In the rebirth of my true self
Tragedies were in action
I heard the laughter of the reaper "death."
I denied his satisfaction to fight for my sol in pointless game.
I walked away
The sun shined.

My rebirth laid to rest the worst and most darkest part of me.
The day became my true and souls earned holiday.

Patience is tough when I still see the light at the end of this "struggle" as I cross it's bridge to victory.

Each time o stop , relax, and enjoy the company and scenery.
"Heaven can wait" are our thoughts
Sweetly enjoying my "soul holiday."

I was once intoxicated to live life wearing my scars and fears like a badge.
The storm that had  clouded my mind had cleared
After I met some teachers who brought me to a sunnier part of life's road, in which to start, that many had feared.
I started to walk upon.
I caught glimpses of a more clearer picture. A brighter future..Sunnier days in which to live....
Throwing away my badge of dishonor, I donned a new badge of believing...

In myself,my big heart, and in those who bring me up....
Back from the ashes...
I decided to believe in greater causes than my own short comings. to "relive."
each day is now a newer birth. A fresher and newer start.
In which my soul can strengthen
as I started each day as if it were the first and every first day of my life.
A bright light that shines from me now.
As my head clears and I feel my heart beat strong...
I feel my strength rising from a more clearer eyed view and truer heart.
Days are to be cherished, looked to as a miracle, and not as repeats to dreadful times. Where we were at our weakest.
Now, as we design newerer structures...
for our paths in which we walk..
We become whole, healthier, and converse in clearer ways as in when we wish to talk.
We put our plans into motions.
As plans are just that droplets in life's thoughtful oceans....
However, walking the walk and performing the construction leaves us inspired.
As we not only build for ourselves, we build for us and the house to shelter all we hold dear around us.
It is a beautiful and sweet singing gift as sung by our soul's corus.

A fresh and new awakening
I have released from my inner glow
A personality recipe with added seasoning
A new taste for the me that no one knows
such an untried cookie
a new dish to present beauty in untried ways
I present in my soul's kitchen
as I live out each and every newer day.
So, come to my Restaurant and order up a dish
You shall be glad you tried my "soul's Glow"
For a taste of my tasteful new menu
One that shall surpass even the most stubborn of soul tastes
A worthwhile soup from me to you.
Visit today
or any time you like
My Soul's Kitchen is hot on the world's scene
Don't "knock my recipes until you've tried them"
You might miss out on a new award-winning bowl
Of my tasty new signature restaurant feature
In each hearty bowl.

The fires of gratefulness sometimes dwindle to the cold winds of dispair
We all long for something better
Even though ,what we have had all along, has been such there.
Until tragedy strikes..
War...
Hunger...
Storms......
Roadways we fight to get to greener grasses...
Deceiving Looks as the pasture is too toxic to live
We trail back to our old roots
Losing our spot there....
We sink to dispair...
Our fates have become a lot meaner.
I look around.....Outside of my Comfort Zone
People fighting to survive and grateful just to have
Much less than I would ever have...
Hope sparks......As to send them solutions to thrive
and for me to remain grateful
Never wanting more from less or more for odd reasons...
I seldom get lost in these toxic parks...
Grasses are not always greener, however painted in dreams as such,
as wanting more most of the time
can ******* our morals to where we need props from such things
that are life's Crutch.

I woke from a nightmare
I released out this voice
Heard by other lost souls
we stand tall
We  act like a barrier
We support one another
A bright and roaring flame
All of us drifters
We are no part of one big piece
that fixes together the puzzle
of what true ingredients
to this recipe of life
ought to be
it is made from us
with us
we add spices daily
Join with us
as we fix to create a new dish
That a taste by life's critics shall make
awarding US the Blue Ribbon for best dish passed
In life's dinner of specialty

The spring warms us with a hotter and more refreshed sun

Shining upon our souls

such rays thaw out the chills that ice over spirits

that lead us to a more dreary daily run.

Smells of fresh green grass

Sights of birds returning from winter migration

sends us out an invitation

To go forth and start anew

to grow in self with others who are close to you.

