Oh, would that there were a World,
Of only Love, and not hate.
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When artists
New Worlds open,Life is sweet.What a feeling!The creative ceilingAs trilling momentsSoar,Emotional connectionsRoar,And an avalancheOf creativity,Devours all.The artist,His supersensitiveTalent becomesAn irrepressibleCall,Wanting to capturePure emotion,Giving, his all.OH, blessed arts!You bring usBack to lifeYou reveal the secretsOf the heart,In purest, universal formYou dignify our livesLifting us away fromViolent and negativeHuman storms,Beauty and emotion feltYou purify usWith this love…
How do you explain Love?
The Universe,And know what it is made of.
Me and my poetry,
She gives me a certain youthful glow,She’s the closest friend I’ll ever know,She’s the one that said, and meant it too,Life is nothing to me, without you.
My Soul’s no longer mine
Stole it awayAnd leftWithout sign,A single wordNot one I heardYou were no longer mine.Since then,Just emptiness, surrounds,The soul, I thought was mine,You took it with you,Making Gray,All sunshine, will not shineNor will another living dayBe happy or even mineI won’t defend, nor will pretend,That stealing love is fine.
Our spirit
Open its doors,Spread its wingsRead some Poetry,You have no ideaThe intense pleasureSome of it brings.
Intuitively,
Without being told.Fortunately,Like feathered thingsWe know when Spring arrivesWhen love,At youth’s portals singsWhen we’re deprivedOf our most basic needsOf companionship,Affection,But we also understandDeception,The mockery of affectionAnd when others playHypocritical conception.Please, please,Don’t say a wordYou cannot light a fireWhere there is no moreDesire,Just with words.Those who love,Surely understand,That when the passionIs put outThere are no more,Extensions,…