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.

United We Stand
Divided... We Have Fallen
Balance is the Key To a Better Way....
So why isn't the Balancing beam being set up....for a success and a brighter day?
A Volcano of lies
Lava Scolds the Truthful and the Innocent
Sitting on our hands
We merely die like lost sea creatures boiling on the sands..
Of life's Symbiont energies peacefully brimming with  healing purpose and fluid intelligence to heal our Misguided people from destruction..
The Oceans push their waters .. harder then harder
As the Gods of Fortune, Health, and Care..
Buddha's tears fill a great portion of the ocean.. devotion...
We must stop and bath in these waters..gifts of nature,,,
End the senseless ignorance and violence,,,
Becoming who we know we can be..
Gentle creatures over-flowing with gleaming gifts of solution and equal distribution of rights and softer tolerance.
Until the Volcano is put to sleep with truth's song...
Until the destruction of a great world comes...
At the rate and on the road on which we have traveled, wrongly, down...
The time until the Vengeance of our Angry and Devine Creator, upon us, his wrath shall be seen quickly and deeply strong.

Stuck in a jail cell

"Up and Adam"

You have to obey their rules

Or no basic freedoms. No garden of Eden.

No equality.

No excuses.

They own your space

You wonder why that matters

They suppress your dreams and passions

Yet flaunt the same to aid in their suppression.

Try the limited ways in which you can create or share your visions

Not one person seems to see or enjoy

artistic creations that you have worked with with limited resources to employ.

They wouldn't do this to Picasso
To: Aristotle


However, this is the future.

There you are

Beating all the odds

Your position stays the same

Communications in question

"Why must I always have a forgotten and unknown name?"

I grew up out of my "High School" clique years.
Here's a cheer to the adult which shouted,"Get up and BE A Man!"
From within my heart.... The strongest power of all...
Chased away my truest of fears.
"Will people except the real me?"
"Will I Succeed?"
"Do I Need to be alike those I seek audience from?"
Hide?
I did such. For a while.... until reality shocked me
out of which was stalling me on life's ladder due to my false pride.
Real friendships were made.
Real creative talent was discovered and was used for the true light in life..
A smile on the faces around me.
Shaking a firm and real hand.
Being "well put together" as a once drawn out and incomplete puzzle.
Never looking for the truest of pieces to complete the truest of beautiful views..
I lost out on time, true heartfelt connections to other ideal hearts, and in the shadows I would hide... Until, as when I needed it the most,
I was scared to the REAL Vision...Completing My Puzzle..
As I snapped out of my blindness which was my heavy and useless pride.

My dreams are a vacation that I often take.
No planes. Luggage, or schedules to keep.
Blessed are the astral planes I travel along with every destination that I stake.
A marker on beautiful scenes on a map in a world I carefully create.
The people I know in my life are always there to meet me...
As my soul whisks them away with me.. On one adventure that is great..
For no boundries , no enemies, and no troubles are there.
In wonderland, Alice can chase me, the white hare.

Feeling waves of your soul across distant lands
Sending a "thoughtful" post card of blessings and light
Safe and warm wishes for others
I have nicknamed this world The Kindred Lands."
Tragedy may have brewed a longer-lasting storm
Together, in communication and in thought, we can last through
The brunt of the nasty winds that may come our way
Doesn't hold one another back from sending enlightened vibes
each other's way.

After I was knocked out and bloodied in the ring
I arose with all of my remaining strength
I stood my ground and made a final, fatal blow
I then heard the victory Bell Sing.
I might have been down
I never stay "out."
I fight for freedom, individuality, and respect.
I have had many challengers and I have always brought each
one down.
My strength from my heart is legendary.
Until I am a soul drifting from this body
I shall wear my Victor's crown.

She wears her hair long
Strands of brown silk and shiny beauty.
Big Brown eyes that shine like huge crystals
shine light to me just as a light and electricity
Victory in love
Means ,in the war to avoid love ,I'm the fallen
Soldier in a war to be the lone gunner
She knows the strategy of the game
and hard to get is her battle plan
To have me, as if in a football game,
she's the quarterback with the football
and I'm the chasing Front-runner.  
Wanting to hold my sweet Victoria close to me
and have her strength in spirit and intellect
to bolster my life's campaign, in unity of eternity
I am forever dedicated to the general of my army
To lead me to my heart's battle
to win over the lonely forces of darkness
not a defeat
but an artistic victory.
I'm only half of a whole without her soul growing into fusion with mine.
To grow ,together, in all of love's true meaning and power.
I hand her,distantly, a kiss and wish to find the way to send her a dozen red rose flowers.
If only she'd open her mind to me after a battle field mishap
An innocent judgement.....her Partner in arms
In love's war victory
To open to me and understand my pain of guilt of the fumble of the ball
In a moment where I broke trust and aided the dark side to a brighter history.
Sense my yearning for your wisdom, strength, and strong heart's rhythm needed to place a beat to love's song
which I've longed to finish such a beautiful and bright song which  I've been writing,for so long,unfinished, waiting for the right one
Victoria is the finished part of my Epic Sonate
An opera to finish, with her heart melted into mine.
One song I've wished to complete for so long.
I try and think to another heart for inspiration
"Get to know me past my misguided moments, sweet Victoria.."
"For I'll prove myself beyond my strongest gift..
Inside of a heart you'll find that's an irreplaceable gem...
Trust, again, and take me into your light..
For us to enjoy family and love, eternally, in The Magic of Love's Bond and Formation.."
Of a life past our living bodies..Our souls shall be bonded, forever.
Marking the victory past a setback
Creating a new spirit from two souls fused to one.
Shining light on all those who are fighting for love...
To see two, so right for each other, fight to have the Ballard of Love's Opera, the fight to Eternity's road, to our fusion,
those lovers fighting to be forever.....This battle they shall see we have won.

