Positivety is key
In this game for me

Positivety is key
In this game for two
Positivety is key
in this game with you

Positivety is key
In this game for three
Positivety is key
In the World you see

this is a poem i wrote about my ex. this is also the 1st poem i have ever written.


I feel a closeness i have never felt,
My heart is so warm i can feel it melt,
I know lm so lucky to have this feeling,
So special that i cannot explain its meaning,
I have heard of love,
But this is a lot more,
Something i can deep down in my core,
I feel with this i have become a better man.
If they say it “cannot be done”,
I say “yes it can.”
Because of you i will become the man i want to be,
Full of love life and positivety,
I just want to thank you for everything you have done,
I will always remember you,
As that special one.

I found beauty in my heartache
A new found fame,i call it the blame game

So im walking around looking for forgiveness,
when i ran into a butterfly, floating around beneath the moons eye, on a starlight night
we started sipping some honey, and shooting the ****
Got into the psychedelics, What you jealous?
Started buzzing like a butterfly, and floating as a bee
master of the flowers,yeah thats thee
Lets call her Molly, she told me she never met a flower quite like me
I reminded her how butterfly's were a sign of positivety

Morning came and i adjusted my eyes,and realized
Molly was a girl with the spirit of a butterfly inked within
that's what i like to call a night vision

I met a woman
She was 70 years old and walked into the hospital with a pained limp
And a smile on her face
That an artist might struggle his whole life to capture
Her face was crinkled with an old scar and an evil red infection
Her hands were wrung with arthitis and the leg that limped turned out to be broken
But she was beautiful
Because she was so kind, and so ready to see beauty in the world
While being subject to such ugly circumstances
The world could have hammered at her with the infinite might of misfortune
And all calamity capable might rain on her with it's fiersome storm
Uncaring, unstoppable
Powerful in its unknowing chaos
Pummeling one who at first appears vulnerable
But with unending calm and perfect equanimity
She might regard it as a summer storm
Passing over, transititory and ineffable
Receiving the blows with unflinching peace
She might comment on the infinitesimal positivety
Cowering in the corner unnoticed by all but her kind and joyous perception
lesser souls would be broken by the weight of pain and misery
Drowned in a sea of their own tears
But a powerful Joy hides deep in the heart of this mild and humble woman.
Her soul is Viking and unassailable and when death takes her
He will surely ferry her to Valhalla to sit with honor amongst all warriors who fought and died battling the uncaring brutality of a world wrapped in apathy and heartbreak.
She is mighty
In the surety of her vision of a good world
That exists because she wishes it to
And because she wills it to
And so the world becomes more beautiful
Because she is in it
And she is beautiful

I'm in time of my life where it's not cool to be broke not because your own gain but the people you wanna help things falling around and you just wanna show them your there to help misunderstandings well at least you're standing if we're rooting the problems out of misses.
I'm In a stage of my life where I want see Good outcomes when I give my all have enough time to grasp it all under pressure bout nothing at all face the trails and getting them done tapping my feet cause I'm singing a new song adventuring out while the people that didn't believe and did sings along ...you can count on him because he's been making a difference in the city he's from.
Only twenty-two   so high up but down to earth when you speak to him
Mind_blowing to be around positivety away ye leaks of