Thoughts

The Soul’s confession,Can’t through it off!It’s like a desperate obsession,Each day, you want and feel more,Annoying procession,That ads up your score

Like no other,For the conscience, to bother,The mind to jolt,Awaken the soul,Make us grow,And even guide us,From one shore to another.

Where all living beautyAnd endless possibilitiesExist,But where the impossibleIs sadly, embodiedBy a pen less and closedFist.

What I read, askance,Give out complements,Like false peppermint scent,Giving praise, I never meant.Sincerity is not temerity,It’s part of a poet’s heart,Poetry is much too sacred,To lie about it and tear it apart.Be as it may,A critic, I am not,Selfishly, what touches me,Is what, I’ll keep in heart.

Convert complicated to plain,All in vain,Surrounded by Theories,Or the mutterings of the insane,We live in constant Fog,With or without drugs,That certainly disrupt,Our ‘thinking’ brain,Plagued,By our erratic actions,Never explained.

Just the way you are today,Even though you would not stay,You have blessed me with your light,Taken me to Love’s new height.Twinkle, twinkle my Love Star,Even though you are so far,Love is nothing you can see,Yet it shines on, endlessly!

But the more you thinkIndependentlyThe more you are despised.Sad but true,Ignorance is not new.

But write,Giving WordsMuch more meaningColor and exuberanceThan they alreadyMay have,Thus, the poet shinesReaches high, flies,Skies of HeavenNever dies,Projecting feelings,Understanding,That traverse,The mysteries,Yet untoldBut that live onThru Verse.

Like a ton of bricks,And you realizeToo late,How to guide your lifeAnd avoid ‘all free’And stupid, risks.

And want you always by my side,I know you understand,You also know that Love is All,Not just a footprint in the sand,I know you understand,That at the same time,Love hurts and can be weak,Held together by a mere strand,Of Passion, that is grand,That fills the heart,Your life and your land,But that must be taken care…

Then, Worlds would collide,Mountains would slide,Oceans would peak,Star would shatter!And yet,For a love like thisIt wouldn’t even matter,For our love would be,The only existing reality.

The hand stops feeling,But more the heart,Finally wakened, to realizeThat all that matters,Is how you Lie!

And now we’re All Kaput,Like that German marching Boot!

In present world of anxietyYou flow, you calm,You flower, Peace,You speak of Love,And pain you easeOf lonely hearts,Blessings don’t cease,Beautiful watersWho can resist,The deep felt callingOf your mysterious mist.Beautiful River,Dear Poetry,Please flow forever,In sanctity,Cleansing the souls,Opening minds,Leaving all hate,Far, far behind,Inspiring,The best in us,A friend to have,From dawn to dusk.

Or be falsely accusedBe persecuted by others,And Forced into servitude.There is enough human tragedyWithout causing more,I did forget to mentionWhat I hate most of allIs War!Destructive and detrimentalNot what we were put here forWill we ever come togetherIn love and peaceful song,Will we ever stop doingWhat is so sinful,So inhumanly, bad and wrong?

Elevate the spiritThat is free,Give us wingsOf beauty, kindness tooLike miracles of inner lightThat are born in me and you, .Let Poetry give Life,That special toneReaching soul,Dispersing, frightKnowing that LoveHas stronger, might.Than all the evil,That we ever fight.Poetry,A symphony of words,Treasures that belong to AllCelestial music, beauty’s call,Won’t disappear, or even stallFirst literary words,The world…

Getting ready to fool,And talk to trained seals,That will grunt and applaud,The fish dangled in front,Of their dull minds and eyes,Thinking it will be,Their next promised meal,But the fish is secure,In the Corruption Machine,They’re only running,To get more and more,And the dumb applauding seals,Cannot even shop,At the Machine’s Profit Store.

It also brings on,Feelings, ColorsEmotionalPeaks,I don’t thinkThere ever wasAnything thatCould do That,And at the same time,Be, so evocatively,Sweet.

Poetry should not beThat way,As clear as a bell,Truthful and fair,Poetry’s virginal togaShould reflect the beauty,Of the innocent at heartNot take partIn what can harm others,Poetry should be an example,Of fairness and kindnessAmongst all human brothers.

In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.

Come togetherAnd sometimes, it even pays off,Thru certain dear hearts and friendsYou’re encouraged by Them,And not always thought ofAs a useless stickThat the wind and life, bend.

Of fighting the wrongsThat in our fragile livesAccumulate, in burdensomeAmounts!Will I stillHave the strengthTo write out,DoubtsThat never endThat renew, ThemselvesWith new trendsDown old bendsFlirting with Life’sUncertain Road?That will tortureAnd closeFurther openingsOf truth and light.Doubts,That strangle hopeAnd open roadsTo pain,Because so muchEvilIn this worldCan still beCarried outAnd foughtIn vain,As HistoryRepeats itselfTime after TimeOver and Over,Again!

As many Mysteries,As Spheres,That turn aroundWithout colliding,While we wonder,Who conductsTheir silent gears?But the biggestMysteries of allAre,Love and Life,For we know notWhatThe Miracle of LoveIs all about,Nor what we’re,Doing here,As life,Goes in and outFrom this,Our blessed, Sphere.

Where they live their perfect hoursThat no Times can tear apart.Politicians in polluted Leaning Towers,Where they fidget, ‘work’ and cower,Thinking up, how to keep Power,And enslave the human heart.