Wanting to believe that goodness will win
I don't
Seeing it ****** from it's core and strangled in the dark

Wanting to believe that love will last
I don't
Seeing it exploited and smeared then ripped and destroyed

Wanting to know that All will be well
I don't
Knowing the outcome could be bleak
It's devastation could be crippling

and still,

I throw myself in


Chaos is where I thrive

where I spread my far cast

Creativity flourishes
Spanning out to make beauty where there is none

Hatred surrounding me
I dream up ways to counter balance

with art
with words
with empathy

a simple smile

to be real
to all without ulterior motivation
Giving freely the heart feltedness
that I so
Desire
and so

.. Expect

Do you go to the places I go?
     Deep in the mind
Into the Heart
Throughout the Soul

It is there
There is a River
leading to a Youthful Hope
Where we play without fear
without care
without expectation

A Joyful bliss of only Creation
of enlightenment
of glee
of learning everything true

It is there that you will meet your heart



If you go too often..
BEWARE!
you could end up
Young Forever