A privilege
A sweet content
Minds and hearts do touch
In such benevolence,
Strange way to communicate
I know,
But what a joy it is!
You’ll never know.
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So many imitations,
In the bottom of the OceansThat hide so many thingsLike maybe even our originsAnd from where life does beginOr are our secret answers,In the spirals of the UniverseOf which we don’t know, anything.
Not all we write
If ever,Not all we feel,Is ecstasy,Whenever,But if what’s writtenIs sincerely feltCommitted,We can rejoiceAnd bless, our choice,In between, aboveThe useless Noise,Well, fitted
Relationships,
Those are the rare ones,Very few regrets.We communicate thru language,But there’s so much more than that,There is all the human baggage,We all have under our hat.
I haven’t forgotten you,
How could I?Love is not justA temporary waveThat after a whileYou no longer craveOr stall.I still carry,You’re vivid presenceIn my whole existenceAnd in all that is you,Your beloved presenceAnd charm, were alwaysSo totally inspiring,I remember us sharingSo many beautiful thingsEspecially, poetryAnd our hearts would singFor as we had, each other,We had more, than everything.
Poetry, so Democratic!
Liberty seeded.As poets, we love each other,Fraternity,Sisters and brothers,Pen in hand,Verse after verse,Trying to attain and feel,Truth’s path for all eternity
My mission is not to hide feelings,
To open eyes thru poetry and art,To try to get deep into essence,Sharing beauty, peace and love,Not trying to destroy,What we be or see or have,Life thrives and blooms on Creativity.Love of Art lives in the poet,As in Nature grows the Tree,Life-giving to all creatures,Visions of Universality,Taking us from man-made featuresInto realms of fantasy,With soft…