To forget oneself in another,

That all sanity denies,We used to have a free press,Now they are all,Intrigues that depress.So where is the Truth?Do we really know?That the world has not changedThat nobody cares,That all is false promiseAnd illegal affairs,And finally that Truth depends,On the fluctuating powerOf the Storm or ill Wind,That blows and bends.

Beloved,You, the only oneThat really understoodThat sharing, lovingIs where the heartIs never done.

Than those that don’t.Those who loveAre more fulfilledThan those that don’tThose who write PoetryDon’t give upSo, neither you nor IWon’t.Those who love LibertyDon’t lie, to exerciseControl,So, as Americans,We won’t.

Sensations given,Open doors,Imagination triggers,FlightTo unknown WorldsOf pure delight.

More than anything else,Life’s, Kaleidoscope effect,Reality, Confusion, Disappointment,Discontent,All is but Illusion,Only that for sureDo we discover,Nothing else.

That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.

Freedom of BeingEnsues.

Never on their beautiful facesAny, angered, dreadful frownsThey are the only creaturesThat will never let you down,Trustworthy and faithful,Veritable living treasures,The best friends to have around.

Already out of luck,I whisper,Not wanting to go back,To what turned all my Summers,Into Winter.The memories of the past,The joy that does not last,Seem to filter,All at once into my heart,And slowly there get stuck,As the clock strikes 5 o’clock,And I whimper.

That Lost Star,Has never come my way,I have tried to find itIn the Sky so far and high,But there are no answers,No matter what I try.

That decide what’s right or wrong,They’re by far a ‘Motley Crew’,And in Amazement, People say.‘Who, Knew? ‘

The desert’s not a good placeTo look for fertile land…