I was caught off guard. A chance opportunity to show a new side
Here I sit, messed around and unlike the rest.
My clothes mention "poor and misguided.."
My Solidarity within the "Mingling Masses"
I fear I don't belong.
I hate the way I have been forced, by situation, to become.
I am a caterpillar sleeping in his sack
waiting for his metamorphosis into a beautiful butterfly
I smile , in hope, as this moment does not define "Forever"
It's a path, made by a messed up road sign, that drew me closer to this living of a lie.
Other people are dressed in their best.
Including their masks that they wear.
I observe and understand....I am a new creation
A new model of Human Heart
Who never hides what or who he is
A new personality and Character Variation.
I might be a soar sight for your eyes, as for this moment.
In the future, I shall shine in those eyes...
I shall seize the moment and earn a new movement
Of looking at others through open and clear eyes
As he looks up at nature's beauty
In the beautiful and blue skies.
The vines come with the roses of beauty.
It takes a strong caretaker to keep up with such
As far as what he see's on the flower's outside.
Thorns poke his fingers...
They are the brutal side effects of what seems to be perfection
can be another's destruction.
Looks are a view. Heart is a soul and character is a state of mind.
We are all Humans and carry portions of these roses which
fail to blossom at first
we get cut by more thorns than smell the beauty
However, life is the vine. Giving the nourishment to a soul dry and desperate with thirst.
The drink is seeing the true ways in which what defines truer beauty.
The heart, the soul, and the personality that paints a beautiful portrait.
It is what defines true Humanity.

Starving inside and out
The murderous evil actors
Laugh as they love to see their
Vines of cutting thorns of death start to sprout
People watch you drown and simple leave you there
To battle death's quicksand
By accepting selfish care
By using the thorny vines to climb out
As blood and tears trail from your eyes and body
The cost of not drowning
Was to accept their shallow and controlling roles
As the fire turns to ice in my heart
Their hunger for my defeat
Feeds these vultures who dine on weak souls.
Now that I may stand on solid ground
My bleeding and weak body is soon to collapse
Falling to the ground

My soul departs from my body
This ghost is a drifter
Who is now free from their thorny vines
I'm a drifting lost soul
A gypsy life
Where at least my spirit is unbound

Sickness passed through the land of souls.
Razor strikes of blades cutting the once flourishing artistic minds down to a skeleton
An unfair ritual flashed to action by the Reaper as he was demanding payment for such beings to cross his bridge.
A hefty toll.
Such prices were paid as the best fell and the rising were starving as they sank in despairs quicksands.
However weakened by this nasty storm
Many more artistic, brave, and caring souls rose up and challenged this "troll" on his bridge..
Clashing swords and knocking down the sentry
These, us, brave warriors won passage and to the brighter and more flourishing of futures and days
Over and through this bridge
We earned our entry
We are an army
Bound together in common grounds
Fused together by our hot welds of heart
Open eyes to the other and more hopeful grasses with a sun blasting on the other side
Of this blackened grounds of current despair and grounds of thorns of hopelessness
We waged a fight, onward, and creating an energy that created a force to carry all through to a land of true self and Thankfulness.
Grabbing the hands as those who were sinking
Dying due to letting go to doubt
We lifted them up
Through the lights that warmed them through our hot and kind vibrant glowing souls of truth and hope...
We are now on such grounds of bright futures and well earned peaceful and relaxing areas
as we watched the Grim Reaper Sink in his own words of vile disease and hateful *****
As he grabbed for leverage to pull himself free to finish what he had started
However, due to the evil that he stands for, no one bothered to through him a survival rope

Do I type a "Hello?"
Shall l Click a "Like?"
Shall I "pose in my best outfit,seductively, on my Bike?"
If I "typed you a message," could you "be social?"
Or...........
If you recognized me "outside the box"....Would you be the first....
To "throw the rocks?"
"Critique what I say"..... "Weigh" the words on "screen..."
"Mimic" my "actions" on the "Youtube"
"Laughing" at "me" as I'm shoved to hurt on  "life's scene?"
"Bullied" to the point of...
"Numbness...."
"Anger........."
"Hate..........."
Or just "what are the actions, online," that "you think" that you need to "debate?"
"Enjoyment," " social expressions," " points of view," and "such..."
They are "freedom of speech"....as such, no one needs to "Break a leg"
and then have no one to "Hand them their crutch."

