Where do weed smokers go

When they go

Do they ever go

Like opium

Is it that crazy on earth

Can the drugs work

Like a 9 to five?

Whips like whip cream

Back to the black

Where screams fade

And die

Nowhere dying alive

Such negative

Is Camazot

Nothing comes

Surging heart

Battles up.

Little white light

Tell me everything is fine

Let me know it is alright


Little things give me something

I can't give to myself

Open doors that close


Positive poem show me

Show me

Lead me

We lost nothing

In loving

Love does not lose

It does not win

It is not exactly a game

And I wish to see

Just how logical it is

Since anger certainly

Is horrible.

It is all within the sands of time

Wisdom is shallow sometimes

Sometimes

It is like a hat

It is in our thoughts and words

That show

That say

If we are in tune

In tune with the core

Of positivity

Surprise

These things have us

Or don't

And many don't it seems

So turn the world on

Turn the cores back.