or fox.

And sweet delight,Hoping to reachSentiment height,Hoping to be read,Not just for one night,Hoping to spread love,Above, all mightHoping to gift lightAnd for justice, fight.

Forwarding address,‘No longer there’A naked white sheet,Of paper, so neat,In my face,Does stare!Gone the glorious phrases,Put together like no other,Beautified like child by mother,And conceived in Heaven’s chatter,I go back and seem to gather,Floating petals from a rose,That does not know where it goes,Swept by winds of make believe,To imaginary Nations,Where there is no longer…

Of who, (or is it whom?) ,Is going to lead the American cattle.Never before seen,2 such candidates.From Wuthering Heights,(wuther=to blow with a dull roaring sound)We’ve fallen very low,Leaving our muddy footprints,In a slosh of political snowUnable to think for ourselvesOr even growLaying there, inertlyAs the cold wind of defeat,Howls and blows.Forgive me for being so…

They practice,Fraternal, sentimental callsPlus have of Love, an overdose.

To write the best,The most profound,I can,My feelings,Thru most words,I sound.The quest,To touch the skyOr at least, tryThe unknown heavensPoetically, mystify,Where perfection liesAnd rose colored dreams,Abound.The Stars,Lights without sound,The Soul,Lifting us upFrom the groundLove,The summit of every life,When found.

No other drink as sweet,Nor with such blessed power.

Every sentiment just right,Form a Necklace of well being,Made of beauty, sound and light.

Mean and lean, just with words,No props,And at the same time,Visualize, create feelings,Touch a nerve,Never was the reader better served!

The weirder we get,21st century, irreverence?Wanna make a bet?This century, all past we’ll forget,Plunging us into moral apathy,That one day we’ll regret.

Like fat squatsNothing is ever enough!Until we lose it allAnd with a huff and a puffSuddenly, our world is blown downThen and only then do we realizeAnd appreciate what we, HAD.

Does synthesize,All dreams inside,And All that life is worth.

Would happily conclude and more,But now I realize, sadly so,That ours were footprints in the snow,Love cannot die and bloom again,Today can’t be what we were Then!

And where is our Tomorrow?A spec of joy, a silent smile,And many days of sorrow.All green will wilt,Not without guilt,For Time we cannot borrow,The lonely Flower on the hill,The wind of Time will surely kill,We’re here today,But, will be gone, Tomorrow.