Poet, the soul of poetry
Every stirring within
Comes alive with words
Feelings flows like rapids
Cascading to greater depths
Restlessness of the poet’s heart
Makes an emphatic splash
Over rocky beds of the fall
Time and again they hurt
Yet, feelings won’t stop flowing
Creating more rapids
Sometimes deluging the poet’s soul
Poet, the soul of poetry
Muse will always come to the rescue
Poetry will always flow

Souls born precious as gold
Undoubtedly trusted
Growing nagging young and rusted
Forgetting they once were old
Think even advise will soon be sold.
We are all somewhat gone
Past virtuous innocence
In the name of renaissance
To being like abandoned carcass
Stuck in the quag of raucous
In the tombs of the dead
Where our conviction's never fed.
Like an extinct bird's inspirational song
Magnanimity hasn't visited for quite so long
We're lured to believe we are different
And that's what makes us the same
In one hell of a game
Yet not all our rules are the same
A Universe of Basilicans
Without a single-hearted preacher
A willing class of sophomores
Sadly in search of a Teacher  
Do we need to embrace even the strange
In the ****** name of change?
Or just follow prints of our forefathers
And soar with the old ostrich feathers?
Ain't no vanquisher without intentions
They say but some intentions are good
I might sound a little shroud or rude
Talk of my thoughts and questions
But from the look of every nation
Reflects a birth in a wrong generation
Remember when the world was "world"
Without boundaries of first or third?
Does thinking about it make you this sad?

The innocent chilled beautiful sunshine
Lay lonely abaft the ravenous-globe cavature
Chained in manacles of Dusk

These eyes want to look at your beautiful body again
My strong arms, to hold you tight again
These lips are dry and frozen in untold pain
On a mouth which longs to say "I love you" again
My feet are idle and missing walking side by side with you
There's the coldest winter in my soul 'cause I miss you
My Sunshine
Even my loneliness knows I need your company again
Can't think clearly 'cause of puzzles on my mind
We didn't make the best of us with you
But I ask for another chance to see the world from your view
All I wish is for you to look through me, see my ache and be kind