Fresher breaths of warmer, cleaner, and reborn air

fill our lungs and give us the energies

To succeed anew

As we finish winter’s challenge and never fall

over it’s cold and heavy glares.

Spring is the end of the frozen and hibernating world.
Emerging from our shells, we smell the green trees, the heat of the sun is felt upon our skin, and dormant energies shall once more start to  thrive and begin.
Our lungs get ready for the warmer air in which to breath.
Our minds think of mor activities in which we can achieve. .
Shedding the winter feelings,mood,and winter clothes off
We prepare for the new Spring in which to become.totally,  renwed
We fuel our eternal fires with the beat of a newer.longer,and brighter sunnier day.
With a rewritten and reconstructed mindset and smile- I laugh and look forward to breaking past  the limits of the winter jail behind.
Now, comes the joy of bringing forth this feeling to those of the same kind.
Sharing warmer days with me and running to the nights happier and freer.

The weather is sunny
The sun blazes the call of Spring.
Awakening out of my Winter frame of mind
I gain more youthful Energies and Glow Like
a Ring Made of Gold.
I feel renewed
A newer version of myself,reborn.
For that's what Spring is all about.
Renewing one's self and feeling free to tell all
From even the tallest mountain top with a glorious shout.
Fresh ideas, conversations with friends and loved ones, and the start of even new true love.
Spring brings me a heart that beats knowing that I am fresher, newer,
and somewhat "Reborn."
To rewind our clocks and forget the past. It's time.
To enjoy not just a new and fresher season of sun and warmth..
We should understad that a new foundation for our futures is being laid...
Right under our footsteps.
For such is Spring and the rest will all come to reward us in just time.

Waters frozen in time
A Stagnant waters
Holding the Debris of the Past
In wrappers, Lilly pads, and used masks
So sublime.
Limited Time
You never realize how much time you have lost
Until you are "frozen in time"
From Virus Conditions to World Government Unrest
Your youth starts to shake in fear
as well as your mature part
Will I drown in a Body of Water like this?
In the Future in which I am headed?
Maybe so if I fail to keep active and vigil
and allow my soul to be ****** in and sink in Feelings
Resulting in The Frozen Ices of "Dread."

I had lost my way
through blind eyes.
I slipped off the cliff
and hung on, with dear life, by my finger tips.
On this rainy day.

Someone had taken off my sun glasses
Then He lifted me upward
Now, this dark and  blind man..
His empty life is all filled up.....

The kindness of this one kind and gentle steward
Had guided me to better ways and better lands.
The only thing he asked for in return
Was the spread of this message.

I gladly share with all of you, now.
To live a life even after a fall....
You can find another like Him and I
who shall rescue you, now, matter how....
Hard the odds weigh against you or I
We shall always make it, together.
If we never allow our newly found friendship
to crack and to fail.

Starting this “Marching Band.”
We shall all go to more enlightened
and sunniest of lands.

****** was alike my father.
If i disappointed his definition of his persona as offspring
I got beaten until I frothed.
If I disobeyed those who claimed to care
They ruled on me like Stalin.
If I wanted a lover - I could not have her in the place we shared.
I was supposed to live and enjoy little
If I dared to question such ideals.. I angered the "great leader."
I'm supposed to be enlightened to supply my income with his state
and expect not one time
That he'd help out his own comrade.
My relatives were alike Fascist orders.
I wasn't what "pure successful people were made of"
I was disregarded and exiled, forever.
I taught myself love, care for others...
Yet, when the chips are down, why cannot I get help to make myself a better life
out of love for another?
Not all men can "do it themselves" or "Find their own way"
without the holy "red cross" intervention.
So why this moral devastation?
Why , if they show times of lessening their ruling care and show their hearts..
why does it touch me so deeply?
Who do I stick around to relive another chapter of "spinning wheels."
Why can't they understand that because they live alike this ruling
why do I?
If I am their cared "for friend"
Why can't they allow me to be myself?
Not a dying eye?
I wish I could wake them.
I care deeply.
On Planning to leave, I realize their lives were lived just as tragic as mine....
So why do, as I plan, to leave the situation, should I become so weepy?

