A wordless page,
A silent stage,
An empty rhyme,
No where in Time,
Without his dignity.
What can a Poet be,
Without Love?
A Soul that’s lost,
A silent heart,
That falls apart,
Looking for Light,
When all is dark!
Liberty and Love,
That’s what Poets
Are made of.
PuppiesGlorious bitsOh Heaven,That fitSome hearts,Just like,A glove.
That still believesThat Hope and Love,Can still exist,Somewhere, Somehow…
Life begins and lives thru Love,Love is life’s best work of art.
And it’s always a missAll the analysisMakes you sick!You look out the window,Picture thisSnakes,More than you can list!When, whereDid everything, go wrong?In Heaven or in Hell,No one was able to tell.
Loneliness is like a haunting echothat reverberates and gives,A feeling of such restlessness,that chokes, does not forgive,The emptiness that is at stake,The Past you can’t relive.Awakening to emptiness,The days have lost their Time,As sadness reigns all powerful,And life has lost all reason,And all rhyme.
Words that sing along,Endlessly,Remaining in your heart,And memory,Forever fresh, beautifully blessed,Making Life easier to go along,With the indispensable musicof Love, as your Life-long Song.
