You thrill me,

It all dependsWho, is doingThe cookingAnd what ingredientsWere put intoLife’s melting pot.Few,Cook the right thingSome like it mildSome like it hotAnd others don’t evenKnowWhat ingredients toPut in their pot.Life is full of bad recipesPlease, be prudentAnd try to chose a good one.

Yet still looking very well.You’re one hundred and twenty nine,And as beautiful as ever,Liberty, beauty sublime,May you’re light forever shine,As a Blessing for this Nation,Precious torch of Liberty,Guarded by each generation.

A poem that’s all white,No colors,Just plain White,The purity of flight,The purity of sight,The purity of height,Eternal Snows,Mountain white.White peace,White light,White Dove,Olive branch,Of Love.Upon a crystal lake,A Swan starts to awake,It’s whiteness gently glides,Like tears from saddened eyes,A foggy, white wind blows,The Swan, white beauty flows.You are my dream in White,Symphonic, great delight,My Life that…

Loving is giving the other,All the best that we’re made of.

Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.

Like a dagger, long and narrow,Like my blood upon the sand,The long Howl of wolf-like sorrow,Sharply bites into my heart,And I know, again tomorrow,All the Pain will newly, start

Poetry,Even moreBut they bothAt timesCan open,Life’s MagicalDoor.

It’s my religion, my love, my ecstasy,Like a mystic of old antiquity,I pray thru poems, poets and Poetry,I live in a world of pure and fantastic fantasy,A world of the Absurd where with one word,I can do Anything or go Anywhere,That word is Love,It embraces Everything,The World should be made Of,That is my confession,My magnificent…

And pain will be forever,Locked in the remaining one,Love unifies the spirits,A complicated bond,That does not ever disappear,When the other one is gone,For as long as you’re together,Love makes of two, just one,When the other’s gone forever,Half of you is also gone.

And say, I am thisI am me and my individuality,And I have a right to be,As long as I respect,The rights of others,And act responsibly,Respectfully,And realize,That nothing in life is free,Nothing of value,Nothing that will really last,Can be gotten without toil and suffering,That is what precious Liberty,Is to me.

Swallowed byThe devil’s call?By human hypocrisyAnd unlimited greedOf which,We are guiltyAll!Since the very beginningGreed and liesHave soiled it all,Losing ParadiseWas not enoughNow also, the devilIs in us,We can’t seemTo snuff out bad stuff,Living off ofLies and bluff,Trust no one,Even though,Living alone,Is ruff!Better alone,Than livingAs a lying louse.

They swing us high,But leave us indifferent,Never! Not a try.

This is my diary,The song of a tremblingBird,Resembling a heart,That just wantsTo be heard.

Like cereal in my power bowl’Thinks the imminent candidate,To upcoming Tyranny,‘Vote for me, trust me,And you will see,How life becomes slow agony’

My blood runs where,I want it not,Not hearing even,One soft word,Makes me so nervous,I turn to tears,And I start spinning,Like a million Spheres.Where have you gone?Where are you now?I cannot see you,I don’t know how?I will survive,Without you nearFor you’re to meSo very dear!

We know both,But we,As with AllWe touch,Try to destroyGood!That should be honoredAnd loved, so much!

In the artistic miracles,Had and that will beThat praises man’s creative talentAbove all melancholy,Please,Let us poets beThe singing voice,Thru lines of Poetry,That guides us to the land,Of promised artistryWhere all men of good willThru creativity,Shall be happy and be free.

We can neverTrust another,For none are sincere or pure,Sainthood, really? , fools’ allure,There is Evil Hood insteadSo beware what mud you tread.