My heart beats a more brighter tune.
A light shines inside of my soul.
My ventures, to a new way on the seas of existence , have been lit.
Sails bursting with the higher winds of promise...
They breath life, newer energy, into my stride.
Walking down the  streets to the proper destinations,
I enjoy the travels.
Along the way, I see those who have bumped into me, and I smile.
I sit down.
My Anchor drops at the port of brighter  Conversation.
The lessons and wisdom  that I have been   freshly taught,  These lessons learned,  teach me better ways of working my ship.
These solutions, that  are the light in my mind, are writing a better map. Destinations to yet another stop.
In my travels.. in my life..
I  have freshly discovered, newer ways, in which to better improve, and to savour....my travels.  
Such revelations,  have hit me like a hammer.
The exchange of ideas.
Such are like precious  Gold.
Beautiful stories shared.
Defined as "Treasures."
They have made me richer,than any bank, in existence.


Shaking hands, as newly born family members,  we part ways.
Temporarily....
Until we meet again, or as these new "family members"" volunteer to add to my crew, we shall meet again.
As  My ship sails ,still,Onwardly...
Avoiding  icebergs of hopelessness.
Never sinking to the bottom, of Life's Seas,to The depths of Helplessness....
The sun still shines.
The sun sets.
As the moon shows his smile, I see even his white and bright light.
I smile back.
A captain at his wheel. At the Helm.
I am determined to venture the islands of new found treasures.
To add to my  life's wealth.
I earned my haul. A sailor with hs crew.

We sail together on a ship that we have  created , together.
Life is a rough sea.
We learn how to tame her.
We are all sailors who must learn to navigate waters less calm. To find a better route.
To these "ïslands of treasure."
Landing on such, when we set anchor, we explore the lands, and make our "rest stop."
We shall give and also  exchange,  such "treasures of experience."
The finest Gems, handed down to us from those "Villagers," that we have met along our voyages...
Now , with our steps walking, in paces ,together... at the same stride.
We pull anchor and set out for yet another island.
A  brighter map to lead us to  "äfter life's " destination, we read the routes; carefully.
Sailing onward until we reach such an end to our life's journey,
we enjoy songs and drinks of cheer.
As we sail, on a cruise ship made from  the hearts of my "family,"
which I have let into my soul, and I have so enjoyably  created.
Such travels start adding to my crew, of my life's ship.

I am waiting...
Patiently....
For a New Light....
For a newer Way..
Battling..For A Fresher and Brighter Beginning
A Tomorrow....
So, the questions remain....
Just where to start..
The right spot at the starting line...
When the gun sounds...
Will you be by my side when I start such a race?
To finish with me?
Or will you allow yourself to be left behind?
As a fresher start
Means a brighter way looker forward...
Never looking back....
Is there a person in my future...

To meet me as I win the race...
To a more successful me...
From where I am standing...
Here.

I am all alone with a disease that slowly eats the nerves right out of me.
Not one close friend truly treats this as "serious"
As actions speak louder if used for the good of me.
Warnings were given.
These people claimed to care.
If a dollar is needed they fail to show.
I suffer, in silence.
Now I'm the financial for unforegiven.
I'm a Human life.
Something has got to give
Outside of dollars, what part of me are you seeing?
Some claim I'm too nice.
That's not it at all.
When the extra help you give
Between us
Has built a wall

Up the mountains

Down the roads

We walk to find our way

To what and to when?

That is a question

I which our hearts ask us

Every day.

We fly when we need to be free

we ride the wagon

when we need companionship

Falling off with their push

We sail despairs seas

Upon our own exploration battleship

Wars waged due to misunderstanding

Fears

Watch all in our life fall

Ashes remain

We wash them away with our tears.

Wash it away.
Cleanse my soul
With the gentle rains fresh and new.
A newer form of a once repetitive way.
Tapped in a loop
In time
Rusting like steel...
Rotting away like a corpse...
A boat lost on the oceans....
Needing a fresh chance to Navigate
Open negotiations
Unlock once locked doors....
Shine upon a once darkened stance…
Lost gambling with the odds...
Do you believe what you see with a first glance?
Or do you investigate what you have just been introduced
too…a bright new opportunity…
Or a dark or sinister cover in an overpopulated city?
The way you look at such
Through the colored glasses that you have chosen to wear
can destroy you or the other...
You could even win from this chance...
A needed "element" that has been missing from your life…
Which you have needed OH too much.

Watch me as I fall

Hear my echoes

booming down the halls

I slipped

I shook

I fake

A Smile

Then I break

Watch me as I rise

Up from the fall

Rise

With me

As we fly

From the view of prying eyes

As we answer to destiny’s call.

