I am  Marooned on a deserted Island
Quiet, Cold, and Dark Hallways Need Lights
A lack of a ship to sail on..
Walls keep a prisoner from escaping to a brighter land
Knocks on doors are a sweet sound
"Hello,"  and fewer  "good byes"
Symphony music to ears who hear only their own made noise
Rain falls from the  skies
A heart which wishes to perform  unknown magic
within a group called a "team"
Such would be blueprints laid down for a finish and grander contribution
to life within a beautifully gifted dreamer
Finishing  his grand thought up scheme.

Red,White,Blue and you.
We survived much Choas and Pain
We have enjoyed Victories and Many Times..
We enjoyed the Perks of Our Gains.
We cheer the flag and it's waving Glory
Dating back to 1776
We owe our lives to those who fought to send England
Back home.
We have a great army
Souls who have dedicated themselves to fight and to die for this beautiful country
Many want in
They tried the wrong routes..
We pushed them back to protect those legit needing entry for a better life

The leader prevented such worthy people from being left out..
Our great President has corrected many wrongs and filled the spot
as "Chief and Man in Charge"
With more feeling and selfless actions
Kept to all his election promises
and Brought America back to greatness and to Brighter Beauty.
with all of our allied Factions and Nations.

Another beautiful year
Promises the young to become our future and great
parts of the cogs and gears that help
this "Great Machine" Drives On, Flawlessly.
United, we stand and together we fall.
A nation bounded by Great Hearts, Hard Working Men and Women
and Souls wishing for our Freedom and Democracy
to Last into the future and into Eternity.

I am a lone Lion.
Running through the Pride Lands
Although my heart is big and quite brave
Lionesses seem to treat me like a loon with
a hospital band.
My age might be of middle measurement
I am still young
Yet the jungle treats me as if I'm of Antique Procurement
An old dusty relic as released from the museum
Darkness such as energy clung
to the muscles of the huge beating heart


Other lions fail to notice the sound of my heart's beating
They exclude me from their pride as I am "Stranger"
A wandering Threat

A hateful movement
I pass by and I vent
Access energy to refresh my enlightened soul
From the judged
who deserves no warm greeting
Through all of this
I remain strong and I run
I forgive and I understand
I shot out of the Roar
A sound to welcome those truly heartened and  open eyes
Glancing to see my stronger and more impressive form
to see the real me. Who offers rewards
Friendship,love, Undying Partnership and loyalty.
Real treasures.
For this Leo offers more..

The king of his life and of his craft
A Lion King
Who never stays defeated and down he stays and lies..
Wade was deep in the grasses.
As he lies there lost in pity
his life and self at a stand still.

Racing past those Prides who cut him out
He starts on his own
A new pride.
Their  members let Roars Sign Happy and Strong Energy
Which shine out
Out

The life-blood of the largehearted  Leos and the Lionesses
Those who refuse to stoop low, believe in the ignorant, or ever
from the heat and tribulations of the  jungle..
They hold their heads up and they  never hide.
They banded together
To care for one another
and forget the other sickness of the lazy and heartless entitled ones.

Their kindred-ship and family shall last for eternity
Unable to be measured
Past the other end.
For these beautiful creatures
Are the Bright and Legendary Ones

Their legends shall be forever implanted in the jungle
As the true royalty that defeats all darkness
The battle for all kind creatures forgotten and neglected...
For them...those battles they helped fight and have always won.





equal to the other monarchs
cast out do to younger trends
Temporary Collections of Faces
Who shall fade to nothing
Once their time and age is past the clock
Measuring the alarm to sound off their limit
to be cast asside and remain "part of the scenery"
enter them into their own museum

She lived through a lot.
A poetic soul
Who's magic entertained generations
of Suspense and Joy her writing brought.
After many years of continuing through
devastations and personal trials..
Until her end..she never quit.
He writing moves me, still...
Unique of many styles.

I wish I wasn't such an avid window shopper.

I can look

However I can never touch

Simply conversation wouldn't cost so much?

You laugh like the Joker in insanity

A real treat

To be ousted by your lack of youth and vanity.

My heart is large

My brain is quite powerful

Why do people resist an interaction with you?

“Why so serious?”

Laughing..you are used to their game.

They only pay attention to the worthy and the sought after…

A “spoonful of sugar makes your medicine go down”

What a mouthful.

Can’t these people see…

The inside  is worth more than fame or the trending men

I am a man who is more than what they see…

Take a chance and simply answer his “hello.”

This joker is actually a “warm and more saner fellow.”

I live in a world so empty and ohh so invisible
I might walk side by side the strangers on the street
Trying too hard to gain a smile.
Why can't I have  a companion to greet?
Lightening shocks of routine cracking up the thin ice
I walk very gently to avoid falling through
as the weight of question adds stress
upon the already cracking surface.
My soul shines. As with other beings
It tries to attract others to share it's mortality with.
The failure of success of this
A foot falls through the Ice
When will the other foot lose ground?
Am I to freeze, falling into the cold waters below...?
A lost and unsound scary feeling.

Go on.
Why do I go on?

Why do I try so hard to create or share my life?

With people who fail to see..

They fail to value…

What I truly feel and Weigh in…Such cold

Cuts into my soul like a knife.

Why am I faking a smile or having to be complacent

To “what I fail to want or what others force me into living my life “

As I cry, silently.

Emotions are a crime, here.

I am in displacement…

A ghost in physical form

Not a soul takes my side.

The clock owns my soul…

As I wish for death…

I am only a “property” and “possession”

A Broken pride…

I am treated like a ***** child….

“How is it that others have things at least halfway brighter?”

As when I try my hardest. No Escape.

Not even man enough to end my life.

What is my purpose or future?

If I’m just a dog to fetch the bone

Where people get laughter and shine into their own needs

Such cruelty that makes their souls, lighter?