Hope has pale pink hands

Almost white

But not quite

Not quitting

Just groping in the air

Hope so hopeless

Nobody cares about the loser

He could lose her

If the ogre was not there

On the eye of Jupiter

He has his pale pink hands

Wrapped around her.

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.

To escape the city

How then now

The far away place

I have only pictured

As a magical world

Where I had love

Those chains of fools

Those darling fools

Who wore masks off

We loved them.

Eyes dry in the sun

She was wild

She was my love

She was my dancing partner

We did the swing

Back and forth we went

As if there was no end to love

Got the ladle liking

Licking

Into a heart land

Of love.


The ox drank the water

It was coming down

It was under the tree of life

So tall it fell

It fell down to the ground

Into my arms

The earth opened

The lava spewed lava

Like chai tea

It curled in our hands

Drinking pure feeling

Pouring in every direction

Warming with feeling

Holding you tight

Here we ran

Running from love

While embracing

Feelings.

That was sweet

So were those tangerines

In the tangerine forest

Where I lost you

My pen was leaking

Into the glue

Now the light shot out

Shouting out

Life

And

Justice

For all.



Beautify the butterfly's

To the fire trail

Where all is love

Liquid eyes open up

Dances the streets around

I have discovered

Search no more expire

Breaking pavement

Opening hearts

Dances in screams

He circles the moon

Braving the new

Falling

Falling.

A star washed in paint

Long ago

Long time

Long time ago

There was you

Roses on the floor

The days were flying

I could see magic

Dancing in dreams

To hold in love

Bravery frees something

The opening.

Gray chilly sky

In a small place

I can feel my heart plummet in

Crows make their annoying sounds

The still cross legged Buddha is really too still

People so foolish

People so tragic

It is not the wealth

It is something else.