#Watch me#inspiring#poetry#kappler

Waters of Visualizations flow through my soul
Slumbering, peacefully, winds of energies from afar
The call and whisk me away
To those astral planes allowing us to walk
and travel without tolls. without limitations.
As I touched your hands and I looked into your eyes
Your face appeared that it was not of this Earth
It was Human in looks and her beauty was quite breathtaking
She spoke in a language which seemed as if it were from ancient times.
Beautiful sounding words.
At first, my brain could not comprehend the messages that she was trying to convey to me
After holding her right hand, a glow, to my temple
A short while later...in talk and in understandings of each other
We had no limitations and were free.
She spoke of the lack of appreciation
For the gifts of being placed in a new and beautiful world
Underappreciating the intelligence that "our family" was given
However, it had not dared to even tap within the childlike entry into such logic and learning.
How she reached out to me as I had been one of the few who tried to reach above this limits in which our family had been proud to watch me frow and overstep
I realized then.. we were not of this Earth.
We were a race from beyond the stars and were, to the openness to see such, were unwilling.
After strolling for what appeared to be many hours
It, was indeed many years on our real planet, which she spoke the name of "Xinix"
"Remain off course and watch the downfall of your world and extended family through useless wars and power greed. Refuse to see our true native tongue..not in words..but in telekinetic Communual Speech of Connected Minds."
"Spread the word. You have the brain knowledge I shared and the willingness to see our second planet grow. We shall always be in touch. Even past the measurement of stars...Through our Living Souls...
I know, Xenopus (your Xinic Race Name. To slow down or stop this infinite, childlike  insanity...or be the rescued while those about you destroy their own existence."
"I'll be looking after you."
The winds threw me back into my "ordinary and Logical World.."
This time, I "knew such travels were not of a dream"
As looking at my chest in the mirror - I saw the glowing blue heart beating from inside of me...
My true Family crest of one who Shall Help Teach the world. To those who would be able to understand and listen.
So I might be able to save, much more of our family, to reach the joining of a peaceful and loving race, true blue.

Ohh how I long not to be the silent stranger

Nights left with no connections to contact

No transportation to travel

The weight of such destroys a broken back

Until such a soul yearns to be burried under gravel.

No phone calls

No visitors

No job to be filled with his skill

His work goes unnoticed

As só does his existence

With little to no team to work out of this quicksand

The future looks dark

he has no strong grounds on which to stand.

His head gets swept under

His sadness smothers him

He feels like his mother’s blunder.

What you want

Seems to be the thing you cannot need.

Emotions are just wasted energy

Strength comes from passion

Isn’t that the blood mixture in which we bleed?

Do you need my touch?

Do you need my heart?

Do you need my soul?

Wants are also needs to balance

The human life force energy toll

That takes away strength if one element

Is neglected

Or another is over consumed

Throwing off nature’s balance

The Human spirit falls to the tip

Of unbalanced scales

Of what is valued and what is undervalued

A crazy debate that rips out psychic

Down to blown up pieces and chips.

Deep blue skies line the plains of a hometown
A blanket of color draping the green and brown vegetation
on the planes of my dwelling.
The streets appear as long veins feeding the heart of the city
with travelers and businessmen that help to keep the vision alive.
The clouds in the sky form messages of promise
to this "Land of the Free.."
I take in a breath of fresh air and smile.
Red and white
Blue and starlit....
Our Flag rattles high in the days
As a beacon of light to welcome others to join "freedom."
The sounds of geese flocking in artistic formation depicts their story
Of travel and experience. Accomplishments.
A welcome of their voiced instructions to be safe in travel
embed a message of hope in my mind
As the huge ball of light, that is the sun, dips down into
a pocket of invisibility...as the moon smiles and exclaims
"Welcome to the Promise Lands of America."

The sounds of others laughter and happiness of companionship...
taunts into me
through the old hotel walls.
As my soul lies here dying and craving a light from dark and shadowed halls. The shadows that lurk...
That are my days spent, alone. You sit and desire not to join those "public" masses of "Break feast"
As to be the "ridicule and blame ,"  
visions from your damaged past, show up within messages ironically playing...the song entitled "defeat."
They are  like broken records in a "Plays" sounding card, indefinably left to play and to broadcast.
You have forgotten what it is like to be youthful.
As when you have tried to enter life's "diner...."
A person "lets out a leg to trip you........."
As laughter fills your despair's cup to full.
Walking out due to being shamed and to  have been the one chosen to be the "example," the knife that started to cut....so you avoid and  you stay out.
The horror of being shamed has battered your heart.
Your self lies their in the dark. No escaping those who chose to find a way to hound you..
you let yourself suffer and starve.
As you wish to avoid the "emotional cut.."
that the youthful" and the "rebellious" have started to carve..
You try to snap out of this "silent" "insanity...."
Yet, there is no hand of friendship that is free to help guide you....."to lift you back up"

As you slipped from your feet.
"Just don't take it to heart..."
They tell you this time and time again..
As those who taunt you are allowed to stir around and to stomp into your bravery...
"Fly Away"
"away, "you hurt again and again from even more defeat.
For rules of "society" are never equally sided by those elders that provided
Sunday masses or spiritual strength in meditation.
To the masses....
Sounds like "Hesitation..."
I wave on despair's taxi
"as I will not be needing a ride."
You scream for all to hear on this almost empty and barren city street.

