The silent hours chill the air with the absence of others.
The faint ticks of a nearby kitchen clock and a passing jet,overhead, mark the hours, since I've tried to fall to slumber.
The halls of my mind are dusty galleries of those once exciting and eventful days
When I was younger and much more content.
Fearing each empty spot on these walls of my halls  in these dusty galleries of my mind
I've noticed that it has been a while since I was able to put a memory up due to another empty and unfulfilled moment.
I jump, quickly, into another hall which is full of vibrant and more happier collections.
The warmth comes back, for a while, and my faded and weak imagination starts to build.
Once more I can day dream of excitement and come forth with an action plan to win this battle I have with the clock.
Father time reminds me, with each passing season and every change of our clocks in the fall and early summer, how much time that is left. Before the sands that  he holds for me
run themselves empty.
I fall to twilight sleep dancing with Peter Pan and Little Tinker Bell.
A quick bit of bright luminosity.
My dark halls light up and bare what is beneath the dusts in the halls of my life's museum of achievements.
The fear slides away as I see the truth. I have done the best that I could do with what I have been given.
Like Frank Sinatra sings, at what was his "near end," I did it "My Way."
The strength of such revelations always make my blood fuel my heart and my passion to be even better of a creator
Never giving up with every new and passing day.
Such a gift.
My feet are now light.
I fall to sleep...
Sleeping to the sun's signal of a new day..
Shooting onto my body his bright and life sustaining rays.

Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

Hands held out to ****** your last earned dime.

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

For your courage to stand up to those oppressors that warm up the air once colder

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.

I am learning to coexist
A refreshed and a new and reborn soul
Meets new faces
His confidence is the sweet toll
On which he pays to run down the roads of greeting and meeting new friends
Souls to enjoy the fun and fresh times
As life's clock measures the moments
Of intertwined souls
Employing new ways to share their existence
a feeling, oh so sublime.
Energies that spark a new power of life's forces
Charging the once drained batteries
of the HUman heart.
One can meet a potential life chain linked soul, anywhere.
Keep your eyes open.
Or you shall miss another fused chain link and intertwined and enjoyable fused soul in which a relations
of the heart and soul
shall make their start.

What is wrong with me?
A Frankenstein’s Monster
Feared more than understood?
Lighting up the flames to scold him from being in society’s presence
They fear the person who could have been a better alli and friend.
You return to your gloomy castle
Anger becomes an issue due to becoming
Sick and tired
You begin to fall apart
Back to the pieces from which the Good doctor stitched together.
Only your mind stays whole
As your body tires from the struggle
Of straining to perfect the vision in the mirror.

The bright and hot sun beams life into my body.
Waking from my slumber....refreshed
To another day I look forward to explore.
For each day always gives me even more

Excitement
Emotions
Challenges
Thrills...

So many things to enjoy..in 24 hours...
There shall never be a lack of these powers

Of passion to thrive to the thrill
of a day that brings warmth and winds
I breath such into my lungs....life.....

I climb the mountains
I challenge the pain
I overcome my obstacles
I melt the coldness of others
I radiate warmth given to me by the sun
and the ones around that shine like such...

The sun... the life it warms to life....
It cuts into a sculpture..such as I...being finished,yet...
As the creator wields his knife.

Christina was an angel.
A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time.
I expressed to her, my last message, sadly.
"You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart
I Love you and shall be your rock.. your wall of deep and respectful support."
I heard the ending of her miraculous invention , brought to life, "Which was her soul and music."
I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly.
I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her.
Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music.
The evil reaper
took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away.
My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart.
My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors.
such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper.
i have cried inside rains of shock.
i felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's  sounds
of the winds of ill fated  changes
stop my creative and artistic heart
from beating.
My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise..
her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths...
Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul.
It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass
that now has no measurable size.
I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times....
Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose
of higher and kinder purposes...
and her angel wings swooped down from above.
She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name.
"The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart"
That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished
In eternal life after the physical realm , which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning.
She shall be within my heart..
Worth more than gold and fame.
As her spirit shall forever love and guide me
to a more beautiful song and dance in my life
She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.

