Love fills with grace,
The empty space,
Of many Worlds.
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Today,
Technology and DrugsHave killed the Spirit,Push button fast,Has drunk our Souls,We must admit it!So now what’s left?Empty cups, broken flowers,The blind and deaf,Technology TowersFor Humanity has killed itself…..
Depending what I feel,
Back and forth, forth and back,Words have their deep appeal,We live in our todays,But days long past are there,We are the whole array,Of what we are and were,We know well that in Life,There is no Status Quo,What was there yesterday,Will transit and will go,No matter what we do,We can’t bring back the past,The happiness we…
There is a certain thrill,
That nothing else can provide,Feeling words that glide,A sort of illumination,Into other regions,HighWith nothing to hide,Sincerity,A sort of exhilaration,That only in Love you’ll find.I can openly tell you,Writing, reading Poetry,Is certainly worthwhile,It’s mostly love,That finds it’s way,Thru spiritual liberty.
Does a Rose have any feeling?
Does the Sea remember being,Immense Beauty, Tempest, Fright?Does the Wind remember learning,How to blow a stormy night?Does a bird plan it’s long journey,Just before it takes to flight?And do You, do You Remember,When we met with such delight?And from just a tiny ember,Love, burned everthing in sight.
What do we love,
It’s not only their face,It’s not only their eyes,Above all it’s the Soul,That shines, identifies,And silently signifies,Love’s mysterious, flowing tide.
Beloved,
In the nightOf all possible dreams,Far away from allMiserable human schemesWhere Love opensLike the purest of flowersWhere Love goes beyondAll earthly powers,Happiness, that redeems,Life at its finest hours,Beyond all else,Love’s fulfillmentAs you hold my soulClose so close,For it is yoursAnd yours, aloneAnd as one,We venerate and adore,Each other,In Love’s finest hour.