To fully understand how joys
can be lulled from facial sails,
makes inquiries of the joyless.
Poems
A deep, dull pain has paraded my skeleton
blasting music in a stage surrounding hips
unlike the driven Dallas Buyer's Club dude,
I'm here now to play those morphine drips!
Sometimes doctors of poetry,
always for patients' own good
must force feed their limerick
I don't take them, I give them
thine healing, soothing balms
One said it's her favorite
another made references
to movie bong hit blurbs
See sincerity vs sarcasms
eying positives-negatives
then chart who's happiest
The good ones are each sweet
our friend, lovers and mothers
It's all okay and everything does matter
life's a tea party, I'm the cinnamon buns
I see triple rainbows on hopeful horizon
red, purple, green, my happy joys of love
Poems are my means of making
earthy, Homo-sapient ecstasies
The more I write the less I need
while unitedly taking more love
Ernest using a shotgun
ending his misery at 61
my poems are sad truth
Bards hath spoke it best
we're each and everyone
of destiny's insignificant
True, in the grand scheme
death's failure and so am I
False, I'm still in my hopes
a transcendence of besting
Your cup's gone half empty
you've abandoned the fight
you're embracing negatives
you've lost your high hopes
Your undoing's bad scrutiny
you've forgotten love's blind
you're looking at pessimism
you've elected intent to quit
Naught I'll catch resentment
in my bristly boar haired ego
whatever's flowing positively
well ergo there's where I'll go