Christina was an angel.
A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time.
I expressed to her, my last message, sadly.
"You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart
I Love you and shall be your rock.. your wall of deep and respectful support."
I heard the ending of her miraculous invention , brought to life, "Which was her soul and music."
I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly.
I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her.
Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music.
The evil reaper
took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away.
My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart.
My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors.
such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper.
i have cried inside rains of shock.
i felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's  sounds
of the winds of ill fated  changes
stop my creative and artistic heart
from beating.
My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise..
her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths...
Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul.
It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass
that now has no measurable size.
I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times....
Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose
of higher and kinder purposes...
and her angel wings swooped down from above.
She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name.
"The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart"
That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished
In eternal life after the physical realm , which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning.
She shall be within my heart..
Worth more than gold and fame.
As her spirit shall forever love and guide me
to a more beautiful song and dance in my life
She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.

Words are weapons
Just like a sword

Watch your tongue wisely
or your cut someone to the bone.

Blood spills as such is the feeling of being betrayed
By the one you care for leaves you to slowly die alone.

A true man helps to dress the wounds
He watches the future and perfects his mistakes
to a brighter energy to what he has done

Over words that have once cut another
His inner battle has been won.

I’ve been here all  the while.

Like an old truck stop…

A dwelling full of life..hardly noticed.

One day your spirit tank runs dry

and you must stop and stay for a while.

The once overlooked dwelling helps through filling

the tanks of those left empty handed

The other spirit leaves, thankful, for not being left out in “no where land”

to die stranded.

The exchange is of care with no need of personal gain

Simply “I’ll come back to visit” and “to bring some friends with me.”

To the stop that helped a stranded visitor

Return on their way

Simply out of care to see to it that they are able to continue,onward,

to another well traveled day.

The quiet hours pass by like turtles crawling to the shores
of life's huge oceans
However long the trip the need for it is engraved..in the hearts of those who can endure..
True Devotion.
To a task that might make one shed blood,sweat,and tears
As long as your souls fails to give in or out
The body will follow suit
We soon run out of fears.
We faced the stinging of aloneness
The burns of sun heated gravel along these streets we travel
Moments end in miles
Traveled earning much experience
You gain and earn
So never give in or up
In the end, you..this "lone conquerer" ..smiles
He holds up his head and smirks to those who once thought of him as weak
and cheered as he started to fall.
However tempted to give in to those nasty cheers of the mean-felt crowd...
He never listened...he numbed his heart and ears....
For now he has conquered and earned it - all. Of which he wanted.
He sent blessings and true heart for the healing of those wicked chanting for him..
the one who never fell...
"for true victors can share their spoils and wish all enemies..
Good Heath and a heart that shall, once again, become sweet, caring, and shall feel this warm energies and swell."

The Vampire rises from his sleeping chambers.
He's not after good red fluids
He fights to thirst on those "bad Bloods"
Battling the actual evil
outside of his After Life Traveled muds
In the towns that once feared him
Watching the vigilante rise and protect
those in which who feared his brothers and sisters
his Creature's Reputation
They were once to it blind
Taking down the pigs of society
The cheer drinks at the village bar with him
The Vampire warrior
Has become the King of Society's Sorority.

In my absence.
What do those "socially preferred"
Return to conversation
After silence tells you
That your presence wasn't wanted.
Detoured.
You write and you wait.
Letters written in the cold of nights
Reaching out to those in which you seek
Honest warmth and companionship from.
No answer. No return.
Frights.
Nightmares relived
As one fails to "not trip over himself"
as he examines his outer and inner layers
Like a doctor trying to cure a disease
He tries to determine the actions needed
To make himself wanted and himself wishing to please
Those effects of disease
That are your defects
That chase away those you try and share a life with
You need not be avoided like the "plague"
As hope's walk
Is trying to mend it's worn out legs.

Feelings are a strong energy.
They are like a gun.
Pull the trugger....
What have we won?
Friendship?
Family?
A strong bond that can never become undone?
A smile forms on this once dark and frowning face.
After the shot was taken what becomes of our moment?
to Be Burried in a  grave? No....!
A cherished memory?
Yes!
You stand strong with me as the sands of time keep pouring over  our lives..
A bright and newer connection which I wear such  like a badge.
This posotive light has bound us, "Brothers and sisters.."
In a hectic world, see this sun!
A warm energy that sparked from you and filled my world above all or anything
you could ever imageion.
See my wall of heroes.
Many pictures have been placed here.
Look at the once empty spot left there bare and dark..
Your photo hangs and shines there...
Just like the sun.

Words are deadly weapons

Words are also beautiful Poetry.

Watch how you use these in a ritual manner

Your messages can hurt and damage the Human Heart.

A beautiful sculpture of the Human spirit shattered with Misunderstanding’s Hammer.

