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Their happiness is also your domainBut if the loved one,Is no longer there,How do you keep on living,Why and Where?Sad is the white Magnolia,Flower bloom,That proudly adorns the tree,Its green Lagoon,Sad is the moon in darkened, sky,That lost the earth, but cannot cry,Sad is the lonely heart, that feels despair,That’s lost its way and doesn’t…

For body to stay healthy.I ask,How many steps a day,For Thinking to start up,And thru Life, never stop?

Life is short,Eternity, greed.

Life is Love,Thoughts serene,If this is gone,Little is left,Life’s music,Loses much in depth.I’m glad that once,These were for me,The source of my,Serenity.

Living Life and Time,Have faded me away,Like an evening flowerThat may not live another day.But, does it really matter?As the bitter winds of LifeProgress and Sway,Here today and gone tomorrow,Not even after all Life’s troubleDoes your looking glass Double,Have a right to stay.

You may try,You can’t change reality,Things are what they areAnd you are who you are,So assume,Responsibility,Carry yourself, humanlyNot irrationally,Like so many todayThat act as ifThe whole world,Were only, They.

They can change everything,By making,Love and understanding,Universal Rules.

Then kindness is sometimes found,In a smile, extended hand.We need to show more feeling,Love Unbound.

The endless givingTo one another,As feelings travelFrom hand to hand,Hearts are a beaming,Life’s meaning foundThen two togetherHear Heaven’s sounds,Then lovers wonderHow could they everHave lived apart.

You never thought you could be,A World of exploratory fantasyWhere spirit’s wings are free.

The good and true light,That’s born within,That no one can infuseOr erase,Because miraculouslyIt comes from, yourselfSecretly, from way within.It is the good flameYou’re born withThat with kindness,Burns,The inextinguishableFlame of love.The whole worldWith sincerityYou will embrace,And this Love,You must always shareGive, for the bettermentOf all,So that finally we becomeA truly Human spaceAnd not the presentDisgrace,That we…

My faithful friendThe only one,I’ve ever had.I cry and smileWith you,Hand in handWe’ve traveledLife’s Land,And I am everGratefulFor your presenceAnd your lettingMe explore,Your Magic Land.That takes meTo the coreOf feelings,And helps meUnderstand.

Honesty, is what my father,Taught to me,Beauty is what I always,Seek to see,Love, is all I lived for,Made me free.

Liberty seeded.As poets, we love each other,Fraternity,Sisters and brothers,Pen in hand,Verse after verse,Trying to attain and feel,Truth’s path for all eternity

We see,Eye to eyeOr fret and trot,What is LifeMade of?If all’s a fight,If we just live,In constant fright!Will we ever getAnything Right? ? ?

Of everything,The essenceOf the essentialLove, LifeTorrentiallyFlowing,AlwaysMonumental!

There I can writeWhat I dream,Converse with the Stars,Say hello to the MoonSki, on the SeaOf blue Poetry,Be Happy,And,Finally,Be Free.

Just hope, sometimesI get it right.The pleasureThat good writing gives,Still holds of loveThe true delight.

Please, just be grateful.When poems come your way.

What can that produce?A World that works out better?Or just a pleasant poem,Which assembles and resembles,Just a temporary truce.

Not so!It is the incenseOf the poet’s SoulHis breath of LifeHis All,Writing PoetryIs a religious call,A vocation,‘Par Amour’Out of LoveAnd Love, aloneA dedication, all its ownA cultivated flower thatYou own,Life’s discoveryTone by toneAnd if it stays with youPoet!The greatest treasureYou’ll ever own.

What Demon or demons have done this to us?Made this Nation an abomination, a shameful sight

Sincerity, not spun,You are the life,That flows thru my veins,Poetry is Love,Love is Poetry,Stemming from Life’s,Most inspired tree.

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.

So EasilyLost!That kindred,Soul,That Love,That wasAll,You ever wantedOut of Life.

Installed by demoniacal beliefs,Leading only, to war and grief.Tell me, how do you instill,Love in the heart of your enemy?Who has promised to wipe you off,The surface of the Earth,And if he can, he will!Love saves,Hate kills,And most of the time,Life is a bitter pill.That twists and chills,Good Will.

Killing each other,Or destroying ourselves,Strange Life, that reaches for the Stars,That so desires to be blessed,Yet has to be content with so much less.