Empty hours that I spend
To myself every day
Scour my soul like bleach
Empty to the bone in every way.
Why don't you greet me?
Am I different than you?
Aren't I deserving of the same as every one
Equal ,too?
If you cared than you would be there
Not just words on a social page
Or a message at which to stare.
Hearts beat the same blood
No matter what excuses are made
Your absence is like a poison
Killing my soul in this quiet hours
The bleach that blanks out any color
From this once colorful and happy man
He is weakened by the ticking of the clock
From the once strong stance
At Wich he once stood.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "the Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "the Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow  in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled down town
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "the Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled down town
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

Rap rhymes, kappler,chrystal kaye, poetry, victim of anger

Where does one go
when there is no new show?
A lack of an act
in which to invest in your time
Eats your soul away
with the loss of every silver dime.
I have the fight left to fight the "life's thieves"
You feel punch drunk
like a fighter fighting just to stay in one click of a moment
of joy and fellowship.
Here it goes..let's get this slug fest over
and let me be free to have freedom of movement...
Into life's light and partnership.

Stop the maddness
Let’s stop the madness 

Doesn’t anyone care to know?

That politics and the inability to see one another 
As humans

Can lead to a final blow?

Bombs may fall

Guns may fire

We were all raised by parents so differently
Society needs a translator 

To stop the madness and end unneeded brawls 
To understand how another was brought up and forced to live 
Outside of our own fenced up understandings 

And misguided beliefs 

Can we not tear these walls down 
And to learn how to give?

Hope instead of threats?

The end of stubbornness and greed?
So , We , as a world of people, not nations

Can band together and ask for and give another help?

Or shall we **** the human race through egos? 
That feel that they must be right?

And smoke and ashes fill our future generations sights?

The storm raged.

From the seas of China to the endless boundaries of the globe.

The monster ate up countless souls.

The Monster Still Claims Our American Dreamers.

How long will the rains pour and the lightening blast?

We were hit with this nightmare standing apart as the skies started to turn dark.

We have failed to head Mother Nature’s warning.

Our People went unprepared, and we were almost carried down into Hell’s depths.

Those of us who did see these warnings decided to become smarter

Then the Surge of Man-Made Pandemics and Political Storms

We soldiered up and decided to stand by our fellow man.

We took off our colored sunglasses, and we viewed life in real colors.

As we rage onward wishing for an end

We shall see the end come when we continue to fight, together, for what is right.

When we came to live across these fine American borders

We are not separate but equal

We are “American Lives” as Forged Equal in the “purpose” for the land of the free.

As long as those within our borders stand alone and mislead

We shall have a heavy burden to recover and rescue them from added plights.

The fires still rage within us to brighten and warm up our days.

Let us use this energy to release upon the lost and wicked the same warm blessings and recover our brothers and sisters still lost.

The tornado hit  without a warning.
I ran to my basement and huddled as I waited for the worst to pass.

As the sun peered his head from the clouds and rain...
I climbed from my bunker and stepped outside.
The scenery was quite charming.
Mother Nature Cleaned the dreariness from the day.
A smile formed on my face
I then was able to laugh and be happy.

I assumed that, in my bunker, that the  storm would wipe my  existence
without a trace.

The "worse" that can come, from life,  our mind creates.
Making a "mountain" from a "Molehill" is an easy way to
cope  with "Fight or Flight."

Only when we can train our mind's to stop and process proper "escape routes"
Can we prepare for what storms lie ahead and enjoy a better "sight."

The storms raged throughout the city skies.
So many colors and musical beats
Hidden in Nature's Disguise.
Look at her details
as Mother Nature paints us a unique backdrop
Pouring rains
Liquid colors melting into one creative ***.
She deserves a lot of credit.
For this project.
I call this "Stormy weather with Pizazz."
Don't you?