Colors are Dark

Colors are Bright

Mix the right shades while shining your diamond’s light

A wrong shade of gray or the too bright blood-red paints

Can make you into a sun with the Dark Side of the Moon’s

Message

A disguise in accident due to reactions and actions

That were wielded like a deadly sword

Damages came quite soon.

Fixing the disrepair of a once full and loving home

Repairing a Human heart battered until it became too weak

To pump the Happiness of life and love

Such dies from a Heart Attack.

For some “words of ill faded wisdom”

Can never be taken back.

Hold those close to you, tightly.
Moments can define when or if they shall be taken from you
Or if they shall be allowed to remain by your side
Distraction  and Misunderstanding are parts of ego and it's  pride
Tragedy and Victory marks the outcome
What person will fill the once occupied spaces
of those who stood by your side
Through time and space
The wheel of fate spins once again
Either taking one with it
Or passing by another
To leave it dwelling in the lives that it has been connected to
or what homes where it has lived and where it  has been
One moment from another
Such can bring new things
The moment can also leave, bring, within the still of tragedy or at the miracle of brilliance, it can even  take a sister and or a brother.
A blink of the flirtatious energy of a storm's eye
Such an energy can be a blessed of the tones in which it sings.

Also, a sad tone can, at its cold will
The siren Can take even you up past the skies.

Away from your kindred folk
and friends
To another life
A song never sung until life's bitter and tragic end.

She has leather
Golden locks
And wears plenty of Lace.
The golden heart
Has shown plenty of Grace,
She has earned plenty of days in Shanghai-La
She's even more beautiful at her age
The gypsy sparkles
As she dances
Singing
A "white winging dove"
It sounds like "she has been singing"
Music to my heart
Peace Bells are ringing.
Sparkling from her shine
I've been under her sweet spell for years
My midnight dream is clear
How I wish she was mine.

The World Needs Love
The Light That Warms Through People's Window Panes
Universal Messages of Peace and Care
Even though we might reside in different spaces
We are Human.
We breath passion to progress and live out the best
of days in our lives
Sending out just one signal
From The United States
To North Korea
To Russia
To Other Nations
People United
Never Divided
We shall one day
Hold hands
and United the World Through a Shining Light
That is True Heart and it's Shedding of light with the world

I starve from the inside.
I starve from the inside.
I show nothing since rhere is nothing left of me to hide.
Too poor to eat.
Too ashamed to look at myself in the mirror.
Like that Movie "Thinner."Outside of him rating, "Could I be any Clearer?"
Anorexia seems to be a joke to those nearest.
Get them some glasses.
For they are far from seeing what's nearest...
A Friend who lives in silent fear.
You eat in front of him
With part of it, his soul.
Money may weigh heavier in coins.
But it destroys a friend.
So after you get what you "feel" you are owed
Collect for that rainy day.
For yor time will surely end.

Friendship ends through tongues which cut into the soul
Tears of blood stain one's pride.
You are racing the streets.
You are exposed
There is no where to hide.
Your sanity almost cracks at whit's end.
Your heart almost beats out of your chest
due to your fear of being alone and vulnerable.
Why did we break apart?
Why must our bond end like this?
Am I such a bad act when this curtain closed
and the crowd stayed silent such as the other part of
my friendship like a broken business partnership.
Sleeping in a card board box
Trying to fight for what you need.
You became sick of dancing like a puppet
to not be neglected of what items and warnings
of hitting those violent streets.....that these connections
demanded you are forced to head?
If you didn't, you have lost your "Place" in their "Company."
The homeless soul in a card board box.
In their hearts you no longer exist
For you, in their hearts, out you are locked.
Doors closed and tears fall. The ground is wet as you wade in an ocean of regret.
"Do I have to live under everyone else's rules of personality just to stay in company?"
"Is there a crime in being unique or being a 'man?"
For I've done all that was required of such....
This lost soul out of place....
Wishing for the ones who have forsaken and judged him....
To rethink their decision to keep their hearts locked...
Out of anger...as it clouds their bright places
in your friend's hearts as communication breaks down.
as does this "corporation of friends," "Company"
That leaves you all in a void.
For where you once stood....
And the position you filled in their "employment"
To proudly benefit them in "payrolls" in their days
Sparked to flames and burned this "business"
in anger in a blurry pageful daze?
Shall we stay apart,always, or do the years in which we built and
toiled to perfect this "company" mean nothing?
Souls cannot drift,alone,forever.
Or shall this lone dog, out of disobedience, rome the streets..hungry
Broke
Unemployed by "Company.."
In this "Business" called "Friendship.."
Is it worth a crushing permanent ending?
Or a brighter rebuild of the "Building" of this friendship
"Dwelling" on the foundation's site?

