We can’t help it,

Poetry deliberates,Has a short debate,With itselfShould It go into PoliticsOr join the CompaniesOf thousands of fake productsAnd Advertise itself,In order to be read and heardTo survive, the Present,So full of unquestionable,Mistakes.

Does not follow all the facts,Psychological normality,In most instances does lack.Dreamer,Never schemer,In Life’s inconsistent act,Chasing shadows, past and present,Knowing nothing’s here to last.Planner,Like the wind blowing thru willows,One day strong and one day not,Spirit up and spirit down,Tenderness that will not stop,Easily called, sentimental,Emotionality on top.Pinnacle, conclusion,As Free Spirit, most important,Feel intensely to all depth,So…

Make believe nonsense,That never was,Thus goes life’s circle,Round and round,So much trouble,For nothing found…

Things we know Nothing aboutThat even if we write them,Love them or forget themThey will never be oursFor we live inIgnorant towersWith no flowersOf Truth.

The feelings that tie,The light that’s lit,How does it work?It’s a mystery to me,But while it lasts,Let Poetry be!

Don’t even give malevolence a thought,Before doing it!Dogs Are what we Are NotBut Should Be,Just…..Love