Everything out of balance,Like in a crazy dance.Years melt away without feelingthe nasty passage of Time,Knowing that there’s no healing,Now, soon or anytime.

The liveliness,The love that draws,You’re much more,Than just four paws to me,You’re my very best reality.

As if it were an old friend,That to sentiments does lend,An opening, deep and through.You can always go backTo ‘That’ poem,The one that when was readTraversed your heart,At that moment,Was just what you needed,The very close friend,That to your pain,A sympathetic ear did lend.

Will remain, never to part,Not betray like humans do,Stay today, as yesterday,Your true love, and part of you.

Poetically written,But when it happensAnd I’m poetically smittenWith feelings that are written,Forever in my heart,That poem staysAnd each time I read it,In heavenly rapture,My heart sways.A sort of love-story,Like when someone prays.

As Love reached its highest peak,As we looked into each other’s eyes,As our hands interlaced,When Love did meet the Ecstasy,That no human power can defeat!

Or touch not,The poems you remember,And those that you forgot.

With its notes, the music of language,Drills deep, knows no fences,Senses, the lingering mystery,Behind all creative lenses.Oh Language, Oh Language,Oh Poetry, Oh Music!I never tire of your consequences,Forever surprising and thrilling,Our most sensitive nerve endings.

But the trunk must be healthy,To bear all that Life can be,Solitude is always our worst enemy,But love and understanding,Has saved many a lonely tree.

To tarnish them with mud and hate,Or use them as a crutch.

I could love,No one else, but you,Your Soul appeared,In one big Smile,That sent me drifting,Down the Nile,Into a Sea of happiness,That only I could see and bless.All this was but a Fantasy,A dream of false Imagery,I know so well, you don’t love me,And yet as sad as this may be,I love you so, and always…

Inside, I feel,Volcano glows,What passion thisThat do I feel?When you’re a dream,Not even real.

To teach what’s good,So others can be betterNot hide,Behind, the darkest cloudsThat you can find,Like slander and murder.The dark side,Never better.If we want,We can really buildA better life,Understanding each other,Being charitable and kindPatient, not blind,And above all,Respecting and lovingAll Life,All together.

Than Never to have loved at all,For without love, life nothing givesAnd all is dim and sad and small.

What Demon or demons have done this to us?Made this Nation an abomination, a shameful sight

Feelings silently come on,Here today, but then their gone,Curious how they fluctuate,Rushing in or rushing out,Strong today, tomorrow’s doubt,Yet there is something that’s sure,Love so deep and true and pure,Never losing its allure.

Personal World, so fundamentalSo important for us, as individualsAnd so necessary for us to survive,Always thoughts,That come and go,That we’re not obligedTo loudly express,That are ours and only ours,Individualism thrives.Call this, personal inner lifeOr vibrations, never stillThat influence your willYour surroundings and your,Individual skills.No government,Made up of lying tanglesAnd theories that arrangeFor our demise,Has a…

That become part of our existence,That we put up on a throne.Funny how we meet them,In a book, a film, a poem,There we find our Heroes,Made of dreams, not flesh and bone.Funny how we idealize,What we cannot be,Always wanting to be more,Than our reality.

Literary Art,One is free,To read or read not,To tie many times with another,An invisible-insoluble knot,That an author can freely establish,Democratically,With those he knows not.

That of poet, madman and musicianWe all have a bit in our d n a.Maybe that was long ago,It seems that todayWe are like made of straw,Devoid of illusions,Jumping to wrong conclusionsMaking fun of love’s illusion,And on top it all,We’ve got Nothing to say!The onenessOf disillusionment,And hate,Is sadlySo apparent, today!

It falls upon the lonelyAnd those of spirit freeIt takes you out of timeAnd away from tragedies,Oh Poetry, my loveHow many timesHave you saved me!

The Earth that combines,Such Beauty, such Birth,Of species and plants,Of flowers and trees,And lets not forget,The gift of the Seas,The blue ocean blue,The salt in the breeze.Respect Her, take care,Caress Her bright hair,She is part of you,As you’re part of Her.

They create illusions,Sandwiched in with lies,But it’s always the people,That pay and sacrifice,In bitter conclusion,They aren’t very nice!

Than I think,I know you’re there,I can feel your presence,Everywhere,In the rose that has not bloomed,In the blue shaded lagoon,In the silent, lit up Moon,In the Sea in full despair,In the waves that go no where,In the Earth’s eternal call,In the Love that conquers All,In each molecule of air,In my Soul,And Everywhere

The immaculate conceptionOf Rose and its thorn.