Out and Down

But never lost.

I stumbled and I fell but paid off the costs.

I fought the hard fight and won my battles.

Now the losers strike back in clouds of protest.

Honor guides me to safety. Never selfishness.

Tears of a clown I comically set out to hear the laughter

during hardened times.

Those who stood with me enjoy wines from earned dimes.

Cheers guide us to our comrades.

Who see the truths of liberty and justice.

Of a nation of Honor who wishes to support us.

Nations that shake our hands.

In union we fight.

Sweet victory in wars started by those who wish to destroy us.

Through the Looking Glass
James Bond played his “Double” role  

On his “investigations” to locate the  “treasonous” Villian.

His “distractions” are well known…

Past his “secret” identity and “cover”

His “secret” is very well known

Past that

Spying is quite irritating

On both sides living double lives

Human reasoning defines what the “crime” or “need” of their own “roles”

are of the necessary order

As each person calculates based on its own relations

Memories and Conclusions played through life’s “feed recorder.”

An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.

Tic Toc
Feel your Humanity Wither Away
With the Ticks of the Clock.

Sorry.Sorry
Words that I am so used to hearing.
Words do not  buy back moments lost
From the Empty Lone Hours
Spent in Misery

Ching Ching
One Has To Earn their Pay
Feelings die with the chasing of the gold.
Hear the screams in my troubled soul
As I lie here trapped
Between The Streets
And another wasted day.

Time's hands
measured with a clock
Spin so fast
when one enjoys his time
and at the moment's end
Enjoying the next timed moment of  his  life
shall be the trick.
Hear the sounds that Father Time
Breathed life into our mechanical scale of life
It sometimes is the most hated invention
Humanity ever made
What a crime
Wasted clicks measured on your path of timed allotments
of when your hourglass sands fall
one grain at a time
See them fall...
For without filling such markers
in the rise in time
you have had nothing in which you had gained.

Time Is Magic

Measure each moment

Weigh such carefully

Never trip over the speeds

at which these measurements and planned events

should occur.

Sprouts some seeds

That you have planted to feed your future

Moments filled with meaning and self joy

Are measurements of magic of light

Over-playing the dark forces of fear

and fulfillment of other’s  self seeking orders

to how you spend your moments

Emptiness and self destruction

dark forces in such Dark Forces Deploy.

Keep your eyes open wide to the light

Water the seeds

Through reinforcement of your beliefs and movements that are bright.

Join forces with others of light

that graze like cattle around you

Your heard follows a truer path to fight the dark forces

In Time’s Magic

There once once was a time
When you still felt young and full of life
Until the world came to a stand still
This is all the same old rhyme..

Stuck without time moving with the Earth, "Forward."
You begin to stack up the Memories in Books of Journals
of your teenaged years
Cutting you open
With cold blades of "Future Fears."
You are young...Yet older.
Years whisk by you quite quickly..
Until stagnation and Lazy Wastes
of your Colander fill up all of the year's spaces...
Sickly..
Old and not young enough to be part of those "peppy and in Crowds"
However, your not old enough to be among the respected old timers...
Alone in the center - tears of regret fall down your cheeks...
Until Your Higher power's Voice
Get's sick of lending you tissues..
From his voice...….
"Keep on Going and Become" - his Booming and distinct voice speaks.

Silence always comes before the storm
One silently builds with steam
Until out explodes a storm.
Eyes glare as the emotions settle like rubble
From the "norm"
Inspiration fades while he sits in silence
Waiting for the hardship of long hours
And limited means...
Until their problems are mended
No one wins.
We are connected by life's energy chain.
One falls
One by one
So does the masses in equal blending.
Defusing a storm before it hits
Is a hurricane prevented from happening.
Stand together with the one
See past the rough exterior to see crying eyes
We can all use a hand to keep the flames from hitting anger's TNT's wick where it lies.

