Overly so
Falling apart,
With a tear
In their heart
If love isn’t
There to know.
For love,
Is such a vital part
Of their life’s
Inner glow,
That some poets
Fall apart,
Romantically, so
If their love, one day
Were to wither away and go,
Some poets are sadly,
Just that way
Read them, and you’ll know.
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A rich interior life,
For the World is so polluted,Human ugliness, just mounts.In love with Art and Music,Not watching, the amounts,Intoxicating Beauty,That grows by leaps and bounds,The poet’s heart rejoices,To limpid, heartfelt sounds,Maybe a poem sees the light,As happiness is found.
So much is said,
Language becomes,The best of shrines.But lines on Love,Are most sublime,Of Human Hearts,They are the sign,Love lines that want,To intertwine.Become the Poet’s,Best loved Time.
The poet sees,
The poet feelsA melody,The music that is in the air,That must become poetry fair.The Dreamer’s song,Near by the sea,Blue sailing movement,Sets it free,A feeling that you don’t forget,Like young first love, you don’t regretThe poet lives only for that,It’s in the blood yet so abstract.A poem is a poet’s song,Fighting for beauty,Right not wrong,All love…
The World is made
Changing the WorldSuch fool’s delight,We travel vast,We travel farAnd yet things stayThe way they are.So very technically advancedBut Evil still holds Evil’s trance,We hope to be invincible and strongBut seem to worship all that’s wrong,Never redeeming Love’s sweet song.We hate, destroy and persecute,Yet, Cavemen live inside each brute,Remaining, true to our first roots.
It’s hard to live,
To live without your Love,The shadows grow,The silence grows,And Life loses its touch.My long lost Love,Where did you go?I call, in vain you’re name,The silence knows,Not where to go,All emptiness, the same.A void wind blow,It’s cold ice, slows,Life’s lonely, loveless game.The hollow hearts,Where love was lost,Will never be the same.
Creators of
At times,Artistic SkyscrapersThat defy the passageOf TimeThru talent, heart,And art,And yet! ,Masters of unimaginableCruelty and Horrors,Distributors,Of pain and death,The Horrible Paradox,Of human behavior,Itself!How can we be,One and the same?To be so,Artistically creativeYet also,Alas!Monstrous creatorsOf so muchDestruction and pain.