Glowing
All over, the place
This Love
Has no face,
Just Grace,
Its called
Poetry.
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To see with the same eyes,
To love the same things,To fill the other’s soul,With tender, soft caress,With Happiness, you blessMakes Love,If not Heaven, not much less.
Greatness is not in the eye of the beholder,
That from some living beings streams,Feeling compassion is not blindness,It’s the human passport, we redeem.
True Poetry,
It’s lightening that you cannot fight,A might that you cannot impeach,So powerful, so human right!It goes beyond all other speech,Defying darkness, blessing light.
You thrill me, chill me,
Love fills with grace,The empty space,Of many Worlds.
Sad is he,
But is not loved,Sad is he who cries,Not knowing Why?Oh, the thinking brain,Helps not the Heart,Oh, why are we weakCannot restart?Crying in the night,Fearing the dark!
We speak, we write
But do We communicate?Truth never in sightSpeeches just for plightLies for Fools’ Delight,Advertisements, that cause frightPromises that never take flight.People open their mouthOnly to scream or fight,For might?What kind of CommunicationIs this? ?Fools in plight must delightIn this chaotic, might!Or are we just Crazy Crickets,Singing, sinning in the night!Sinking lower and lower,As Hope in Humanism,Moral…