I can only read you,
Words that hurt so much,
And yet I feel you,
In everything I touch.
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Different Worlds,
A moonlit voyage thru all Time,The Past can be revived,The Present, dramatized,And the Future, analyzed,Poetic Time, energized,By the Poet’s Faith, in Rhyme.
Does Love Exist?
That targets the heart and the eyes,And annoyingly persists,In fabulating lists,Of wondrous defies.Is Love just a Mirage?A momentary vision,A delightful apparition,Of some mental decline,That thru solitude intertwines,Catapulting, the heart,Into Love’s devouring shrine,Do we live to love,Or need love to live?I really don’t know,But I think Love exists,On a level, sublime,Of immeasurable Bliss,That cannot be defined,Where…
He died when I was twenty,
The pain I felt was relentlessSharp, like the blade of a swollen knife.Goodness was his living Soul,Intelligence, his banner,Honor was his sacred goal,No man was ever finer.I miss him and I always willOur time together was so short,But in every poem I ever wrote,There is a part of him.He made me all I am today,For…
Words can move mountains,
They can even express love,You hope will never die.
It’s all about Feeling,
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.