I'm set to plan my rise in the same heart's "room"
I started to die and pay for in stride....
"No More!" like in the Pink Floyd Album :The Wall.."
The song "The Trial" blasts in your mind...
"At kast another one hit wonder..."
Plays on from the same sound stage
as that once over-played song "What does this sound like?"
"Patronage..."
You have now tipped the fresh musician that has refused to fall to their freshly written song, "rage."

What do you see?

Behind these bright crystal blue eyes

Do you even see my bright and warm soul?

My silent messages beaming into your psychic?

Can you hear the cries of my damaged inner child?

“WHY? WHY am I so easy to be Harmed?”

A magic trick of words

The illusion of what you consider what I need as care

From someone who I had held held so far above me

On their pedestals…..

Why must you spit upon me as I remain weak?

Anger creates a musical heart beat fast and rhythmic

The war drums of Treason

Against the Monster that you have become

Don’t run away in cowardliness

You earned this boxing match

Feel my battle scars?

Let me carve them into your soul…

So you can feel the acid of arguments and doubt

The fear and anger that you tried to push me

around and down through…

As I rise up and start to beat you, silly.

******* thrashings at your own game.

No.

I won’t complete this tempting revision of abuse and it’s corrupt

Circle of lost souls.

Just because you solicited fear, anxiety, and a wealth of what feelings and money that you have needed..

For you from me…

Does not mean I have to fund the payments.

Feel yourself  as your greedy soul starts to go bankrupt.

As I walk on still.

Far from you and your insanity.

I refuse to be less than what I am supposed to be.

Because of and the acts in which you are scared I might catch onto..

I Become stronger.

You shall be left in the cold

on your own

Lost in the deserts of your own neglected relations

with this beautiful soul

That you failed to treat in sane moments

However, you, like Stalin, created another identity

within yourself

that became the opposite of who had drawn me closer

You failed to snap out of your role

as an actor

Life is no play

Your curtain has been lowered.

I am the one applauding my true self

Wearing the shoes of strength as I never stopped walking

to my rightful promise lands

Some Will
Some Don't
Some Claim That They Don't Have A Choice
Just the fact that you are reading this tells the answer...
Now is time to use your "God Given" Voice.

What Makes a House A Home?

    The warmth of your presence

Other occupants in the void

Of one’s empty spaces…

No matter what the structure houses your fragile body.

Portions of you hang in photos, posters, and the furnishings

That you choose or “add too”

The uniqueness of a living area.

However..without people to share this warm living structure with..

Emptiness and the cold can never be corrected

Nor the feelings of “ghosts of the missing..”

What makes a house a home?

Open my door and stay a while.

Warmth passed when the flame was taken from light
The chills of quite hours
the beat that  is communication and song, in sound,  my heart..
it's the only voice  
around
that ever  speaks to me.
My breaths are  the only additional voices that I hear
That are  steady and bright

Blood flows through my veins
The draft of the fall weather flows from the cracks in the windows

These things are guaranteed and something you can depend on..
When everyone else seem to  be  way too important
over you
Pain remains in the heart....deep stains.

Another year  and another lost soul
The circle of People's Temporary Presence
Like the clock
It measures time until the end of the day.
A never ending repetitive way
like the spinning of the Earth
where one stays weak and quiet
Years take their toll.
Another fork in the road
leading to another sunny way.

You have no where to go.
If you had a way to get to them or go somewhere
Where would one go?
When the curtain of the act
when you arrive for your part in the play
is already at the end of the show.

Walking down highways
of travels life's souls...
Most you see are able to be together.
Like billboards they advertise their wonderful gift
of love
as you are the loner being advertised a product
One you never seem to have the resources to obtain.. such ..
in no matter of once thought of successful processes
taken
to acquire the needed assets.

The products fail to be affordable in stock or available on the selected love's store  shelves
in what means that are negotiable
for purchase from  the store's stock
or  negotiable for sale's ways.

Trust of the system
which love or friendship is disbursed
is questioned.
Limited quantities or lack of credit ..to obtain such
Beats your knee caps like the baseball bat of misery
Until you need a crutch.

You brave the storms and try again.
It is a demonstrator vehicle
Which you must return to love's dealership
after the timer on the sale's representative's clocks
Marks the end of short lived beloved travels
Walking, once again, nobody gives you the needed credit
because of the fights to survive or the constant
fights to prove you are the brighter one
From which you've travelled such roads and have been.
The way to earn the scores...
The fail to measure such....
As a one sided dice
Such never offers a game
to  ever have been a possible   win ...seen

The successful love economy brokers tell you how it is done
how you must do the steps to earn what you need
You sign the contract
However, the small type, at the bottom of the now signed pages
in the limitation section
and exceptions portion of such
Prevent you from obtaining the credit to earn that special someone.

