But not all that’s wise
Arrives
And life separates
Forever,
Those who can’t
Master their lives.
We were meant
To be together,
But life’s winds
Blew us apart
Life no longer
Was worth living
When the Wind,
Stole
Both our hearts,
And in later years
That followed,
Never gave us
A new start
Windblown lives,
The saddest ever
Do so often fall
Apart.
The rest is justAltogether,Frills and flimsyLace,Poetry can’t helpBeing,The innermostWitness,Of the feelingsOf the human race.
It’s the feelingsThere infusedThat in the Poem,Count.Being able to communicateThru abstraction, feelingsWithout being, face to faceBut thru some mysteriousAnd supernatural, graceThat seems to naturally comeTo the poet, as the poemTakes shape and space,Becomes, alive!Communicates,Its inner lifeWith no mistakes.A divine and inseparableConception of Love,A marvelous World ofAbstraction,Where the most intimateFeelings take place,Anchoring sensationsAnd satisfaction,Like nothing elseThat…
Especially in government,Where Red Hot are his lies.The Devil never sleeps,Into our dreams he creeps,The world goes Red,He laughs and spreads,His deadly dance around,As Evil he does crown.
Because it blends feelingsBecause it dries tearsAnd sometimes provokes them,Touches your heart,Holds your handInvisibly,And thru words can,Even, take your SoulTo its promised land.
Sharing Love and deep affection,Makes things easier to bareGiving Life its true connection.
Poetry tries to captureFeelingsAnd most of the time,Convey,The true beauty of the Soul,Helping us find love’s way.Blessed be it!Forever and a day.
