Dream on or dream now?

False alarms!

Say burning sun with ringers of fire

Takes me into a world of tears

Shine onto my gleaming heart

The war never raged anyway!

A writer goes to his heart at times and finds an entire star system within.

Odd stuff.

Knocking sweets around with no shame
Living with far action wild toad rides oh
That finger comes alive inside a wild oh
Running with mister nice guy seems cute

That odd sense of improvement ripe lip
Come one and two for smack daddy pimps

Running hard that one that nipple joys
Here is your goat and love forever smile
Yea

I know what I know...

The music around me can feel weird

People can be wicked and scary

Buses can feel brainless

I know what I know.

For social change, it takes imagination to create a future that does not exist.

To report more good than bad..

That is important if you want a better world..


Less finger pointing and hate speech now.

Bring your skills and talents to the world.

Make a difference in a person's life.

Okay.

No response from the Poetry Foundation.

I guess they really do hold poetry in their hands.

Now that's a selfie for you.

Telling.

The hands rotated with

Zombies

Through strobe lights with

Other forms of life

Into dreams

And highs

Windows in my home

Crystal lights play

Good things tonight

In shades of gray

Gals are making ways

As a new soup comes

For the world runs

Holds a cup flowing.

Imaginary human donut canibilism sexuality.

For you to learn about intellectually by high ranking American geniuses!

In a game like poker honesty is its own form of bluff, especially when nearly constant.