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
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
Since attitude's my latitude,
I'll be turning another cheek
I'm unconditional affections,
tendered now in tragic Greek
I'll make a promise
I'll tell you truthful
I won't conjure this:
We can't pen poems
after we're deceased
When feeling old and fractured,
as my psyche stumbles and falls
I eye inspiration 'pon cheerfully,
beseeching those forsaken walls
Mind ill within nothing matters,
all nonplus and everything's bad
I look for ends of enlightenment,
remembering the love, I still have
I'm giddy in my gullet, yes back there I've lost my mind
yet still I'm Homo-sapiens of the especial Earthly kinds
I'm gifted innate ability, can linguistically transfer pens
here now rhyming expertly, who what where and when!
Dear Hello, how're you?
Hope all's acutely swell!
What new that thee do?
Write here now and tell!
My life energy's a poetry depot
first warehoused by the Greeks
as they invented our biological
linguistic brained word miracle