I chose not to lie down to let fools win.
I got back up from a fall
Reaching higher for the light in my life
And standing taller before I fell and the hurt did begin.
My huge heart told my legs "get up!"
My spirit spoke to my eyes "now see!"
The best advice in my life, alone, it didn't. Hold a big enough spark.
Until friends of true heart added their hand.
A vital ingredient.
For a new "brew" to drink after success's cups were raised.
Seeking nothing but respect and true gratefulness..
A newer life created...from the one fallen..
Such a new drink is called "unrelenting"
To the older drink which we chose to cheer with
"numbness"
Avoiding challenges we became reckless.
Then after broken bones heal
After our fall...
Out senses and spirit grow through healing and such help us survive.
To create our brighter future
Raise your drink...
A toast to our well earned "happy ever after it all!"

The feeling of being wanted is intoxicating.
Too much of any good thing can be too alluring..
Addicting.
A form of "self Medicating."
I wish to feel "attractive" and be "treated" like a "bright star."
However, I haven't earned the treatment. However, I've proved my attraction.
I am, sometimes, an enigma. The mystery makes another wish to get to know me, even more.
I can become too open.
Like a water faucet which never stops running.
Drowning out the special points and moments of conversation..
The connection stops coming.
While it is rewarding to yearn for what's "better"
and the "perks in life"
Which you know you've deserved and worked hard for...
Once you get once you want..
When there is nothing more, in the universe, to "shoot" for..
Your heart dries out from the rivers of Stride racing to the finish line....
Your heart starts to feel lighter and wears itself out..
Wanting too much and more.

Lying in this cage.
Lost on closed off ways
in which to succeed and to thrive
I fall into myself and do a head dive
Inside the depths of sadness
madness
No one seems to have the time or investment to place in you
you have talents
but when you cannot prove them
you start to fade empty too.
How do I escape this debt and pain of the lack of people?
How do I prove myself as I do try so very hard
as I still feel chained like a car inside an impound yard
you have the strength of hope and grab ******* strength
trying to pull yourself out of hell by light's rope.
Send me a signal
and I'll work hard to repay you
Leave me to rot..to fester..to fear another tick of the clock
and you have sat back to watch a good soul
waste away
as your failure to aid in his darkest hours
take on his sanity..a heavy toll.

To Unity Bears Pain
Souls of Hot and cold
Conflicting with tornados
debris of corruption and suffering cleared away to clearways
Rocky roads repaved with stronger ideals
Ingredients of such concrete and pure and selfless logic
Which shall endure the wear of traffic of individuality
Overall times.
The strings controlling the society
as puppetmasters of corrupt leaders have now been cut.
Out with the old and in with the new.
Sometimes is out with the new and in with the old.
Lifting the burdens off one another's backs through charitable support
can be painful at its start
however, it becomes light and sweet
Like aged wine in future times
Growing as flowers in the same garden of Human Existence
Equal and Cheerful as a World without divisions
Of separate gardens that cost more from souls funds than building just the one
portion of land
instead of becoming the separated and hateful separated few.
Intelligence comes from knowledge and the strength to be open to learn new ways and tools
In which to fix life
As it has been decaying from these conflicts and selfish empowerments
That has wrecked the society as a machine.
Newer times
Newer Leaders
Kindly and selflessly added new parts to make the systems work
The life support of many
Instead of a quick breath of the few
It takes the release from the shackles of fearing things we don't understand
or learn how to understand
and the stubbornness to expose ourselves to diverse viewpoints
lifestyles
that bring flavor to this bland and poisonous world
Now, we have a gift...
The fresh new start of fresh opportunities
fresh and newer logical ways in which to flourish and
invent a more advanced future
for our society, as human beings, and as a world.

I cry a tear

The other scolds a feeling

Nights go by and you feel emotionally bankrupt.

No one to turn to too

You start feeling like the “catch 22” staring at a ceiling.

You hold back your anger and your fear

The other still smells such and uses their own sadness

“the doggy didn’t greet me the right way. You don’t

deserve or appreciate anything!”

The cycle continues until you have reached the limit and melt into madness .

Once  the other snaps out of their “toxic trance”

their apologies flow as well do the promises

“I only wish for my friend not to become “Mr. Hyde  out of Dr. Jekyll .”

You are the strength of the household without investment to regain

Energy and funds to “stop spinning the wheels”

and move out of the warpath

“The Harm of the Heckles. “

You learn to wait for the opportunity to “catch them in their sleep walk”

The “thief caught stealing from the cookie jar”

Don’t the sick “understand the demands and power of their emotions which erode”

a once peaceful soul and sand….?

You have a little way left, in which to back up your talks.

Going forward in life…..

If the other would or could break out of their “spell”

People in conflict and turmoil

Truly caring for one another but afraid to show their “weakness.

To get well.”

