Sometimes
Words can be intoxicating
Like the finest wines
Like the finest things,
The Most beautiful things,
That man has created
And that to Life may bring,
The best, yet anticipated.
I like to be intoxicated
By these many things,
But above all, by Beauty
Kindness and Love,
I like to be taken
Far away by dreams
Like the cinema used to do,
Where today, mostly bloody
Streams, lead the way.
It's about almost all they do.
For me,
imagination, kindness and creation
Are.everything.
No drug will intoxicate me
Like Love, Poetry
And beautiful sentiments
Towards all that lives.
That from the heart
Keeps giving,
Believe it or not
That is precisely what keeps
Me and Some of us,
Still Living.
Humaneness within us inspires us in a positive way.... Always. Subject given a fine treatment.I Quote: I like to be intoxicated /....by Beauty / Kindness and Love,
Purposeful intoxication using good poisons, why not. Its a good idea, Thanks for the well crafted invigorating thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear poet, a beautiful stanza/shloka is there in Sanskrit(an ancient language of Indian origin) that all are pleased by the sweet words then why so economical on use of such vocabularies! ! (Priyo vakya pradanenah sarve tusyanti jantabah....kim daridrata) .through the poem you seem striving towards such a situation.Thanks for sharing!