When will we learn to balance?
The gifts we have, second to none,
Respect and love for others.
It’s time for wars and hate to STOP!
Thou shall not kill, blindly at will,
When will we learn to honor?
And make this sacred Law for Life,
Our one and only banner.
May the Poet write,It is in everyone’s freedomTo like or not to likeBut if, by chance,You fall in love with poetryYou will not regret it,For so much closer,To Heaven,You will always be.
It has to speak,Universally,Of human Spirituality,And reach the heart,And reach the sky,And sail the sea,And never die.
Like a ton of bricks,And you realizeToo late,How to guide your lifeAnd avoid ‘all free’And stupid, risks.
That appear to disappearLike Halloween,Ghosts,Once a year.‘Boo’, everybody!Lonely fun,One plus none,Nobody.
Don’t you know?That is precisely,What our Souls are made of.
Today,Nor meant to, beautifully stayEven love has been beatenAway,By vulgar, animal likeCoupling,That instead of loveIs made of drugsAnd vulgarity,Vile, ugly thingsThat real loveShould never say.There’s nothing good or pure today,When will I learn it’s just that wayMaybe I saw too many films, in whichTrue love would always winBut that’s now gone and far awayAs is…