When the day comes and they value the relations and finally admit to

the portion of chemical waste that has nearly killed two bonded hearts

The person in the daze never understands this “war’s toll”

Two in a team, can empower one another

to build one another up.

Instead of shooting flames that burn one another’s souls.

Melted from hurtful heat, instead.

A nuclear storm is building up..

“Chernobyl” devastating the lands that were made

from spirits connected to friendship so kindred..

Saving a once thriving force, that is your friendship…

From being placed in a grave

That this “Chemical war” had taken it’s toll

No time for liquidation of the aftermath

The time needed to heal is enough to purify

The feelings of both…The neglect of this

Downfall

are bright hearts who shall die, instead.

Traffic and Flames

After I sat for hours in traffic

After enjoying half a medium sausage and cheese thin sliced pizza…

through the hot heat and the sweats I thought

How life could be much more tragic.

Nothing is never as easy as one might make it appear….

Those fake survivors disappear.

Struggles can define and educate us…

However, they do not make a life.

As sick and lonely I might become…

From these hours in waiting and lack of money

due to these bills that I am paying……

These words , creatively I write from within my mind that plays…..

They shall never stop playing.

Honesty and strength are my tools…

Not just protools.

I guide the beat with the songs of my life…the struggles from within

that sharpened my mind as such like a switchblade knife.

I might look awkward with imperfect teeth and a ***** looking face.

However, as deadly or cowardly I might appear in your eyes…

I’m the strongest soul, a roaring and raging fire, that burns

and challenges the most challenging of places.

I have changed.
Newer colors from my inner light.
Count these colors…at the end of
My rainbow… A heart of gold is in sight.
I may not be accepted into many lanes of social traffic.
So, I continue an enjoyable ride to
Where I shall be clearly seen and finally have a pit stop and enjoy some limited moments of social interactions.
Then I’m off and going with the other faceless drivers trucking their goods to those who understand the boxed tricks.
To a waved message along my way down life’s sometimes lonely highway.
I enjoy the sights along my way.
Fake historic landmarks might be shortly breath taking..
However, my truer trip takes to the better city attractions…..
The true structures in life’s light in the road that ends from some faceless traffic.
I see your meaning and learned from the lessons taught well.
Later on, I shall be the teacher and the newest of brighter attractions… Pennies for my thoughts?
After the millions of writings are bought.
A millionaire shall I be in my well earned heaven.
Never,hastily, choosing the quick and easy fix and route to hell.

I'm trapped in a body
I was born to be somebody else
Than who I am.
Dainty and Fragile
But Rugged on the outside

Most of the time
I fake a smile of pride.

It seems I try and speak. No one hears as to the silence no response.
Hardly anyone notices my presence
As very few react in emotions or welcoming actions
My work and my lonely beating heart
Seem to be invisible and the beat of questioned empty rhythm is never heard
I’m here although a ghost
If I disappeared should it make a mark?
If I stay would I make a difference?
Or am I in another dimension?
As I am Alice
Trapped in Wonderland
Shouting through the tiny door’s key hole
At myself
Shouting “wake up.you need to wake up!”
As the waking hours become the quiet pergatory and my dreams are a horror rated
Movie played in loop while in wonderland.
Can I wake up to be seen?

Here I travel
Down the road
Gravel and dust
Hopping like a toad
Blurred Vision
Foggy Head
Dancing upon the Pavement "Billie Jean"
My Body Feels Dead
Fear in my head
Water in my eyes
Blue skies
A big, yellow sun
Such dries the tears
That were once
On the run

Travels

Our soul and our bodies are always traveling

Two feet stirring up the gravel

As your mind plots the next stop

As the Judge in you Bangs his Gavel.

Disciplining your self too harshly

Yet not excepting redirections

At times you are a fire

A flame that emits light and within such

Reflections.

The pool to cool the anger boils up

Better cool down before the steam causes your bottled ego to explode.

A rocket to the stars

Out of Control

Your wreckage is a battered soul that starts to implode.

I see the beautiful women walking down my street.
Wearing their Finest clothes
Seductively winking at me and turning up the heat.
I see into many of their eyes
Into their souls...
It is their heart I wish to meet.
Looks open up many doors.
"What mine is mine And soon I will own your's."
The heart tells only the truth. What it wants is love and everlasting youth.
The heart sings a song that the Sirens never sing
Attracting only the other that it longs for...
A faithful love and it's eternal bond is the gift to witch it brings.
Attraction is motivated by the body and lust.
My lust is of that and a much more beautiful kind...the heart.
For a lady's soul makes me hotter to finally the energy of a flame.
Eternal partners fused by true heart and soul's attracted
Through seeing through the eyes of one another's hearts.
Ending days of the lonely...ending into satisfaction from energies fused from the true sources from one and the same.

