The Soul of all language,
A Birth newly found,
A Sea of expression,
Unleashed, without bound.
Within Human madness,
A Poet is Love,
That mourns now and always,
The death of a Dove.
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Free, Free, Forever!
Imagination,That is in me,I travel,To the Land of the Free,A star is born,Within,A light,No matter how slight,It’s still a light,With which you can see,A Light,Obliterating Night,Ignorance and pain,Becoming more humane,Thru Love,Freedom’s Light,Forever Free!
Ah, to be just Love,
To be immolated, sacrificedAt Venus’s merciless pyre,The burning Fire of desire!LOVE!A feeling all encompassing,Tremendous!Far Above,All mortal comprehension,The fourth dimension!Oh Love,Renaissance, Rebirth,Of everything on Earth!
‘You didn’t write That! ‘
The rhymes to Mother Goose,The pen, pencil and paper,Were made by slave labor,‘Oh My God! , and I thought,My thoughts were mine,And my feelings too’But No! That’s wrong,According to the ruling clowns,NOTHING, belongs to you.
It’s over,
I no longer seek answers,Only Peace.My fatigue is great,As if I were a fireplaceWhere all of life’s logs have been burnt,One by one,Seeking the fire of knowledge,And still,I know nothing,From whence I come?To where I shall go?However, the Search is overNow, I must rest my weary self,My tired stepsAnd give up,Trying to find love,In Love…
Hold me, hold me,
Now that I’ve found you,I have to let you know,That, I never thoughtYou existed,And yetI loved you so.
We’re all the same,
What’s in a name?The illusion, that we’reNot all the same,Nor play the same game,Of dishonor and shame.However,Politically speaking,I’ve concluded:Corruption is an infectionThat no politician has ever,Voluntarily, eluded.
A soft spoken butterfly?
That has no guide,
Of where to fly,
A constant Dreamer,
Mortified,
By stale Events,
That are Glorified!
So many Planets!
Poets have theirs,
For they really think,
Stars do have stairs,
That they can climb,
And with time,
Become pure Rhyme!
So if you want to live a Lie,
Become a Poet,
Now you know Why.
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A Poet sees and says,
Or dares,And has the sensitivity,To really care,No fake, no bluff,Just enough,Love to share.
How do you explain Love?
The Universe,And know what it is made of.
A phrase, a word, a feeling
Then suddenly there’s magic,And your writing with your heart.
We all have our Secrets
Dark, profound secretsOf disturbing thoughtsThat we must hide.The mind, our personalitiesAre complicated partnersThat we, ourselvesDon’t fully understand,Even control.We all wear masksTo hide our cracksWhen others are around,We exercise control.But once let loseWhat horrors can we do?It seems so strangeThat he who plantsThe red rose of loveAnd the white roseOf peace,Could one day,If they lose controlOver…
That,
Life awakening,Beaming!Is somethingSo indescribable,Like love, like tearsDeep, down feelings,Stay and thriveAnd strangely enough,Also manage,To keep us alive.
It is not only,
In its unique, fabulous wayBut how it makes you feelWhen it hasThat incredibly vital,Falling in love, appeal.