With so much scare.
So alone!
In this tearful valley
Of Stone,
Who will hear our human groan?
Our Prayer?
Or wipe our tears,
Or who will even care?
For covered with the ivy of despair
Is Future’s dome.
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I am a simple person,
A space to dream,Some words to stream,And Love as a final touch.
Even if you did not love me,
For in True Love there is no pride,There is no shame.Even if you did not love me,My Love for you would not be tame,It is my Life and my domain,It is my happiness and pain.Even if you did not love me,I’d cross the ocean and the sky,Just to be near you,And hold your hand,Before I…
English is not Spanish,
For Spanish is my loverBut English sets me free.
To see, to feel, to write,
Has their own special way,Of seeing, feeling, beingAnd that is what, happilyGives each author’s writing,Each artist, each beingThat personal touch and mightWhich should never,Be tampered with,Or all of us would beSo boring, so alike!Individualism is,A human rightThe greatest works of artOur progress,Depends and is owedTo the individual’s dreamsA poet or some gifted personWho was inspired,…
Poets write,
Ink their blood,And Pen their swords,Words are birds,That freely flutter,And their poems,Freedom’s roads.
Beyond love,
The Mystery of,Incomprehensible,Our lives,Like grains of sand,Individually, aside,All understanding,Answers hideIn the star’s light,That we see,But cannot touchOr understand,The Whiteness of such,Immensity.Universal Love,Are all elements unitedIn one cosmic plan,In some Romantic fanThat our minuscule brains,Cannot scan?Are we tied togetherBy some invisible treasureThat we can feel,But cannot understand?Individual Love,The one that hits the heartAnd will not part,The…
In the magnitude
And vastness,
Of an infinitely large
Universe,
Gazing at the starry sky,
Not really knowing
Where to go,
Lost in the wilderness of time
As the rustling trees around us
Softly whisper,
Why? ,
Why am I here?
And why must I live
To die?
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Poet Fools,
But in Real world,It’s War and Grease,So few attempts,To harmonize,Instead we’d rather,Paralyze,The Planet, Moon,The Ocean, fair,Because so Few,Do really Care!
Is there Anyone,
That has been so beautifully composed?Yes, the One you Love.
Not alone
Feelings fromGood hearts, travelThat’s how,New poems are born.
One poet inspires another
They practice,Fraternal, sentimental callsPlus have of Love, an overdose.
In the crazy world of Thoughts,
Then we try to analyze,What is stupid, What is wise.
Impressive, Expressive, Depressive,
And Feelings, that are out of sight,Have a certain way of becoming aggressive,A certain way of becoming, oppressive,When you are alone, up tight,Lonely, in the loveless night,And Black Butterflies enter your soul,Silently, causing such Fright!Fluttering alone, flying only, by night….