Hope Expands Your Confides Poem by Mark Heathcote

I want my poetry to open
pathways through your heart.
I want to sum up your soul.
or another counterpart
I want it to ingrain a sheet-
of metal through both sides.
And see a pinhead of light
of hope, expand your confidence.
 
I want it to be agreeable-
like the warmth of a fire.
I want my poetry to
make your skin tremble and expire.
Final as-a-suicide-clings to life
long after death.
I want the light of your eyes
to dry, smiling at the sky.
 
And forever, ask how he
transmits those feelings to me.
How did his serpent tongue
enter the illusions of my mind?
And talk, talk of God, let
Love governs; don't persecute me.
Poets, pick up your quill
and release your opiate juices.
 
Let us hold hands and the
word-of-friendship-of-hope extends
standing apart, conflicted, and
War wages, rages, and descends
Come, let us hold hands and sing
sing a simple, loving tune.
Words to thread a needle
Make your heart a wealthy tycoon.