For no reason
We must do more than cry!
Today,
AGAIN!
Unbelievable sad darkness,
Shooting violence
Has taken an innocent life!
There is no excuse,
No human way, we can explain
This terror, this horror!
Are we still in our savage hour,
Beasts, a sick society
Full of unnecessary,
‘Do what you want,
Open Rage? ‘
All we know is that a fallen angel
Will not come home tonight,
I think of those parents
And I Capsize and Cry and feel Hollow…
From some placeBut cannot place,The Place,All I knowYou are familiar to meWith no face,Anonymously, known.Who are you?Tell me, please!Someone,From some otherLife,That, once, perhaps I knew?Or saw?All I know,I love your verseFor you’re a poet too,And maybe somedayWe can meet,Someplace,A Place,We once, together knew.
Poetry is Feeling,More than you can say.
It opens portals, yet unknown,Of happiness untold.Love makes you whole again,It gives you winged waves,That cross the sea,Making you free,And finally, essentially,Love really, really saves.
Wrote poetry,Harnessing lightening,Spiritually,Now people getTatous,As self-expression,Painting and writingOn themselvesAs dear possession,Seems to meThat, that must beA very strange,Painful, obsession.
To tarnish them with mud and hate,Or use them as a crutch.
From falling apart,But when love departs,Or never wasOr left you,There are no words,Nothing on earthCan really mendA broken heart.