Why must I feel this void?
Emptiness to fill with, questions?
On how or what to fill it with.
Maybe a new car or reaching Fame's status?
Get a Nobel Peace Prize and Solve the World's Dilemmas.
Even though I feel alone without a light to shine my pathway
Down the corridor to the right way to fill life's emptiness?
I see my achievements. I mark my calendar.
Maybe the end of this man's lifespan ,in length of times to come,
It isn't many calendars afar.
I feel numb to once exciting and fulfilled activities ..
The Lack of cheers, funds to spend for a more colorful life, or notoriety published for things I've created in my name..
To show in history books..?
To enjoy fruits of my toil and Labor..?
Much Needed Acknowledgement for a gift of artistic love to my community?
Could it be me feeling like a small ant in a huge colony called my "City?"
Eventually, I shall find my answers and my way. A little help from spectators couldn't hurt.
When romance is never and closer.
When long and quiet nights go on without my love's signal
noticed as I see her return my flirts?
I thirst for a bottle of excitement and a sweet pastry of romance to dine on, these frightful nights.
Finished with Chocolate Emmy Truffles and a glass of a family labeled milk?
Here I lie shaking with fright.
I know I'm simply longing for a more eventful existence within excitement's vine swung to a surprise ending...
to this life with success and a wedding ring?
A man old enough to research his life that has fallen ill with "wheretogoitis" cured by mature hands of a doctor, that is in me, to learn to reimagine himself and just be able, inside, to earn the drug, the curing chemical witch  such is Newermomentus Fastistique?

The sun peered out
Rays through my window pain
Warms my soul
Brings me back to life....a song cried out.
An artistic meaning  to enlighten my mind
A sweet melody to start my day off
Feeling warm and kind
A smile broke through a once dark frown
I felt alive and full of life
As whimsical as a clown.

When ‘cherished friends and relatives’ are within your presence..
They can smile, bless you, and laugh with you
at your corny jokes..
Compliment you on your looks and talented creations…
You fall for it every time.
Outside of your dwellings of hours in your
living space…
They gossip and they avoid letting others now that you even knew “that someone”
The signals work their way, slowly, to a heart
Choking on the smoke screens
That spell to his heart “what a morbid disgrace.”
Everyone has their “painted on perfections”
To hide crooked teeth, skin blemishes, and such “outer imperfections.”
Deep down. .Inside  their souls..
They are the ones who look at themselves and over-question
What and when they are to become..
The head of the “pack”
of “sought after sheep.”
Instead of the Black sheep
Always eating by himself
Alone in the far of forgotten pastures…
When the wolf comes to devour you…where will the outcast be?
Surviving past this horrid situation….
At least the wolf couldn’t catch and eat him
As he only knew too well that being in the spotlight
All of the time. Over working. Over sweating…
Leads to a temporary perfection and trend…
A sign inviting “the wolves of greed”
To an “easy to find buffet special..”
At the “café du’ Sensuale…”
Licking your blood of his saliva and blood stained chops.
He looks for the next sign..
Of those who flag him on..
Needing to be the light that always shines
The magazines printing your “perfection” in Tabloids
and fashion Magazines….”
These are his snacks, in between…
His meals

As he stalks the likes of you down…
The ones who are more imperfect than I….
the ones who “act” and who “never get the education…”
This is his delight…his favorite dish.
A mislead group….hand picked for their “shine..”
Soon, upon their souls, he shall then dine.

Dying inside, alone.
Unable to sleep.
As questions of "why?"
Eat my Soul's flesh to it's bones.
Older and more uglier.
Where have I gone?
In life?
Spinning my wheels, drowning.
In quicksands as I stare at the blade of a knife.
I fight my impulses to end the struggling of the soul's pain.
It seems as if I only get to talk at myself.
Nobody has stayed around me
Enough during these days
I have been fed up.
Enough to bleed.
My heart lies sick of being dusty on the shelf.
Always putting myself and my light on the "back burner"
in order to warm up some one else's left overs.
This ghost of the soul shall be all that will be left
After being this "invisible ghost"
Unsought after or summoned
I freeze to the cold of more time
In this "prison"
Locked up. Never to fore fill my potential.
Or to finish this "Bucket List."
The end of this misery needs to end
Before the end of my living visions.

I tried to say a , "Hello."
That wouldn't happen. A response.
Because I didn't fill your mold and be like Jello.
I was labeled as something dark.
When in fact I am someone quite Bright.
You jumped to avoid me.
I laughed with tears along the way.
Past you, the one who is mistaken.
You were hurt so many times..
I had to be the one which you had forsaken.
As kind as I tried to be
If I showed any affections
You slapped my emotions across the face.
You knocked my heart out of my chest...
As it hit the floor and shattered all over the place.
You convinced the others just how bad I was.
When in fact, assumption, was your only bad.
What would happen if you could have accepted me?
Maybe had someone better than the odd one you have had?
In the past..I was knocked to the floor. I got back up.
I still try to show love, just as much as ten, even after it all.
I show just as much brightness and love even more than before.

The blood runs through my veins
Past lives of those strong,however, passed on
I run through the fires waiving a flag
My purpose to rise above
Unreachable souls who charged that cost
I rain destruction on evil
that are weights  on those who are the evil and  weaker
leaves the hate that made those inferior
cut open and left messages in blood stains.
To rise up through my civil war
Above those who thought they were taller than I


Something I built up too
Through inner strengths

I am a bird on the wing and I start to soar.
To the freedom winds...

Above those higher levels who used to look down on me
here I fly
wild and free.