I walked a long walk
After A Perceived Defeat
From a challenge...I, at first,felt as if I were the victim of hatred's heat...
That I blindly failed to see as a victory.
Time had passed as I lay awake and pondered
What the outcome of all my struggle had meant
It was the power,within myself ,that was to be a warm glory.
I smiled and got the lesson and it's strength in which it brought
A spirit, in me, so mislead,  twisted up and bent.
I thanked the people and events which gave me such challenges
Since some miracles, from life, are painful events
That bring forth the best in us.......A better heart
Such strengthened by not getting a "happy ending"
to a "scary story.."
it bonds the loose ends back together and brings the soul strength and glory.

Staying strong

Providing a listening ear

Even when fear is reinforced

Strength shines sunlight down on me

dries the tears.

Hope is  there.

The light at the end of my journey’s tunnel.

Through thick and thin

I never give up.

For, in life, we never stop trying…

Until death’s stalker’s follow

Begins.

I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

successful in score
Life throws one a curve ball
How you catch it
Determines the score of your life on the wall
Lit up in cheers
Sometimes you are the losing team
Don’t sulk
For success comes in many forms
Other than in fancy suits tailored at their seams.

Warmth covers me
as summer progresses this night.
Relaxing my souls to dreamland
A new and refreshing dream-land
is now in my sights.
Crickets chirping
the blinking of bright stars above
Are beacons of security
I feel free as a Dove.

The morning started
Dreams slowed to the waking visions
of the scenery around me.
Dreamland departed.
Taking in some fresh breaths
I prepare for the day
Enjoying the view from my window
A summer sun
and activities
A profound show
The artistic vibe comes
as does the summer feeling of thrill
the warm of the sun
the freshness of the summer winds that blow
my feet walking the grounds
Are fresh views and journey, to me, still.
The days last long to provide us with less sleep at night
it is worth the energies
as with this season of fun and family
A true and beautiful life story.
Chapters added with each moment
with each event we attend
with just simple and enjoyable hours of relaxation
True and wisely used vacations
From the cold and rigid
the shorter days in a rush
more hours to sleep
However, I long for the three months of each year...
For this season called "Summer"
I long for such within past and vivid
stories which I define as "Memories."

The sun feels warm and tingling from its Bright Ways
Waves of remembrance of the day still proceeding
Create a smile on this groggy and weary  Face
A soul which has been idle and worn
Becoming fluid with energy and schemes
Entertaining itself with creative imagination
stares into my empathic senses
I need never try to scientifically provide anyone a reality
conforming explanation.
The summer air sneaks through our sliding glass door escape
to an eight-floor deck
If I were able to fly, like Superman, I would now be in Japan.
South Korea
Enjoying the Asian music, company, and people
Two cultures better becoming acquainted with each other
A heart longing to reach out to those I sense lost
through my third eye view
Even though the still of each warm Summer or any Season's Portions of time Called "Night"
One shall never be alone... I do see you...
As the Sun has signaled the inner me that now is an ignited flame
roaring brightly, onward, through the upcoming night.

I hear a fountain signal the afternoon.
The pouring waters fueled a rush to my soul's energies.
The smells of hot pavement and the feel of the beads of water
Hit my body in waves of waking humidity.
I felt my senses awaken, further, even though I was awake.
My eyes needed to see the sun burrowing through the billowed clouds..
The sounds of children, below my floor, made a smile appear..
Upon a face muffled with heavy burdens..
I feel lighter, still, as my heart beats with fluid and lively sincerity...
A mind once clouded by pain is now more alive and much more clear.
The smell and look of the green grasses
The city skyline and traffic moving
Started a song in my joy that I was deeply, too it, grooving.
It doesn't take much to create motion in a once stuck and motionless spirit
Burdened down by question and worry...
Now with Mother Nature's Calling...
I can go forth, through this moment, in a brighter mood
and a vision that is much more fluid with her light.
A way that was cleared of humanity's  storm's debris
And the way is much less, to my weary eyes now less burdened, much less blurry.