Surrounding Glory,Of images, of feelings,That emerge like,Scintillating lightsIn spurts, that hurt,Like giving birth,And then, your poetic childIs born, it’s there,He’s gloriously ‘fair’And he becomes yours,Forever, to share,In every breath you take,And you slowly,Glide away together,Like, pure white Swans,In Love, floatingUpon Life’s Crystal Lake.

All that it hides behind,All that it wants to hide,All it must never say,All its vanity and all its pride,All is Mystery in the Human Mind.

For peace and understanding,By love and creation,Making Beauty, its single Nation.

May be the secretOf our missing link.

Catapult you to the starsIn long loving summer nights,Have the moonlight softlyKiss you,In a rapture of delight,Cross the oceans,Make the sterile deserts flowerCapture love’s sweet, finest hourMake you feel, so fancy freeAllowing, you to enjoyAll that you are and want to beIndeed a veritable wonderThat can elevate the soulTo regions of unimagined thunder.And yet,Much to…

For they knowThat no matter where they goThey will not adapt,To the hard, rude realityOf imperfection, selfishnessAnd deception,Practiced by others,Who set up their scenario of hateWhere no loveOr consideration ever gathers.

The Sky has lost its brightest Stars,Someone turned off the Moon.It’s not the same without you,Time has just gone away,Present, Past and Future,Are just one silent day.It’s not same without you,The living thrill is gone,I look for you, what can I do?Knowing, I’ve lost the Sun.

They transform banality,Into poetic wing.

Nor will it be takenDown, a road itCannot own,So many livesAre pure disasterBecause they neverKnew how to beTheir own masterAnd look beyondWhat is alreadyDone and known.

Like the bloodThat keepsBody and Mind alive,Poetry,You run thru me.

Ink their blood,And Pen their swords,Words are birds,That freely flutter,And their poems,Freedom’s roads.

Like the clock that tics,Like a heart you fix,Love,The proper mix.

It seems so strange,That those who make War,May sometimes also write, Poetry,Is that ‘Peace in the War’To create some more,‘Sacrificial Lambs? ‘

Full of melodious leaves,Sea, Sun, Sky,Clouds dreaming by.River waters,Pregnant with words,Feeding the Earth,Flowing the mind.Guidance, motherly touch,Flowered Fields,That we love so much,Ancient vineyards, reddest wine,Poetry,Heart of hearts,Where life starts,Eternal love of mine.

Why bother?Why want to know?We’re not clocks,We’re not even fit to tell Time,Nor to fix what has to be fixed:‘Man’s Inhumanity To Man’Takes priority.

For precious light, sereneSo rarely felt or seen,I delve into sweet Poetry,The Arts that have no scheme,I look for Nature’s beauty,The peace that’s born within,And try to hide,From human tide,Where only tempests win.

So you don’t,Give up, the Fight!So you don’t give upLove,Light of all livesOn whichThe heart dependsAnd thrives.So you write!Not to give upHopeTo fight, the good fight,Not to let yourself goGo soft, into the fangsOf depression,Because there’s so muchThat’s Wrong,So much cruelty,DissentionAnd oppression,Because you knowYou’re, all aloneIn this tearful valley,You call homeWere life is torn,Ruthlessly,Between good…

There are so many hidden schemes,That we are not allowed to see,Or know,That danger grow,Like an arrow and bow,Those in power throw,Their poisoned plans into the air,And then they swear,They are doing the right thing,Their dishonesty and incompetence,Are more than surprising,‘Each people has the government they deserve’,Said the great Alexis de Tocqueville,When it comes to…

A sweeter Rose, that softly grows,Into Eternity.

Vicissitudes and memories,That haunt me every day.The waters of my memory,More dark and sad today,A foggy mist, always persistsFor loved ones gone away.

Those who can fight,For a better world,Where Love can stand,Even if it stands alone,Those who don’t, stoneProgress, and kill light,Living in perpetual night.

Weaves its webs,And traps its Fools,Around spinning spools.

And then,Even without realizing it,Desperately, loved you.I suppose,There are differentKinds of desperate loves,Those you can’t leave behind,And forgetAnd those you can’t live without.In both cases, its hard not toCry and shout!