Chaos in the broken.
Fear is the controller.
I rise up to overtake it's ruler.
Curse you pain!
For you shall try, but never overtake me!
The proving grounds.
After a fall.
I shall push onward.
I earned the strength.
Let's see you land another attempt to try and take this unbroken will.
Now the fight is my ultimate thrill.

Lost in a snow storm
A blizzard icing away all of my warm dreams
Confusion exists
Rather than clear logic...
How can one coexist with others when I am  this deeply scared and sick?
A tornado of ideas
I seem to never be able to catch even one thought  to make ideas happen
Success never  sticks.
The spiral to my mental demise is crippling
Doctors seem to have no clue
As money is the answer I don't have
Skills to make things work
Are oh so  tiring and Glowing A Death Color of Blue.
Sadness reigns.
I can do nothing but sleep.
Dreaming of things I wish to have
I awaken to the same mental storms
Like "Jack The Ripper"
A slow murderer that still seems to creep.

I aged like wine and I earned my sweetness.
Yet, my label is older and torn... So wanting someone to sample my vintage is just a  plain politic mess.
Dates need cars, looks, and less "vintage of wines."
Heroes and artists must have a fancy wrapper before their beauty can be known.
Hopelessness fills those who are in the middle of going "nowhere."
This is a gentle wind I usher in not the seeds of a storm I've tried to have grown.
Too old to date, not talking "rob the cradle,"
I'm talking about discretion, youthfulness not yet seen in me, and to create my own family.
Mistakes are forgiven more to the youth than those a little Older.
Careers are cast to those who look, act, aged little, however, failed to do their parts.
In this world, ideals and values are important.
Weigh them wrong by just one once.....
One's world becomes a lot colder.
If one is told he has "title" to be less friends he can make, less chances given
"Since older dogs cannot learn newer tricks."
He is eaten away by emptiness and being weighed by those too morally tough to see the inner being.
The true inner soul starts to  die , slowly , as it is made sick.
Not. Everyone is who they appear to be.
Loyal, honest, caring, and more bright in my individual beliefs and strong morals I wish to have shown
Enjoying fun days and being a "band" instead of a lone street guitarist sounds more worth it to me.
Looks open doors, not hearts. Until they are known.
Just like treating  each bright opportunity with an individual nature in which to award it.....feels just and unblinded.
Questions, problem solving, and less judge mental shuns of this "vintage wine" is never a taste experience left free.
If the label said and looked the way you demanded, yet, unaged wine is bland and ****.
If there was no label, yet the taste was outstanding, wouldn't such a deep drink of such is worth the investment?
Got "out with the older" and in with the newer" does work fine most of the time.
If you were to say, like wine, "older means more tasteful, wise, and bolder" can fit your spot of social and career opportunities......
Just take a sip of my wine's vintage flavor...
To get another bottle, you would travel through many cities...

Snow is white.
Snow is Cold.
The perfect time to feel young even when you are old.
Playing in the soft,frozen flakes, dusting your jacket.
Sliding down hills.
Climbing up larger hills with your feet tied with  tennis rackets...
Nothing  to hold you back..
The energy of fun is the spark that puts weariness on the run.
It might be cold on the outside and you are warm on the inside.
After a quick warm drink....you never are to be held up inside.
For in this "winter wonderland."
You smile and you throw snow *****.
After all, this is your "amazement-fun-park land."
Nothing can hold you back,from your imagination,you are King.
Breaking out from within your household walls.
As King, you rule the cold outside.
Well protected within your self created fortress,
Which you have since erected  in snow built halls.

Lands grow colder as the season changes
Fog lays over our cities like a blanket of light fabric cloth.

Shaking to the rush of cold air as I smile and  I chill
To the beginning of a new chapter being written in my life's pages..

Winter is rest time for all of the animals around us
Survival time for us Humans as we work for a better life.

The ice strands dangling from the buildings around me
Add design to the theme which Mother Nature Calls "Chilled Life."

Winds freeze not only those up and about
It freezes the waters and preserves the plants in their
"Preserved  life  poses"
Mother Nature's  joyful and cold winter message
That cuts through the land  
Like a sharp and long Carving Knife.
.

Ye winter air is so cold and crisp.
Such invites shivers upon my lips.
Wearing the suit of armor to wage battle against Jack Frost
A melodic song "One Moment In Time"
Is Ushered into the moment by Miss Whitney
As we walk in memories
Proud that the loss of sun tans and the Summer Sun
was the only cost
To the change of scenes
In this Play of Life
Shivers up and down my cold spine.
My limbs involuntarily shiver the movement to Winter's act
Like such of a French Mime.
To narrate the Mid-Western Atmosphere
that works in the spirit of the Holidays
Such temporary cheer and jolly
are never here to stay.
One might only count the dollars and cents until the Christmas Lights
or The Monera Flames.
In my spiritual Nurturing
That this season of Jack Frost and The Legends of Santa Bring to me
Last all year long...For others to see.
Now , as this poem comes to a closure.
A wink and a smile to you
As excitement for the holidays is contained
while I keep my composure.
A picture in your head of great blessings and cheer
is what I long for in a world troubled and living in fear.
Be kind for this short time span. What does it hurt?
To greet Lady Luck and Liberty's Kindness with a flirt?