Wearing this heavy cape as Superman
powered up
I started to lose my innocence
I tasted the kryptonite
I fell from the skies
I almost died from an overwhelming flight.
The clouds rained.
I shattered into pieces
I lost two many pieces
I fought my evil self.
I triumphed
Now Clark Kent Resurfaced....Smiling in peace.
My double died..
Superman is better,again. He's better educated.
Now who's the one who has cried?
I carried my burdens until I threw them in life's heated volcano
Like the ring of "Bilbo Baggins"
This hobbit thrives
.in his cave, like "the dark knight" as he defeated the joker.
insanity died with his laugh.
I carry on as a protector to those
That I love and trust.
This heart is made of true solid gold.
Nothing on Earth can make it rust.
This avenger stalks his prey at night.
A starving wolf for creation...i endure and acheive.

Now ends my fright.
For tonight
I feed.
The hunger as I create.
Inspiration and light.
I am the next big artistic thrill the world shall receive.

I once was lost

Through superman’s cape….I flew

Crashed Down….Overwhelming weight
A heavy Cost…Placing too much
on emotion’s plate.

Saving The world….Never Myself.
Guilt then flooded  my once clear mind…

I left my once colorful heart
Upon a dusty and barren shelf.

The views in the mirror was opposites of myself.

I threw down the cape..I am human once again.
Wanting release from this jail

lost and locked away …

This place was where the real me had been.


Peace in my mind…A real me emerged.

Flying to meet the fate…hope’s light.
Electric Lighted freedom….Strong Wisdom

My true destiny ..I’m flying to

A future in the world…it is now bright.

Sweet and strong flower
Set aside
having to deal with all the excess power
Politics corrupt the once functional family
She must shelter her only son
As the vulture's attack...
the press never tells solid truths...
Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed"
by those creative nut-sacks.
She is forced to wear a smile
even though she is stronger than they may think or may know
Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent
Acting mild and mild-mannered
although I know, she is a lot  like me
She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free
She loves her country and family
however, she needs to save herself
As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic
it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country
Family cannot be ruled like such
He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention
The coldness of false affections...
Doesn't the Trumpeter know?
As he sounds the "call of unity"
He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases
from cold and empty and less feeling family halls
that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries
As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family
Through these heartbreaking attacks
where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating
To them, he needs to show love's Breezes.
She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands
where he stands, wondering, "Why?"
As she melts down their wedding bands.
She shall do the job that both parents do.
This is such a story set askew.
"Do your job," she does it well.
The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells.
Families deserve their "quiet and private eras"
Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory"
The family might be citizens of this country"
That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!"
In her heart, it does way a ton.
"Enough is enough"
"I am not a fragile and wilting flower"
She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength
As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers.


I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower"
Not as a diss
It is more than this...
It is a compliment.
Beauty is only skin deep
As such are stereotypes...
They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded...
As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power...
She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans
For country and foremost, family.
She shall be the one to point the last finger
"I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.."
"Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power"
"Since I'm not your Definition"
"A weak and Fragile Flower."

Teamwork Solves The Problem
They say “two minds are better than one.”

Nothing could be truer.

As I watched a friend and his relative, patiently, take apart and fix a broke appliance.

I relaxed and observed.

The two had the item repaired and figured out quicker than one whose questions are the parts in which the other can answer when there, with him, aiding in the battle of winning the war to piece together a needed tool , that needs mending.



Through answered questions from a partner well answering problems, the other had faced,

piecing together the problem, through help and sweet and strong reliance.

Upon another to help in rougher times.



I remarked on such, the phrase, as they smiled.

In agreement…it wa voted unanimously.

That :”two minds are better than one”

Simultaneously….we all nodded.

It was a new motto on which we have started to have styled…



Even more so, even a “ton” of minds wishing to achieve the same goal - to fix a broken moment…

or even a city that is in disrepair.

such, through unity,  the item was finished and the conversation had ended….

It is alike war and conflicts…… ….

