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.
That Life’s inhalation,To everyone bringsCan be assuaged,By a poem or two,Especially, those saying:‘How much I love you’
Will not make an ugly ducklingInto a swan.We are by far,A decadent nation, my friendsWe are now the same as everyone else,Corruption and lies is what really sells.And all the politicians,And all dishonest men,Would not put America,Together again.
The United States is Not,The Country it once was,SHAME, SHAME on Us!We threw Ourselves,Under the bus,There are not enough tears,Of guilt and regret,To regain,The honesty and decency,We the people so openly gave up,And Were made to forget.And if there is any Justice left,Let the guilty, one day,Pay for and regret,The Hell’s Fire,That they themselves, SET!Not…
To still feel fully alive,Only Poetry does that to me,It’s truly been,The Love of my Life.
Are we meant to know,What we should not know,Or even goWhere we should not go?Dreams are unconventionalAnd open seams,That the mind,Truly cannot comprehend.Reality and dreams bendOur lives,How do we balance theseTwo extremes,And manage to stay alive?
All that is honest,Truthful and sweet.
