This will be a twin/per say of Poems of a suicidal artist, with this one being the happier side. If you've read either of the first 2 poem books I've published you know the happier isn't always better, its less hateful yes, but usually sadder. I remember bringing myself to tears with most all of my old poems. Lately I've been in pain and filled with hatred but a part of me is hopeful instead, so why not show them both? Here you go my wonderful friends. Hopeful Artist this time. lets see how it ends.