Nature is
A beautiful
And most
Hated luxury
But you

I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their

Have you thougt
Beyond your world
Where feelings
Are mystery,
Where there is no love

If your head
Could think it
Your hand
Could surely
Write it.

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

There are many ways
To start a poem and many
Words to start one with.
There are many ways to create
A life and many styles involved

Read as light becomes brighter
Dance like hell will never succeed
Laugh as life becomes a feather
Walk like pride will be dear to up
Stroll in your own certain majesty

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it