True Love?

If something is true then it shall last a long time

It shall endure a lot

It shall never change

It adapts

It never can happen too quickly

It is savoured, slowly

My friends are my family.
The are honest to me when I need to hear words I feel I cannot bear to hear.
I am set strait and get back moving forward on my road..
Hearts feeling proud to see me succeed.
Always warning me of obstacles ahead which I sometimes fail to heed.
Telling me to stay out of self pity..!"
Pushing me further up the ladder when I obtain frozen heals.
Looking down the ladder, they are always there climbing ,with me close behind.
Spirits cheering me on when I am doing well.
Like Rocky's Coach after Rocky Became His Best Friend's lost soul's son's mentor.
They yell the words that I truly needed to hear, after a knock out jab, from a glove, to get "Back up!"
Always telling me "You are an attractive younger man" "Who needs to clear the mind that needs to stop thinking through ,'The Looking glass.."
This "Dorthy Gale" still cries for my "Aunt Emmye."
Because my friends love me for the person that I am.
I return their acts and kind deeds (as they need me in their "Corner of Life's Ring...")
I'm their "Rocky" Who cheers "Mohammad" to their victory in their corner of their ring.
Now, together, a song in each one of our connected  souls, our hearts do sing.
"Forever through war, hunger,pain, , and ill health"
"Through the easy times, wealthy moments, and easier moments, and blinding and shining victories  of such..."
"The need to exist
"to and for each other..."
"A well knit family of sisters and brothers."

I jumped too high...too far
I fell to the ground.
Dusting myself off..the demons of fear attacked.
Putting up my Fists
On Flaming Grounds..

Jack Flash failed to jump his candlestick
Hitting those who tried to drag him under from all sides..
He is trying
With what little strength is left
He grows weary and sick.

He knows not who closest to turn too
As he reached out a hand..they laughed and scolded him
In his face....Blasted flames upon his reaching fingertips

Trust chains' links broken
He begs for another tomorrow
As he brushes the chard burns off of his hips...

"Must you expect everyone to be the same?"
"Must I be cheated from my future?"
:Must I be afraid to ask for help?"
"Because you fail to believe in my truths?"
"I tried to show you, such..I'm Broken."

I walked far behind those leading...
They push me to fore fill what the don't understand
The ways they think I am roaming, aren't
the processes to health aren't worth the costs..so much
truth flows through the cracks...
as I battle those demons, still.. "Trust?"
"For the ones who listen...who don't attack"
"Finally seeing the real..truth..in me"
and then I'll follow..
if rewards find us both..
Equally.

Every day as I awaken

I think of the blessings of each breath…

As death has not yet taken

A brilliant and bright loving soul

Although troubled times have come my way

I look to the skies and count the beautiful items…

Counting all the details against misery’s toll…

I smile in delight

For all of my selfless and wholehearted plans

shall become successful

As I trust in the miracle of waking each and every day.

Trust is a hard treasury to find
Maps are but hints, moments, and then the buildup to the reasoning to where the chest of gold is at
The journey with the one you are trying to find such golds with
is much more enjoyable than the ending wish
Don't stop at just one chest of gold
as there are many maps to explore many different types of currency
Savor the path as you earn that treasure of trust with the one whom you are starting the journey
For life is made to enjoy each other's good qualities, inner spirit, and hidden traits
Maps were meant to read and follow, slowly, as there is no rush to gain the reward, however, great the urgency to not be scared before finishing the travels.
Lessons teach but lessons are always fresh new learning curves
so look at the newest trust treasure quest partner
and join them with the enjoyment of their travels to safety and the wealth of treasures as you get to know one another.

The hours of silence **** me like cancer.
In this day and age
No one knocks on your door to see how you are doing
Or to make a new neighborhood friend.
The way you look and if a silly mistake was made
It defines if you shoul remain alone in the end.
Even during the Cold War the good hearted Russians went past a paranoid government
Past our blind government
They held out a hand
Which is worth more than any political profoundness
Between two lands
Now it is forth years. Past
I guess good habits die with vanity, stereotypes, and greed.
Nothing is lost if you greet a newcomer that you have seen
In action bear no hate.
Now what is the cost of another Allie
If the world is already sick?
Nothing! Unless your eyes are blind and cannot see.
The real truth without a single self defined lie.

