To be a poet,

We create our ownInner and external Wars!That destroy everythingWe once so carefully builtAnd natural habitats, too!Failed Monsters that comethFrom the Sea,Why must you manipulateEverything you touch and see?Plot against Life itselfBe a continual destructiveMenace,Kill what you have plantedBe too blind to seeThat you kill everythingAround you,Including yourself,By not using, love’s key.

One after anotherIn rapid succession,Euphoria and sadness,Can coexist?Nothing is stable,Above all bliss,Lucky those,Who nothing wantExcept a kiss,A little affection,Can sometimes help usSo much happier, exist.

My poetryMy guideMy loving cheer,How not to love youIf your melodyThru my daysYou slide,Like golden watersAnd inspirational,Tide.

While writing what they say?Becomes all his Characters created,Come what may?What a beautiful, full Life!In every way.

Have I ever placed youIn my wildest schemes?Have I ever wished you,To be by my side?As life quickly passes,And we’re left behind,Have I ever dreamt you,In my arms so tight?That when we awakened,We were Lover’s LightHave I ever told you,That when out of sight?Life is just a torment,And an endless fright,Have I ever told you?That…

Harder to define.

Of humble pie,To meditate and learn,To create dreams,And not my bridges burnNot to turn my eye,Away from injustice,Condemn, those that lie,Project and Love Beauty,Using Poetry’s endless urn,Until the day, I die.

Of Treasures,We received so much,But Nothing like,Life giving Trees,The fruits, the oxygen, the rain,Of Life the early seeds containBest Friends, our Trees they do remainFor precious Life, they do sustain.

There is so much to say,The same old song,Man’s got it wrong,He cannot find his way.The Conquering Lie,Time does defy,We’re all caught in the Web,No matter how the people try,They’ll never get ahead.The Tribal Chief,Promotes our grief,Democracy defies,Unjustly does he hide the Truth,To better, Tyrannize.Man’s History, a mystery,Of fiction and of lies,Of Demagogues, and Red-eyed…

Or toss him,Serpent, Apple, or notWe’re a terrible lot,In our bloody History,Past and Present,The best example,We’ve Got.

Read carefully between the lines,And have access to their crimes.

Slay, the other,Take from himAll that you can.Demolishment, destruction,Brings to more than a few,Immense wealth and satisfaction!Profits are big,Death even more,But the provokersAlways keep open,the bloody store.WAR,The cruelest, cruelty of man,As victims gather,In the forgotten sands of TimeFor when, the ban?

I want to fill the EarthWith Song,Grateful melodies,Alive!For All that Love,And do no wrong.

Life slides away,Anyway,And so doThe loveless daysOf far fetched dreamsNever retrieved.Love, so far away,Was never to be foundNever, would it beEmbraced,By destiny,Life scantily lived,Hardly receivedInsufficiently,Achieved,For without loveWe are nothing,A fallen, Autumn leaf,That has committedSuicide,Out of Wintery grief.

Of talking to oneselfWhen no one’s aroundTo listen,Pretending,You are just,BlendingArtistic sounds,And nothing else,While,Keeping prideAnd sanityIntact…

Are scarce and rare,Hard to getGood exchanges, tepid and fair,Not much love, any where.I would have liked,To pour out my feelings,Like they didIn some romantic moviesOf times gone and past,Where love was realized,To last,And was the most important thingThat Life could bring.But it was not to beAnd now as sad and hatefulAs it may be…

You have no rightsUpon their lives,Like they haveNone,To take you on.Do no harmTo others,But if you ever doHurt deep innocenceBy all the starsIn heavenI do swear,You’ll payDearly,For that too.

When set into Poems,Goes further than, dare,Beware of this Tempest,That’s written right there,To heights it may take you,Emotions that scare.These words are like magic,A loving fanfare,Of Oceans, Emotions,That go everywhere.Few ever have everAttained such great heights,Some Poems, howeverAre larger than life.