Matter Real World Poem by Roger Bewman

Bloody dormant jewel risen pennies
waste time cave owners
phrases suffocated ashes spread
belief swingin bouncin freakacles

Clouds are tellin the sky
to predict the road to heaven
if good intention is not forgotten
in the scrolls of life's adventures

Closer to the fire of passion
violatin the unavoidable
persistin the inconcievable
able in conscious naked soles

Travellin happy floral striken hearts
playin unsupportin roles
winnin non materialistic prizes
rememberin lovemakin moments of truth

Learn to let go of the dillusional
fears of steady frowns
downego and congratulate actions
of positive warm thoughts