Having people, ready with you, voluntarily by your side…

Is better than being too tall for one’s own good…or even better motives…

If he fails to see that “one is not an island…”

“Nor is one an army…”

Common Sense tells him to ask for “brother’s in arms”

which overrides any strong form of blind pride..

Thanks to life.

A force that is a miracle

Powerful and Bold

Sharp as The Sharpest of Knives.

Blessings abundant

When one’s eyes are wide open

To see the gifts

That appreciation holds importance.

Once a year we celebrate our pathways

We celebrate Our Breathes of Fresh Air

Family

Friends

The truer items in life

Which money and possessions are the least of the Soul’s Cares?

A fabulous feast

Some tasty drinks

We hold these values true and strong in our hearts

Cheering for another year

Of a fabulous existence and a new Start.

thanks
i am giving...
not that i mind
i am just sick of being left to myself.
a frozen watch
hands that once measured
the warm active moments of time..it needs a wind.
my heart is dusty
it remembers some clear and sweet moments
that i yearn for
to spend with others instead of being someone's
knick knack
in need of a dusting on a shelf.
some will stop and say "hello"
since the clock doesn't tick
they only count their finer moments
ones that often replace me in such
minutes of the future
lost and now hollow.
why have you forgotten what the need of this day truthfully  means?
not just obligation to attend another's rythmic
holiday routines
but to have those who feel such company a blessing..
it has been so long on this day of "thanks"
i am giving...
pass the dressing,..
as tears stream even though i am told to like my own  company
these bare and echoing halls slowly drive me insane
as on another company-less holiday
i sit and remember other days
where people truly needed and yearned for my company
instead of flashing memories
looking out a ***** old window pane

That Remains..
Of my soul... ****** dry by the leeches of disaster
My blood is gone... My Zombie-fied  body aches to bleed, once again.
I'm a sponge dried out. Under the Sun.
I need water, to drink. To get back to the fluid master...
of getting "back to life"
Becoming more human.. this boil sets to bust
In need of relief of the torment of walking on eggshells
To avoid a nuclear chain reaction..
Caught in the middle of the battle grounds....
I'm the old and dying car that has been left in the junkyard to rust.
To have the ability to smell the roses, once again..
As my nose has been cut off to spite my face
My rebellion to ask for a "helping hand"
Infected me..then the community like a deadly virus..
It spread throughout my loving community and infected
all to grow green, sick, hard, and drug into crazy days
As an army of those who tossed away their hearts..
Not only destroyed his and their brains..
Hungry for more of "true Feeling" Hunger ways..
"Give me the vaccine or cure"
So I can become beautifully flawed as a Human
Since this Monster's once Human heart
Seems like a bright light which is now dulled to a Memories Blur

We all need someone in which who can help us up
After hitting the ground... This "Plane Crash"
My friends mended the "wreck" and refilled cheer's cup.
To this toast that I give to them.
A pride filled moment.
Where I looked into the mirror and decided to confront
the blind and sick child that has secluded himself inside.
The child was rescued..
The child was fed.
He was truly hungry.
Until I gave this shy kid some tea and a *******.
Naked and Vulnerable
I now walk high and a lot more dry.
See this "Outer child..."
He succeeded.
In his sunlight.....He shall warm another
He sees hiding inside you...
Making another comrade
In this "Army" of "The High and Dry"
Inner children. A playground.
We seek fun......a reward for hard work...
Now we are kinder men and ladies.....
Never standing upon our pedestals
And Acting like an "Emotional" "Inner" ****.

