why is it that this day weighs heavy on my mind though nothing special has occurred except the usual bad news of deaths and fighting and catastrophies greed and abominable politics
my private life is safe and fine remote from all the global strife it runs a fairly pleasant course with just occasional disturbances
I stand for love For I believe love Holds the only remedy After all everyone deserves To live their live's in A state of blissful dignity
My weary pen runs dry As my word's frantically cry What if it was you or I Would a Poet love you Enough to even try
Try and shed light On your private hell Even if it were to mean This soul I must sell Real love is where I live Surely I was put here To give and give And give
In my callused hands I grip the dredge Of humanity Like a still born I cradle calamity I could never let you fall With real love I will carry us all .......................