I look outside the windows and wish to be more free to see the world.
To show gratefulness  for freedom beyond my limitations
So I wish to give back to the world.
Roads to travel
New Cities to see.
New people to sing and share gifts with
Or simply get to know
My limitations have showered me with physical pain and the lack of a truer independence.
If I had the means and generosity for help to get me started
I'd return after my trip and share some deep gratitude.
My illness is not one to shut me up or treat me like a child.
It needs better understanding
Better research
So others stricken can achieve "true wishes granted"
So deeply well

The nights are when I think of you
How to reach you.
Shine the light from me to you.
What do I wish? But to hold you in my arms.
Stroking, gently, my fingers through your golden hair.
You are safe in my arms.
I shall never let you go.
Just reach out and great one who admires you from afar
As distance can be traveled as love is worth the effort.
As you gaze into my crystal, blue eyes
See past my defects
For my magic shall warm you
As my soul yearns and bonds for yours.
As we meet and finally allow passion, care, and fear to melt away....
The worries of the world melt as do each other.
For with you, I can brace any storm.

The clock rings the alarm
"Time to awaken....Why?"
You try to work with every cold and isolated moment
You have no tears left to cry.
Social rafts to escape this island are non existent
No access to another to this forgotten inhabitant.
I'm invisible even with   a signal  flare
Even as strangers tell me.  "Don't   feel like it's the end."
I laugh inside
Like  the Joker
"You are not wearing my shoes?"
"Want to see me rot until I'm dead?"
Still, I work on my trades, by my own company.
Trying to understand their  "rules."
So, what does this "creator" invent when he runs out of tools?
No one wishes to visit you or your "Wonder Island."
You married a curse that is being the one left on the outside.
Now, "enjoy your fate's wedding band."

Words Can Grow

Pain or Beauty

Life and Death

Light or Darkness from below

Words can cut

Words Can Repair

Words cannot fill history

When One’s Presence was never there.

We only have so many years to exist

To achieve

To Grow and Reproduce

Words cannot Replace the actions

where you forced that one to ignore their futures

Only to fit into your schedules

as they depend upon you as a life line

Lines drawn as destructive forces intertwine

Two or more lives that need to bleed as one

to remain bonded as such in love and family

where is the Humanity?

When one family member is a picture of “missing”

on the side of a milk carton?

Did you go out to find the lost one?

Or were you too busy with the prizes that you are seeking to have won?

Words can replace actions

They can justify

They can Describe the instances beyond

how we carry on past the years and moments spent in vein

Can we grow again from where we have been?

Or will words fill the wounds

in life

where we damaged better futures

only to die, slowly, from the neglectful acts

to ourselves….

As we let our needs fall behind

Relics on shelves….

Words do define….

The moments where we won

what was rightful and divine.

Working hands
A passionate heart
New products and ideas brought to a vibrant start.
Hard labor
Money to perfect a love
For one's industry and product
Packaged neatly and lovingly with a bow.
Scars on the hands that mark their dedicated years
of seeing their market through
To the end and passed to the younger family
Lights the flame and melts away cold fears.
Fuels our economy
Solid markings for a brighter future
The hands of the handyman never rest
Until every tool has been worn down in their work vests.

Worlds Divided
The war of ideas and on Borders has hence started
How many must die?
Until their eyes clear of foggy and diseased ideals
that they fight and cease as the dead departed?
Life that could have been celebrated instead of insulted?
Provided other suffering lives gifts of ease of such?
Until their diseased and ignorant paths
Spoil the world like a disease
War as a vaccine
Against outdated Ruling Deals?
Pain and suffering are the side effects of this vaccine..
As the World's Generals debate on the true antidote
The smokes and bullets......the words of war....
Provocation...Debates.....Calming Additions of collective warnings...
Until the Medicine is developed right....
A solution can never be allowed to be seen
As we blow to the tides of agravation
Such medicines are scripts of war..
Made to  end such blind and diseased violent ideals
in ****** fights.

Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.

Yes. I'm Crazy.
I love it, as well.
Why would I wish to be normal?
I am a clown. Like the "Joker."
Insanity gets me the prize...
Beats the heck out of "formal."
so, am I hear? Alone?
Shivering..
Can you throw me a bone?!
No?
Well, I know I'm not alone.
Looker like a train wreck.
I just got
"fresh" out of an accident.
Here is the deal..
As I become overloaded
and I start to vent.
Echoes from insanity...
Bouncing of these walls...
At least he is lose..
Hanging like his *****.

I shed a tear

I held out my hand

After I  offered an apology.

I am a one man band

Who struggles

I wanted to explain my need for you to be in my life.

The loss of words cut into my soul like a knife.

Lack of communication cuts through my soul

Quiet hours create fear of never hearing your voice, once again.

Or the voices of others whom I miss.

Friends and others you truly started to deeply love.

I missed the right time and my right way to the chance.

I tripped over my two left feet as I tried to dance.