420 love train! : Love Poetry

All aboard the dusty blue four twenty train of Love.

An old metal guide train, covered with rust-

Sitting in a metal grave yard, with metal sharp wheels

Four lights to the left, blue, red, yellow, green

Come aboard, all aboard, they systems filled brim

Of disenchanted souls filled with foul fools

In love with love, thinking love- confusing love

All aboard the dusty blue four twenty train of Love

Pulling rusty brown cabs filled with a lovers Hurst, curse

Eyes filled with red lights of jealousy, preoccupied by Mia’s

Blink the red burning bulb of hate, filling along a track of fate

Four lights to the left, blue, red, yellow, green

Gliding along a dead train of tears, yellow roses

Mellow is the trains hues, not exciting enough hues

Pass the tram car, run to the red trolley trams

All aboard the dusty blue four twenty train of Love

Two sharp rails carrying gravel, cars filled sowed, sick seeds

A green tree, yellow leaves autumn falls, boredom- none wait

The train leaves, caught a rye in daily routines, love dies

Four lights to the left, blue, red, yellow, green

The train empty of blue bright true love hues

Filled with broken hearts, singed by arrows of fantasy

Confusing passion with true love- gone are the Romeo’s

All aboard the dusty blue four twenty train of Love

Filled to the brim with fairy tails, unrealistic fables

Climb aboard showing their burned bleeding red tickets

Filling in cars painted with romantic graffiti

Four lights to the left, blue, red, yellow, green

The last car, a caboose, the train man waves

Beckoning you to enter another sad noose-

All aboard the dusty blue four twenty train of Love

The poet tells you, your in love, unrealistic love

Love is patient, love is kind- not ego, nor jealousy

Be not in love with nothing but the fantasy of Love

Four lights to the right, blue red, yellow, green-

Do not confuse passion - fables, be in realistic realms

The reality of calm, sweet, boring comfortable real love.

Do not board the dusty four twenty train of

The unloved, the blue broken windows- alone

so alone, shattered, sad hurt, lonely and unloved.

Written august 25-26^th, 2007 8:53 AM

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