You are what you feel,

That nothing really changes,In the Rotten World of Politics,The same old lies,The same old painful sticks.They, with their shadowy tricks,Still believe today,That we, the PeopleAre just a bunch of hicks,Always ready to be thrown,Into their Mixmaster’s mix.

‘Love’ is the closest that I’ve heard,That has that magic sound.

Think of me sometime,Think of our time togetherWhen hand in hand we would climb.To the highest mountain,Just to write a single rhyme,And look into each others eyes,As if the whole Universe were there,And the World was ours, gentle and fair,Think of me then, remember me when,We were happy, together.

On too high a flame,The contents get burned,They lose their worth,And no one will come,A looking.

Of Poetry,Admire Nature’sInexplicableBeauty,EmbraceWith delightfulAwe,The Sea’s,Blue, infinity,To hold the handAnd feel the verySoul,Of the One,You so, blindlyLoveTell me,Is that notHow ParadiseShould be?

Filled with palpitating life-giving Light,But We, we don’t see the Light,We destroy the gifts, the gods gave us,Way back when, we were but a cell,With no destructive might,In the Night of Time.

Images wed,Feelings fed.

Because we can dream with words,And our imagination can fly,Without being disturbed.

That keeps on givingSo that the spiritLove and feelingsAnd whatever elseIs human in us,Doesn’t dry up.

To what you have to say,You can see by this silly verse,Not serious in much any way,Things have become a bit unhinged,Perhaps, from being forced to eat,Too much ‘politically Korectness’ bingeWe now are told to fully acceptBut won’t, because it’s so inept!

Is all you have to write,Then you’ll be cleansed,Of all offense,And Life will feel alright.

It can cross so many skies,Revive so many temptations,But it’s Love that amplifies,The poem’s deeper intention,Poetry magnifies feelings,Beyond all human expectations.