And a lot of talent.
All that makes,
From the start
A Poet a Poet.
Lucky those that find
Your magic words,
That can see, appreciate
The beauty of your heart,
Your feelings and soul.
I know you will go far
Reaching, for the stars
Making them into verses
Of artistic loveliness
And spiritual healing,
For the pleasure of us all,
And a blessing for our hearts.
Of love and hate,Of humanity and crueltyLost in our own insanity,So quickly, we attractMore pain than glory.So many minds cannot think straight,Thus cultivate their own destructive state.Are we masters of our fate?Or are we all, ‘the same old story’Much vital pain and very little glory.
My deepest pleasure,Without your caress, Poetry,I cease to be.Originally written in Spanish.Mi SerTu y solo tu,Eres mi mas grande alegria,Mi mas inmenso placerSin tus caricias, Poesia,Yo dejaria de ser.
Or with anthingFor that matter,Our History,A MysteryOf unpronounceableSecrets!And nebulous matter.
They follow False OnesAs sheep,They have been easily,RuledBy the Charisma of SharksThus being drowned,In naiveté’s poolsWhere ignorance rules.
Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.
I’ve run out of themes,Disappointingly,They come no more,Not even a slight knocking,At my cottage door.I’m dormant now,Have to figure out, somehowWhy I ever wrote, the things I did,But it really doesn’t matter,For I know that when I did,My inner feelings never lied,And sincerity is always betterThan a lot of useless clatter,It’s good to have that…