The greatest way to express your inner beauty
Is through what is inside. That natural "beauty."
It's the way you create and expect simply those to become inspired by your works.
Blood, sweet, and tears that are shared with a sometimes unforgiving art and viewer society.
It's the way you told me "never to stop" as I almost placed my artistic tools down due to feeling the void of the world's way of making one feel "invisable."
While those jealous of my threat of talent tried to keep me on the ground...
It was your hand and the gift to help me up that is so profound.
When I see other artists, I see a "family" and a "special community.."
Held together by the strong stitches binding the fabric which is true "unity."
When I rate a painting, read a creative passage, or I hear a new song..... I welcome another so brave  to share.
I unite them with one another.
They might not buy your work, they might "dog" it down.
The artists of our unity told me "never give up due to what appears impossible and unreachable."
"For the day will come and so will the miracle."'
Of others appreciating, openly , what creative pieces come from the soul."
"For even the ugly duckling had growing pains before he grew into a swan."

I might be one out of many in the crowd.
I might not be on top of "The World."
However as hectic and separated as I sometimes feel...
I owe my strength to being part of the many....
Than ever having life too easy and "be richer" on the "top."
Even at times where I feel I am invisible and never seen....
Even after the stress draws my mood to be somewhat cruel and or mean...
I simply step back, take a breath, and understand...
That I'm part of the "Many" that enjoy their efforts "above" that of the "few."
I know that I am never alone as I feel things are piling up
Or Problems seem to make me drown in life's ocean...
However cruel as this world might get....
I've learned how to swim to my "resort's Shore."
Earning a chair on the beach in relaxing shades of a "Truer Reward."
As my hard work, patience, and a truer understanding of my "fellow man"
Leaves me to feel well "rested"
I am "well rewarded..."
Lifting the weights of "Truer Power"
Being a great and needed part of an equal trip with well earned friends along life's road trip.
Shaking hands as we departed.
From the starting line to the finish....
In this rat race of life....
I've earned "My fans" and "truer Victory..."
Simply Through being the Best that I can be.

Control. Sometimes it is hard to keep.
Either others take it or one must fight to make such energies stay.
A refugee with a kind heart. He fights for his respect each and every day.
Judged and sometimes counted out
The intoxication of power is the oppressors drink
They become drunk and leave their brains behind
And often fail to think.
Your sanity is tried. You wish to cut their ties.
There is no where to run. It is a catch 22.
They laugh in the distance as he cries.
He snaps to their amusement.
“Another crazy show”
A freak.
“Not any more!”
He breaks out and creates a new movement.
Enjoying a louder voice. A new choice.
To end the conflicting violence and messages by the ones blind leading the blind.
The connected and feeling new world, from one strong voice, it creates a better world through more kinder choices.
Better vision for all..not just the one.
United we stand. We never fall.
Over the oppressors war….
Over all the conflicts
Our army of light has won.

The sun started to shine
When the rains ceased
The clouds had cleared
Inside of my head
Are dry and warm sunnier days.

A newer design
and a newer stride

Equaled more than wants or lustful pride.
I wave to those who once thought that they were above me...
Now, side by side
We now walk together.

The wall of doubt was then torn down.
I then climbed over the rubble
Now, such is a clear and smoother roadway.

This is my new travel and newer way
To a better destination.

Together we walk as part of a team
to a place called "The Brighter and More  Colorful  Town."

I write these words
Hoping to draw a soul to share my quiet nights.
Where emptiness eats away at my soul like acid.
I'm a bright and loving man...yet not a word has yet to be spoken....frights
Fridged and empty hours fill my mind like the cutting of the ticking of the clock.
"Why can't women see the good in me? See my beauty? My worth of my pounding big heart that yearns for love and passion?"
"What creative beauty I bring as I ask for nothing? Is there not a way that I can earn another to mend my broken heart?"
"Why must I be the one who has to be alone and like it for people to see strength in me that has been built up, in me, since my life's start?"
Patiently, I await the voice who will answer.
Who will see my kind natures.
Who will cherish my brilliance and my worthy soul?
To furnish this lady with true love and never shall I give into idolizations of her flesh?
To the gods, above, I implore thee "cease this love curse that continues to take on me it's toll"
As I fall asleep, tears dripping upon my pillow. It is I who is happy to weep. As one day my light shall be seen by the one who is right.
She shall answer my aching heart with the miracle of a truer show.
Of a love that sees the best and most purest of innocence in me.
It shall be us two to show the world how true love does conquer all and this miracle shall shine on all others as us two fly away...
Upon angels wings... we love each other, forever, free.

