Wanted guests
No,
Poetry
Is Not
Next,
Cave Man
Destruction,
Savagery,
Production,
Giant steps
Backwards,
Looking
The other way
Rear Window
Obsessed
Prudence,
Not best.
Youth,
Cool, hip
And lost,
They really
Know not
What comes first,
For very little
Positive,
A thirst
So confused
Humanity
Bruised.
Yes,
I know
Everyone is having
A very bad day,
When we look
At our World,
Today.
PencilThat’s how I write,In the solitudeOf day and nightIn the silence,Of my tearsAnd the memoriesOf thoseThat have takenFlight,I writeNot to cave in,Not to give upBecause,I must still tryTo make,Whatever I canRight!In honor of TruthIn honor of Justice,I fightI write!
And takes the bird, your soul, by the wingSo it can sing, sing, sing!
As vital fire,The one thingSensitive soulsCannot do without,Never put LoveIn doubt,It is the most wantedOf feelings,And what Life,Should really be about.
What I write,And a feelingOf peace and happinessInvades my human space.Never, will I betrayNor wrongly, portrayThe Truth,I will always writeWhat I think is rightBecause Poetry, will notLive off of lies.
In a Nation of Fast Foods and mental obesity,Not all the Computers, nor dishonest men,Can ever, unfortunately,Make this Country whole again,Goodbye, America, Goodbye,Too BadGreat while is lasted,Now,Sad, Sad, intolerably, SAD!
That the Spirit, Frees.
