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Cicero Mendes Poem
Beautiful, deadly, deep blue eyes
Winking to me warmly, very shy
Just in time to make me aware
Of one more of man’s absurd claims
In name of good or welfare men did again
Trap her free God given soul, so unfairly
Restricted to some kind of cage
Forcing her gentle, light, and careful steps
To move about in a limited damn space
As she prematurely ages
Hiding the miserable truth of her coffin-like fate
Screaming aloud what once was a proud roar
Making me aware of how, once more, mankind
Has done wrong in his greedy act
Exploiting yet another of God’s free loving creatures
Until they too run out of time
It triggers a very sad, cold tear to fall from my eye
Ashamed to be part of the destructive family of mankind
Fearing to blink and waste the precious time
To clear my disbelieving sad water-filled eyes
Thinking this could be the time
Where the blue-eyed white tiger
Runs out of time
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No one can learn about love until they are ready
To give real Love
No one soul can grow without some knowledge
Of just how precious love is
No one can overcome the limits of the mind
Unless they allow themselves to be embraced by infinite Love
No one can wake up from ignorance without Love
No one can walk even a small step towards Heaven
Until they learn the blessing of what it is to Love
No one can find Love without first finding it in their own heart
No one can search for true love until they have seen
The guiding light of Love in their own soul
No one can be found by the infinite grace of Love
Without complete peace of soul
No one can see the pure light of Heaven
Without first seeing the pure light of Love
Nobody can be delivered to God without first
Completely surrendering, totally and unconditionally
To the miracle which is Love
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Looking back at life
I saw the day become the night and the night become the day
Just to notice
The new become the old, the old becoming something new
Again, again, and again…
The hate becomes destruction
And destruction becomes nothing
Nothing more than nothing
I see love, oh yes, love
Become infinity and also its traditional creations
Again, again, and again…
Looking back at life
I saw the light become the dark in each person’s death
And the dark become the light in each baby born
Again, again, and again…
But more disturbing to me
Was the cry of my beloved Mother Earth
Due to mankind’s irresponsible
Destructive behavior of her precious natural wealth
Again, again, and again…
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One day I dreamt of a special factory
One that manufactured divine miracles and wonderful creations
Like the right moment to unite two persons eagerly looking for love
Like the magical potion that is made of pure water
So vital to the maintenance of the thirsty body and mind
Like the healthy breast milk given to a baby by a delighted new mom
Like sweet love, the glue that heals everything
Including the broken heart of a sad poet
Like the perfect days in which lovers hold hands on a long spring walk
Admiring the diversity of the flowers along the park’s dirt trail
Like the perfect cold winter, its snowy whiteness
Made for a cup of hot chocolate
Complimenting the romance of cuddling
Throughout the whole night
Like the next breath of blessed clear air so vital to us all
One day I dreamt of a special factory
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Only a wise man gives as much as he takes of life
Knowing well how precious the value of its balance is
Only a wise man knows forever is around the corner
When you live life in love and die in love
Only a wise man can see truth in a man’s soul
And not the fool he pretends to be
Looking for attention in a poor act of humiliation
While here, temporarily, on this Earth school he stays
Wasting the potential of his eager soul to grow
Only a wise man chooses a road of light
Because he knows only there he can find
Comfort for the ever traveling soul
Only a wise man does NOT choose anything
When the subject is true love
He simply surrenders
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The dream of a poet
Is to see the day become night
Is to see the beautiful bloom of a flower
As it makes way to a party or to cheer an aching heart
Is to see you put your hand over mine
In a purely innocent, caring act of tenderness
Is to see the luminous sparkling light from two soul mates
Light up like the grand finale of a New Year’s fireworks celebration
Is to see young children
Of all colors, race and religions
Playing and dancing
Wisely holding hands in a wide circle
Educating some confused adults on how things should be
Is to see the wheel of evolution
Turn and become reality as it moves on
Leaving behind the greed of materialism
Is to see everyone working open-heartedly
To graduate from this Earthly school with flying colors
And then commemorate the end of our journey
By the side of our creator
Is to see the respect given to mother Earth
Which she more than deserves
Become an action done from the heart
Rather than being forced by some kind of lame law
Is to see mankind not laughing at an act of disrespect
When another brother falls down
In a moment of weakness without compassion
Is to see an argument solved
Through written words and wise knowledge
Rather than raising a fist or
Pulling the trigger of a gun
Choosing to make the pen the only weapon of choice
Is to see in a moment of grace
Through the enlightened eyes of God
And witness for the first time when everything
Becomes alive
As good starts to work in perfect harmony
With me and you
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