The oven is cool, compared to you,
You’ve got no positive heat,
Any day of the week,
Even on Sunday.
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Except spontaneous creation,When free of human,Manipulation..Certain Poems,Have it!And when one falls upon One,There is a strangeAnd wonderful flutterOf the Heart,That can make you flyTo regions,Of unimaginable, transparencyThat can only be feltThru LoveParticipating in a dynastyOf intangible and thrillingSensations from aboveSo hard to even describe,The apotheosis,The divine statusOf feeling the immensityOf the Sea,For the first time,Thru…
In true Poetry
You feelMore than understand.The spiritual magnetismIs Undeniable,A feel of Immortality,Perfumes the air.
Two friends with a pen,
In search of some paper to write,But they found the ‘ damsel’,Next to their own inkwell,Then said ‘All’s not well’Stupidity IS on the rise.
The music of language,
You have to hear it,You have to feel it,In your heart so tenderly,Where it will stay forever,In beauty and purity,Softly singing,Its immortal melody.
Today’s tastes flipper and flounder,
Beauty seems to be a stranger,Held in valor, less and less.Makes us think and also wonder,What the future will uphold?If all Beauty does go under,Emptiness will then unfold,Fellings will forever shatter,In a World completely cold.
Where is your soul
Up to the sky,To find some illusionsThat will help it fly.Here on Earth,It just wants to die,Seeing how injustice,Won’t give truth a try.