Crowd, the Eagle’s nest,How long will it takeTo get to Life’s crest?Flying higher and higherSome go thru lifeDesperately searchingWhat is way too high,Or too much.We must always be humbleAccepting defeatWhen it comesBut then get up,Brush yourself offAnd start up the hill,Again!In good faith and good will.We are the lucky onesFor in our Country,Liberty and opportunityStill…

Especially express,With a caress,The tendernessOf Love,Like no words can.

Ink their blood,And Pen their swords,Words are birds,That freely flutter,And their poems,Freedom’s roads.

Everyday to paint a scene,Of some wonder, never seen.

Dark and somber,Without any delight,Without my holding youClose or tight,Without being ableTo tell youHow much I hurtFrom your lossYour departure,And I cry.The same starsWill appear, tonightAnd so,Will the same tearsBe criedThat I neverSeem to be able,To wipe dry.

A feeling so deep,So ineffable,So spiritually sweetSo complete,It goes far beyondAll that exists.

I’ll come back another,Day,Not today,But as Planets attractI am completely linked,Addicted,To yourMysterious poetic ActThat I can’t explain,Only feelIn this, our secret,Lifelong Pact.

Then kindness is sometimes found,In a smile, extended hand.We need to show more feeling,Love Unbound.

Should ever end,Where would we goTo cry our tears,To share our fears,To stay aliveWhere, could we go?

Time marches on and kills,And We? Dream our immortality,But waste our lives fighting,Over trivialities and stupidities.Our lives are but tiny rivulets,That never really reach the Sea.

A poem holds so much,Says so muchMoves so muchCan teach so much!That even volumes,Cannot touch.

Sometimes it comes,So naturally,Encircling motion,Reaching the Crest,Of what in Life,Is the very Best.Of All emotions,Love is Supreme,Romantic notions,Like in a Dream,Angeles transport you,Beyond this Earth,As Love envelopes,Your soul’s first birth.

Not all in Life is dutyHearts should often be,The better judge.

When you’re born,From yourMother’s cocoon,Torn.

A wordless page,A silent stage,An empty rhyme,No where in Time,Without his dignity.What can a Poet be,Without Love?A Soul that’s lost,A silent heart,That falls apart,Looking for Light,When all is dark!Liberty and Love,That’s what PoetsAre made of.

So voting people do wake up,And see the truth,Before it is too late,Your Liberty’s at stake!

What it can tell!Living stories,Unforgettables,When directed, acted,and written well.

Enables you to write your thoughts,It gives you thrills that can’t be bought,For what you say is what you are,True words can take you very far.

So this feeling is enacted,Deep inside the heart of me.When the Moon at night awakens,Full lit light in black night sky,Moon beams, silently forsaken,By a love that will not die.‘I have loved you since my dawning,All alone, up in the Sky,Even though, I can’t approach you,Every night for you, I cry’But the Earth that’s slowly…

What a wonderful machine!Greatest friend, I’ve ever seen.

Surrounded by love and by song,In the Paradise of love’s bliss,Oh, a love like thisCan never be wrong.

The utopic presenceOf your smile.Stay a while,Hold my hand,Let our soulsBlend together,Poetic style.

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.

And if you dare tell Them,All you get is stares.

In loneliness,Time’s penitence,That silently does stay.The silence of yourself alone,In painful absence, boundsThe love that once was golden throne,Now silent from all sounds.I can’t even go down to Sea,The Sea I love so much!All I have left are memories,That crumble at their touch.

True felt musical cadenceA magical, sweet radianceThat sets them far above.

I still don’t know,I search the Truth,I must write,To liberate my spirit,To quench my fright,From the insecure incense,That permeated the air,The World nonsense,That makes me drown,In my own despair.I want to write,Because I have to,For me it’s like fresh air,My thoughts choke me,They must come out,Silence is cowardice,I don’t know how to live like this,I…

The rhyme, rhythm and love,That few have too much of,The sweet and vivid sound,Of meanings that abound,Of Worlds that don’t exist,Of dreams that do persist.Come with me we shall fly,To worlds of fantasy,Where no one can deny,That life can be true bliss,If Poetry exists.

DreamRead Poetry,Absorb its secret nectarIts long lasting unraveledWealth,And a KingdomOf beatitude,Supreme blessednessAnd exaltationWill open for youAll by itself,Without any hesitation,Encompassing,A whole New WorldOf deep and differentUnforgettable, sensations.

Of the beholder,But in those, bolderThat see in Her,Inspired clarity,Spirituality’sUndying Love.

