Saturday, March 10, 2012


Ole of love, that's what you are
I fight so weakly hard to keep far
Ole of love, the love steal
My breaths I count, rhythm to keep
Serenity of the alone are kept still
Thoughts pervade the temple of mind
The steal with style clamps the heart
In a romantic rage and out goes caution

Ole of love, in dreams I see
Bountiful realism I dearly need
Ole of love, my love's steal
Circling the earth, I gladly will
Till my bosom with peace's fill.

Inspiration comes not from the East nor West, but from the Origin and Maker of the poles and the world.
Live, Love, Laugh