Once my Mind switches to "automatic"
It is a Tornado of Energy.
Driving  any other ,Around Me ,Past Insanity...
Sometimes the Doctors thought of such a switch as "manic."

I can assure you that my designers planned such
As a "gag"
to see if I can still use my "intellect" as I unload
a day's weighed down and full of "trash " in my  "event bag.."

Turning on "Medication" by a Band Named "Garbage," ironically, I take some access crap  out of my head to life's curb.

Where life's trash man can laugh as they sift through the aftermath..
As I take my shower that  cleanses my mind....

"Save Some Energy For The The Next Day..." I would tell myself
For Tomorrow will fill itself with useless and trying articles of the same kind.

One never knows me unless they've tried me.
I am a diamond in the Rough
I am the Sun on your Darkest of times.
Routine.
People get lost on how they should meet or their type of person that seems the right fit.
Beyond the wrapper on a candy bar, one never knows a taste before they take a bight.
The new flavor becomes, on store shelves, a hit.
Mr. Right isn't always a straight forward guess.
He sometimes is right in front of your face.
In the most unexpected of places.
There might not be a limo pulling up to your front door on that first date.
Or a "Hello" in a coffee shop as you walk in.
Maybe on the job or the internet which you've been too afraid to Take new Friends from such in.
Look past what you think is your "perfection."
Beneath this rough and seemingly out-of-date style
You shall find a huge heart beating for you...
Fresher for you...
And stronger for you..
Than any other guy from who you've loved
From the traditional ways you've met him in.
I am the guy who walks in the rain to meet you as he had promised.
Supports you when you are at your weakest or sickest.
I am one to make you laugh when you wish to cry.
Much more than this, for in every relationship, I don't quit on someone unless there is no other way in which we can try....
To go past what is considered a true limitation
or an overated expectation.
For now that I've gotten you to see what is inside of me....
And you are not afraid to try...
Past the normal means in which you search.....
Go over the wall you've built and try me....
Together, deeply and true, we can run together and then be truly free.

You do not know me.
How will you ever see the clear light?
In his messages?
When you dive from the High dive
and Into a Kiddie's swimming pool?
Passages and Channels on "Slot TV "
Channels....
Another "View"
A wild "stunt" of a sight.
Assumptions made
By assignments of "what" and "how"
A person is sorted
"Like" mail
We are like "socialists"
A "round" peg defined as a "square"
People turn their backs
Due to a hastily judged "out picture"
Damage done
Into the soul
Squeezed awkward and assorted non-matching "parts"
Tossed and Forgotten in Society's "Lost and Found"
Swimming Bowl.

Strength is taking in another breath.
Enduring countless tears.
Through the worst of it all and never playing dice with the reeper and losing to death.
It's cheering on your opponent when you lose a game to them.
Shaking hands and never submitting to revenge.
It is giving back to the community
Even when it is not money.
The talent I give to shine light on a failing world
To let them taste another's kindness like spoons of sweet honey.
It's having the patience to wait for better things to happen
Rather than jumping at the less of the light
Which shined for the wrong reasons.
Ending up turning your back on the truer tomorrows
And to your comrades, excepting to commit treason?
We all have hearts that beat...we are never alone.
Just a hello to a stranger and acceptance of the action that betters two instead of the one...
Well that makes a treat split for two dogs to enjoy a bone.

You might be of "a middle age"
You might have "Second Hand Clothes"
You Might not Have a fist full of fifties.

What makes you shine is above this...
You chose the right passage....

You didn't Force on Someone Some Religion
You didn't Ignore someone who was "******* their luck."
You didn't preach words, rather, you handed him a hand
and a lunch for a buck.

Big hearts don't have the need to look down on the still growing ones.
They don't need to look away from the hearts who were the older ones.
They shall stand with each other and walk.

Make changes to the world by living in harmony with one another.
Not wars to force them into beliefs or for wants or for greed.
We don't share pain, shoot down those who fly different then ourselves.
We were released from bonds
The bonds that were on our selfish prides
Trophies shared on  dusty shelves.

Mother Earth Shall Be Health and Happy
The days shall not end nor will be put to the end
By useless stereotypes, raging wars, and bored egoes of the large.

We are the true human bright hearts who want a new tomorrow..
By making today a sweet one from bright and giving light from inside us.
We are a new Earth.
People United together and who will not end...But Grow.