Laced in with Fantasy, you walk,
Not cross the line of the absurd.
Explain your feelings, have the touch,
Of vivid words that say so much!
Communication, vital too,
Sincerity, It must be You,
The message fits the messenger,
That never says, ‘World, I don’t care’
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Man knows how to impose,
That is why we have to scheme,And plan our own infinity.
Above all, Love,
And to be loved,With love, no end,Oh poor are those,That love has spared,And never had,That One that cared.Above all, Love,That Is, what counts,For Life to bloom,And dance around,To feel the rhythm of the Sea,Singing the sweetest melody,And feel Life’s Beauty, totally.It is this Love that we do feel,That makes us Human, makes us real,Embedding us…
The poet said,
LikeNoneBeforeSung!It triggers feelings,That’s what all gunsShould be for.I am definitely againstAll Violence,All fire arms,In all countries,In all places,And in all cases,Except in the CaseMentioned in the title,Above.You may find this poem strangeBut I’m sick of peopleShooting each otherIn close or far range.PEACE,How long does itHave to be,SEARCHEDTo be,REACHED!
Can one attain perfection
So full of pain,Injustice, finely blurred,Maybe, maybe not,Depends on the eye, mind, fliesOf the beholder.Creating Art opens doorsThat are boulder,Imagination, Beauty fly,Art is communicative,To the beholderAnd seems to never lie,Authenticity, heart and imagination,Coming close to perfection,If it makes you smile or even cry.
Time’s flow
And what remains?Does beauty,Still remain,When yearsDo not forget?If you’re goodIt does,If your considerateIt doesIf you loveIt does,Because,LoveNever grows old,It’s strongerDeeper,Than All,The TimeThat flows.
You’re late…
Maybe, , ,You won’t be comingAt all! ! !PainHurts the painOf my very lonelyFate,To have found youLost you,My destiny, stalledNot being toldThat you were,But an internet fold,Not real,A fabricated dreamWithout whichI am now,Nothing, at all!