Sensations, desires,
Feelings
That don’t expire,
Talented choir
That echoes
In the distance,
Bringing us closer
To Love
And Life’s fire.
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If we were to uncover
That hidden, liesWe would never rise,We’d be buriedWell under,And have Hell,As our prize,Shame on usFor letting the tidesOf man’s evil natureAlways rise,Let each examineTheir conscienceAnd not say,They were takenBy surprise.
What’s new?
What flows?What grows?I feel myself sinking,Drifting, into the landOf ‘Nobody knows’.Where are you green pastures,And songs of the Spring?The Hope for tomorrowNo longer they sing.And fear comes in reelingThe film to its endCold is the snowThat numbs all the feelingNo pathway to healing,A hopeless, long flow,And no place to go.
What the hand can do,
Especially express,With a caress,The tendernessOf Love,Like no words can.
Beyond desire,
Every time I see your face,My heart flowers,Red roses bloom in its place,Beyond desire,I know that we were made,Just for each other,In time and space,Just for the moment,Of our first embrace,For the fulfilment,Of Love’s perfect grace.
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!
Thank you, U.S.A.for being you,
On a Journey, old and new,We have come far, aloneBut have helped many others too,Now we must continue forward,Our Renaissance is long overdue,Now, it’s time to Stop cooking,The ‘politically correctness’ stew,Recapturing the courageous light,That from Democracy, we always drew.