There’s an Explosion and a lesion,
That cuts right thru an unknown zone,
These are the great Poetic Visions,
The sounding paintings, Metaphors,
And words that cross just every Season,
And leave you richer than before.
Similar Posts
The Blue was so Intense,
A small one tried to form,But then was never born.The Blue was so intense,It made all Dreams make sense,You felt that Life was good,And Love well understood.There are some moments when,The Purity of Blue,Not only fills the sky,But stays within you too.
It doesn’t take volumes,
A simple,‘I love you’Can many hearts heal.Poetry knows thisAnd does it so well,Just, two fine lines,Can cast magic spell.
I Promise,
Come what may,To be together,Whether here,Or somewhere far away,Where Life can be better,And where I can stay,Looking into your eyes,‘Forever’.
You feel, you write,
Why?Did I not tell youHow much I loved youThat very night?Instead I lost you,And nothing afterWas Ever right!
Amargura
Nada llego’ a dar flor,Los poetas viven de ilusiones,Como buenos cobardes que son!BitternessIn the summer of my songsNothing ever flowered,Poets live from illusions,As do, most good cowards.
So many people are,
Cold blooded they seek suckers,Who won’t notice their bad takes,They pretend to be so caring,Trying not to make mistakes,Till the Prey is really ready,For the fatal, final rake!They are dangerous PretendersWant to make you think they care,For they want your blood and money,Go around calling you, Honey,So Consumer please BEWARE!