Sweet poetic art,You are!When I call youAnd I want you,You’re coquettish,Distant, Far..Yet, whenLeast expected,There you are!Not a trustworthyScenario,But for meYou’re still a Star!

Films did it.

All these years togetherAnd I still love you,Like a childLoves the dawn of life,With all its hopesAnd all its strife.I love you,Till the day I dieAnd maybe,Who knows?Maybe,Even after,Then….

It’s glorious sting,It’s potent magic,It’s loss, so tragic,It always being,The living soul,Of Everything.

I think of youAnd cry,Separation is foreverWhy be bornJust then, to die?We meander,Back and forthLike a lostAutumnal leafWaiting for the frost,Which is our finalResting reefHaving dreamt so longOf precious loveOr maybe never,Having, loved at all.

Your beloved presence, here,Indispensable, my Dear,When I know that you’re not near,Black, dark Shadows break all Light,Life becomes a useless sight,In the sadness of the night.Without you, there is no me,Being has just stopped to be,Oneness is so obsolete,Two hearts should as one now beat,Only Love can Life complete.

Nor will it be takenDown, a road itCannot own,So many livesAre pure disasterBecause they neverKnew how to beTheir own masterAnd look beyondWhat is alreadyDone and known.

Have not forgottenThe tears of melancholyFrom the PastSo deeply cried,When we wereYoung and lonely,And life seemedSo empty and deprived.We’re sentimentalCreatures,For the most partThat do not takeOur lives in easyStride,Seems there isSomethingAlways missing,Perhaps, that loveThat’s gone away,Forever,From which we canNo longer hide.

For peace and understanding,By love and creation,Making Beauty, its single Nation.

Becoming part of what I am,And what I want to be,And yet I really cannot seize,If you feel close to me,A Mystery veils, the many trails,Of what our lives will be.

Once upon a time,I was sad,Once upon a timeIs a Lifetime,To have had,And lost,What I had.

We are nothingOh, how it helps usSurvive!

Stupidity and cruelty,Lies the Truth,Bleeding profusely,Seeking redemption,Badly wounded, but still,Tenuously, free.Poor Truth,I cry for Thee,Dear Truth,So difficult to tell,So difficult to seeAlways manipulated,Hurt and bruised,Buried under all kinds,Of political debris,Calling for Help!Drowning in the Sea,While mercenary armies,March, fighting against HerAll thru History!

Not be afraid to start,A peaceful RevolutionOf ideas and feelingsThat opens doors,Leaves prejudice apartTries to be a just judge,Of society, a partAnd above all, loveAll moving parts,Of our sometimesPositive,Human evolution.

And what I feel, I have to sayIn the most sincerest way.Only Art makes us live, only Art,If not for artistic creation,We would be just an abomination,A machine that kills at will,That cannot tell itself apart,From a wild animation, with no heart.As we go thru time, the Artistic Wheel turns,Creating what is most sublime in…

Water sooths the aching heart,You flow with it, to the light,Out of the dark.Movement,Of the heart,Or ticking bomb?Waiting to explodeAs time erodes.Time,A smooth schemer,Makes you thinkThere’s still time left,As the thickened grains of sand,In the hourglass of lifeSlowly gain, the upper hand.Life,The secret mystery,Of all the times,For some uncivilized barbariansNot worth a sac of dimes.You,The…

A tragedyWaiting to happen,Profit,From good momentsWhen you can,Cultivate,Love and BeautyLend a hand,After all,Those areThe blessingsThat in LifeCount and reallyReally, matter.

Is there a way to obtain,The love we are not allowed?Staccato,Sudden and brief,Swift and clear,The Answer is No,But when the loved one,Is not near,It’s hell on earth,Darkness and fear,And maybe, one solitary,Infinite, endless tear

And why do they have that great name,That is different from the rest?Because they are Romantics,Of 21st Millennium Fame.After, you have read them,You’re life won’t be the same,They will take you to the Mountain,Where They write their Sacred Rain!

Cold blooded they seek suckers,Who won’t notice their bad takes,They pretend to be so caring,Trying not to make mistakes,Till the Prey is really ready,For the fatal, final rake!They are dangerous PretendersWant to make you think they care,For they want your blood and money,Go around calling you, Honey,So Consumer please BEWARE!

Looking for answersIn Life’s inscrutable hallThe more we know,The more there is to knowAs Uncertainty,Piles as mountains,Of freshly fallen snow.