We know so much,

Like the finest winesLike the finest things,The Most beautiful things,That man has createdAnd that to Life may bring,The best, yet anticipated.I like to be intoxicatedBy these many things,But above all, by BeautyKindness and Love,I like to be takenFar away by dreamsLike the cinema used to do,Where today, mostly bloodyStreams, lead the way.It’s about almost all…

In this the deepest feeling of them all,The purity of love comes from the soul.Love makes you see all things in brighter light,Though many times there’s suffering in delight,But Love can cross all mountains big and small,And answer the most trying, bitter call,Love isn’t just a thing you give and take,When loving,It’s you’re whole life…

Shapes divine,No living thingHas created,A perfect beautySuch as thine.

And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.

Life’s complicatedSpins and Spans,That like in filmsAccompany, the vital WhimsAnd Screenplays of our Lives.Spotlights so dim,The more we search,The less we understandThe reasons why?We’re given lifeThat is to die,As all around us closes inAnd dreams no longer satisfyWith hope,Our vital auto-tranceThe sleeplike altered stateThat due to age,Prevents the apparitionOf a second chance.

But the worst ones of allAre those that ask, Why?

How do your problems grow?With lies and bells,And cracked up shells,Brought by ‘Politicos’

While writing what they say?Becomes all his Characters created,Come what may?What a beautiful, full Life!In every way.

The worst of the worstHow many thousandsOf years does it takeFor the Truth, to ever rule?Instead of lies, abuseAnd tears.

Announcing the Shamedom,Of weirdoes and loons,Red is his color,The color of blood,Expect nothing good,From this cowardly flood.No standards are upheld,No values remain,‘Destruction of morals’Is the name of the game.The 21st century,I’m ashamed to be part,Of a social revolution,That has lost all its heart.I’m ashamed to be living,In a social, dark swamp,Where ‘Anything Goes’,And all ‘leaders’…

Error,Of the mindThat lifts usOff the ground,Flying high,Never betterThan when,Right poemFound.

For Make Believe,To Escape, our fateForget it all?Idols are made,By Make Believe,What do they feelAs their fansSometimes their livesDo maul?I thank,The marvelous,Ancient Greek GeniusFor creating,Make Believe!Theater of yesterdayCinema of today,And the wonderfulActors, DirectorsAll participantsAnd makers of filmsThat have won my heart,For they’ve saved meSo many times,From falling apart!When my lifeWas so shreddedThat I wanted notTo…

The immaculate conceptionOf Rose and its thorn.

Distinguish betweenThe sane and the insane,Should we ever relinquishOur dreams,To make everythingThe same,A life without illusion,Cannot entertain hope,In the desert of delusionDies the spirit,Cannot copeWith the crushingDeadly pressure,Of a World where fantasyIs no longer any pleasureAs imagination diesAnd poetry, can no longer beFor evil men have hung herFrom materialism’s Tree.

Who ever knew propriety or decency?Anything goes, the Highs and the Lows,Depending on the icy Wind that blows.

But, I feel for all those,That have died, in vain,For a World that doesn’t even care,If there is Justice or despair.Oh my tears could fill the Sea,World, full of Hypocrisy.

Crumbling social walls appear,As Laws and Dignity disappear.The Common Good,A big joke!One step forward,Fifty backwards,Now, where do we go from here?Death and Dictatorship,Are so expanded in our spheres,Technological progress,Is certainly hereBut we remain, fossilized,In a state of semi-savageryNo longer deserving,The category of human race,For we still cultivate,The black fields of tepid hate.

We’re but human Puzzles,Spinning, spinning, spinning,Answers and temptations,Looking for salvation,Light, from yonder Star,Knowing, knowing, knowingHow alone, we really are.

They can write deep inner feelings,With such love and understanding

You’re harsh words caused burning tears,Lacerating, bringing fears,Such the pain, my heart now feels.Are you ready to come back?Admit you’re wrong, and tell me that,Deep friendship really never dies,It’s part of Life’s long loving ties.

Discover Life’s own sap,The Wisdom Trees’ potential,Indeed we want too much,As Sherlock Holmes might say to Dr. Watson,‘Not elemental, my dear Watson, not at all elemental.’

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!

Has lost its protective coverAnd no longer the TruthCan they, smother,We will finally see!All the Poisonous Crabs sayThey had nothing to do,With the ConspiracyThey helped staff,To gain power,‘Unwillingly.’For all people that live and breathTo be free, in Democracy.

As Love reached its highest peak,As we looked into each other’s eyes,As our hands interlaced,When Love did meet the Ecstasy,That no human power can defeat!