I believe the greatest depth of ones emotions most authentically can be manifested in verses. I believe poets are from this world, but I also believe their destiny is to be stacked here while they communicate with parallel world just to assure their survival. I believe all this since me myself is often struggling like that. But, I also believe that no spirit is more strong and fragile at the same time as the one of the poet and no heart is more capable of love. They are aware of the world they live in, but I still see more and more brave poets. I say brave, since it requires courage to involve yourself into something that nowadays does not bring you bread on your table.
We have ups and downs, we struggle, we are not depressed, we struggle in the darkness of our own thoughts, we seem to have wrongly understood love, when we are supposed to be sure that only our way of loving is the true one, all else is duty of our species to reproduce and maintain its life on Earth.
We are keepers of the human values, we celebrate honesty and emotion, that is our food for the soul. We might have weak bodies, but we have strong hearts, we love people, but for real.
And the greatest fight is when we are required to put a mask and pretend we are just as anyone else outside. Poetry is not to be understood, nor poets are. But, since the history of the human kind has shown weapons do not bring peace, it might be the time of the poets to give their best chance.
You might see me crawling on the ground
I hear you laugh, even more you push me down
but you don’t look what I did, nor where I find
you don’t get, it does not glow like your crown.
You might see me crawling down on the floor
I hear you laugh, you think I lost the war
but you don’t get, I have no palace with a golden door
my treasure rests deep inside, it’s my spirit, it’s my core.