There are lots of ugly weeds in the places of the world. They are born from seeds of hate and ignorance. I will come on a journey and plant seeds of hope and service. Giving to others to help lift them up. I will be a light and shine in the dark places. I will seek to make better the lives of as many as I can. I will hold fast to the hope that each life I can touch will be for the good and not the ill. Offering a future of prosperity and accomplishment instead of one of death and misery. Helping others to make life beautiful again.

Open your heart
And spread good cheer
Be a positive force
Each and every year
Guide the little ones
Show them the way
Encourage and support them
Teach them how to be brave

Every time she left my sight
I died inside a little each time
Whenever she gazed into my eyes
I was brought back to life once more

When you were a phosphorus angel
     There was almost light,
And your glow became like the Fallen.
        
When you were holding my hand
       Your prints took over
Mine, like a stolen identity...
Willingly.

       And I was,
Because you were my existence
    In the abyss,
And your luminous spirit a breath
      Underwater.

And you were the storm
     That I left the shelter for,
A little grey can go a long way
      In a rain of sorrowing embers.

I was the reconstruction
     Of your project,
Rebuilding is never easy
But you stayed til I was me again.

       Life is big,
But so little in time,
     I am because you were,
I was because you're gone.

Poetry is life in motion , a Niagara Falls of words , a super nova of emotions , cradled on the infinitesimal lines of creation .

Vultures of love
You soar high above
Looking for hearts
Lost
Wandering the desert
Where the only precipitation
Is a trail of tears
Left behind
You swoop in
Smelling the desperation
You give them hope
A mirage of love
Something in the distance
They can almost touch
They think they smell water
But it is only
The sweet carrion stench
That comes from your mouth
You feed them words
That mean nothing
Your promises
Are the early morning mist
That is burned away
By the light of a searing sun
The hope you give
Is a rock you chain them to
You are less than human
Less than vultures
Vultures only feed on things
Already dead
You resurrect your prey
To **** it again
You are like vampires
Who **** the life out
And create undead
Zombies of love
Your hearts are a black
As your desires
I feel sad
You are ******
Never to feel
True love