If one gets nothing but questions, where does he get the answers?
For those who doubt him.
Even after he has fought so hard to been seen in a better light.
One cannot sail on without first having a sail.
To push themselves past the small things that prevent their boats
from pushing to a bigger and better plight.
Where their questions can be asked over bigger things than if a guy
is worth trust, sunny days, or up to something "evil."
They can recieve answers to things, even from this "one" in "question"
That is well spoken, pure of heart, and never a horrid emotional "oil spill."
A knock on the door always get's a door to open than a tap on a wall.
One might "look" or "appear" "questionable."
However, do you you need or have the right to know the privacy behind such questions?
On who he truly is?
What is is "always" up too?
Why not, "Do you wish to sail with us?"
Onward to bigger an brighter information and needs that the "one"
"once deemed questionable" helps weave a sail....
Us passengers board...we find bright and more amazing lands
Outside of the small ones that are of people's personal "Computer"
Storage centers, called "Life."
Sail forward fellow sailors.
Question the bigger and more important issues..
For one man does not an island make.
Nor does many a battle win....
If we cannot look past our "profiles" of what "questions" that we have of others , which we deem, "awkward,"
than no sails are woven from too few of boat hands....
Too little of a crew is unable to maintain a longer voyage to the biggest of "answered" "lands" of "question.."
As the captain of his ship is not occupied on plotting his "future coarse,"
He is preoccupied with clearing crew members due to their "Bad accreditation"
Therefore, instead of having a huge crew in which to do battle or find treasures with, His boat sinks.
The Captain goes down with this misguided "Ship"
and gives in to the darkest of "Forces."

What a disease

This catch 22

Find what will help

At a price one can charge to you.

You silently sit and look for a vaccine

For this disease of ill drama and health.

The government doesn't want to help

Or get you on the healthy road to wealth.

The disease becomes a fester

After sitting with such

Dormant for so long.

If I wish to win and live

I have a soul that fights to remain strong.

Haunting ghosts of memories of the past shriek loudly in my head.
I chase after these skeletons ending this conflict by seeing them dead.
The messages taunt me even in my waking hours.
Even as I escape Despair's path by walking in fields of flowers.
The lack of connection of those people I miss
The quiet hours I try to fill seem to sicken me like venom
After a rattlesnake hiss.
I stay strong through my will and slam the memorial closet door.
Voices may haunt me
But they shall defeat me no more.

Unless some things are lost
There is nothing to gain.

Growing through life's showers
Help's one to deal with true pain.

Once the storm of life has passed
The sun shall pop out
warming the soul
Leaving one happy and with their dry tears that have passed.

One cannot understand the value of some thing
or some one
unles they have been lost...

However, experience in life does has its cost.

The Cuts of Lies

Russian Roulette

Every decision you make

Is there a bullet in the chamber?

For when the results end my existence

Life is at stake.

The powder is the cheers of the crowd

Enjoying the entertainment from seeing you fall

Standing like a skyscraper

Walking on the stains of your blood stained spot

Standing tall

Producing another future

To fill their hunger

The money they sow off your fallen

Ripped up and bleeding life

which they fail to even fix up with

Action over lies solving sutures.

Independence Day is Freedom's Dance
The Dance of our Country
To the songs from our Founding Fathers
Liberty and Equality
Through problems and Victories
Losses and Turmoil
We endure and become stronger
For Independence doesn't limit celebration to one day
It is a way of life
Smiles of those passing by
Sharing this great land
Supporting one another
Is a dream we share
As we dance this dance of Everyday Living
In the land of the Brave
The Land of The Inventors
The land of the Dreamers
The Land of The Hard Worker
The Land of Expansion and Helping Hands
America the Powerful
America The Imperfect
America The Welcoming Hand
Those who simply Ask for a part
to become one with other Proud Members
Of an Empire of Promise
The Celebration, every day,  in this land of Liberty