We live in a world
Full of diseases
Full of pain
We live in a world
Where it seems
Like hate rules
Where antipathy
Rage
Violence
Wins the day
It seems like
The cure
Is hard to find
It can feel like
The world is doomed
But the cure
The antidote
Is a lot easier found
Its right in front of our eyes
We just have to be willing to see it
The antidote is love
Once you understand that
Everything else
Starts to fall into place

They see me smiling.
And inquire why?
They see me laughing.
And even ask why?
I just reply I'm running on love.
It's the one true emotion moving all of us,

Life.
Each day we're running on love.
Being in love.
That alone keeps us running on love.

When sadness comes.
Don't cry.
Always remember the better times.
Also remember.
There's no crisis you can't survive.
When you're running on love.

life's success depends on your effort.
Life's happiness depends on your strength.
Notice the weakness of those that cries over a breakup.

It wouldn't happen.
If they were running on love.
We got to strive to achieve any of us dreams.
They available to succeed.
If you're determine them to be.

Is *** the beginning or the end of a relationship

Distant blue field
further, still the dawn
warmth of day, falls away
disappears into a
fragrant piney forest
a path - twine and twigs, mossy laid
soft steps, of hoof prints made
in tunnels wooded, dimly lit
gray lichen amid the moss
raindrops magnified, gazing through
boletus spongy staining blue
fat berries, salal and thimble red
sparrow rakes his nesting bed
when all the light has gone away
night slips silent into another day.

Such suffering I have sown,
But I accept my portion,
What then is there to do.
All the blame cannot be my own
Alone.
If in the flaming depths of Tartarus there is a searing pool
It is there I shall dive, for I have fallen beneath the zenith,
I dip beneath the clouds, soon to shatter on the earth.
Likely that my plea for clemency will fail,
I cannot be held accountable for so blindly fumbling into the deceptions,
When no lens has been provided for me,
I was greeted first with insult,
Then recognized for my wit, and patience,
But low, I never parted the veil.
Justifications are for the guilty,
I cannot justify my nature.
Nor can I say why a scale tips back and forth
With equal weights, on each side,
Only to settle askew,
Again and again.
If there is enough love in this shallow heart,
This cheap vessel of hollow virtue.
I will burn it in the embers of my failing passion,
So as maybe, to brighten the eyes of another,
Whose gaze is less grey than mine.