Yes, the road to Hell,

Of new born RosesSurrounds thee,As you surround my soulWith new born visionsOf poetic benedictionsBeneath,Love’s magic fertile treeOf creativityI live butFor your call,Or not at all.

From time to time,There is a spark,That lets us see some light,But more than once,Our quivering minds,Just transit in the dark,And once again, in search of Light,Our journey has to start.

But, Time I cannot borrow,I used it all up,And now I have, none.

Hysteria,A madness that surrounds,The 21st Century,With its Robotic Hounds.Machines that are born and prosper,Soon they’ll be all aroundWill they be our MastersAnd us, their Playground?

Prepare yourself for LifeBecause finally,The only one that you canReally count on,Will probably be,You.Remember thatThat ‘No one is better servedThan by oneself’,Says an old French sayingSo, take good careAnd do the right thingYou can much gain,Without losing,Anything.

As much asWhat you feel.Poetry,Expresses,FeelingsThat no longerThe heartCan conceal,Making us free,Never afraidTo feel or to beWho we really are,Who we really,Can be,The sky has no limit,I love you,Poetry!