Life’s Miracles

life’s Miracles
Red,white, blue, and grey.
Colors I enjoy each and every day.
Smells of barbeque.. Smells of the trees.
Wonderful welcomes to my senses
Mother nature sends…
Breathing in fresh and crisp air.
I look up at the clouds…
I enjoy the clouds forming their art
In the billows of cotton and white which I’ve enjoyed there.
Dogs barking, children laughing, even the honk of a horn keeps a strong heartbeat in my chest as life , it’s beauty, as shown around me… Keeps up the excitement to venture through another day.
As the miracles in my life energize me.
I’m truly happy and free.

Change isn't just spare coins in one’s pocket

It is an energy for a being to grow… to expand.

Words from the mind placed into fluid motion

To direct and mend a heart left in frozen feet on the ladder to an unknown land.

Warmth gained  by one spirit longing for another to keep in energies’ light

Navigating life’s huge waters as we discover newer parts of uncharted oceans.

Waters that connect Human life in Symbiance

Waters that fuel the hunger to charter our vessel

to a new sought after brilliance.

Adding numbers to our flock of us Dolphins that swim

waywardly

with each other…in a unique bond.

We need one another in heart and soul

So let the energy of change  be a light that can never be dimmed…

Forever becoming more than what’s in the “now” or limited in the questions of limitless “Hows.”

The dive into the oceans of the “new”  should be one’s first move

Past fears of the unknown moments ahead

You are never alone

As we swim, here together, in Life’s oceans.

Here it goes.....
In another "Blow"
I laugh and take it all in
"Stride.."
That walk of walks...
That shows true "Pride"
I never "Hide..."
Here we go..
the powering up to "let it all go"
as I strut down the lane..
To show, from inside of me, the light to release
To light up the world...
In another "glow."

Listen to my voice
Echoing in the background
Can't you hear its message?
As you walk your common grounds?
Can you see where it is coming from?

A heart's signal which feels neglected
it is message is going forth, unheard
A telegraph of s.o.s sent from this Titanic
A sinking feeling from a heart sinking in quicksand…

Cannot save a light
That you fail to pick...
Through the crowds that are gathering in your city of life…
Are you listening to all who live there?
Are you aware?

Or shall they burn out through neglect...
Candles in the wind failing to resend....
A message that they have tried to direct to you...

Or are you Like Stalin
"The Man Of Steel" whose needs and understanding of the few
were built upon a soul on legs
which were unwilling to bend.

She was born from a spark called "The Little ******."
An Obsessed Organization of Science thought that they could tame her.
Wrong they were. The burns started to hurt.
The pockets of the public paying for answers
To lies of aa Mental Medicine Breakthrough
Which Lead All Who Created it to ashes and Dirt.
Her Dad tried to keep her safe, "His Little ******."
Forced apart by The Government for their bidding
Took a mother to her grave and a father to his ending.
Now she must finish what they had started.
A drug on test shelves. At a small town University.
No student wants this "Psyche-High"
Not even the heaviest in Druggie Sororities.
The smoke remains and the smell of fear.
She lights the match which is her mind.
"Little ******" has shown those "Evil Think Tanks"
How melted torture leads to an unbreakable spine which it did bind.
Together in a swift and blurred moment.
There she goes.
"The Little ******" goes to her future.
No more chasing....From those Who Thirst For Mental Warfare...
The twisted plot of creating  weapons of the mind...
Lies in ashes as she wipes tears from the force that came
from the same kind.
"I did it for you,Daddy." She exclaimed as The Rainbird Can never fly again.
She protects those who are haunted by genetic's and their unchosen paths....
By the "Bigger Minds" that brought the chemicals through the parent's veins.
Now the records are in vaults as the government seals it with
the blood of a fallen strain...
Of a new hu"man-kind...?"
That was the notion. Evolution Forced too quickly.
Now "The Little ******" shall force Them to Bide by her
terms and the heart from endearment of moments of the same kind.
Flashes Back to moments. Now smoking History.
"Little ******" has brought peace to all of the fallen Souls
Locked in her heart's memory.

Loneliness is a killer

It stalks you in the night

Bends your knees

Kills a once warm heart

In cold fright.

Running from the beast

Searching for a cure 

You swallow the medication 

Thinking this will end the pain for sure.

Your mind Sobers from the blur

You stand up

Heart pounding

Loving yourself

Death’s calling for the lovely beast

Has made its calling

Look But Don’t Touch
Pictures are claimed to be worth one thousand words

While words are merely spoken sounds from another’s mouth

They do not touch, nor prove anything but a spoken dream.

A view from another picture that never feels nor hears another’s screams

Human interaction and touch are needed more than “daydreams”

In moments of sadness or despair

or simply just needing someone to physically to be there

Why are pictures anything but memories and or dream?

If another in this photo, whom you desperately needed, cannot be there.

why must it be a provocation, from a photo, in which teardrops fall upon

and the empty space of their existence with you never is earned through a view

in any form of medium

To ease the pain of feeling like the lone gun who must sit in cold and empty airs

to never collect another’s feelings that equals out the emptiness by their net-worth

indescribable in moment weighed sums?

Look at how far I've come...
Down the pathway from despair
To become my true self.
I've flourished.
The road has been rough and it has been long.
I played my music, I've designed new art, I lit up the highways
For all to see
I'm everywhere.
In my arts, legends, and messages.
I love this.
To see others migrate and come together
To aid in this fight, win the wars, and be stronger, forever.
We need each other...More than ever.
Over debates and misunderstandings..
Drop the obsession with the "ill faded" ideals..
Bring forth your unique, beautiful, and personal
gifts of contribution...
That shall be total resolution.
Of the problems we face, whether national or personal.
We are a chain of souls.
As bonded to each link.
When one falls
The weaker we become and fall towards war's brink.
He smiles upon this, the dark master.
We rise up and dose out his flame.
Now, there is no one for our excuses in our souls to blame.
Look how far we have come.
Past the present casualties to newly built cities
Newfound allies whom we thought couldn't be...
They held out a hand and we grabbed it
Even past cemented and ill-placed stigmas and past tragedies.
As one big army, we fight despair's war.
We are to become victorious.
As together we are the power.
Let us unite and conquer and plant peace flowers.
It shall not belong, into the future, band together.
We shall be the most powerful force in the universe.
The ones who went past their limitations...
Look how far we shall go..
Into the future...
We are the new civilization.

Torn between two lands
Rich then over seas to become less.
He had more power than before
Over those who believed in him.
His oppressors tried to take him down
Now they have lost him without a trace
In a different land and with a different name.
Not one knows of his secret.
He misses a loyal island soils
However, being far less , "normal"
In another land makes this Latin man
Happier than ever in his life.

I fear my mind is ready to explode
I know that "I shouldn't try too hard"
However, running out of time turns one into a rabbit from a toad.
I want so badly just to see people have what they need. What I need.
The harder I try the harder I fall
The repeat of this insane process stops
When I shed a tear and merely hope to get through it all.
Others make getting through tough times of poverty and despair look so easy.
It isn't. Just Their act.
To avoid facing the truer facts...
I intend to make it.
I never feel sorry for myself and just , in despair's chair, sit.
Behind the scenes I work until I'm on my knees or someone else is gone.
I've got to be stronger.... I need to take a deep breath...
At least another moment has been successfully gotten through.....
Now all I need to do is find another "right way" in which to reach success.
It's times like these, when I truly need to struggle with you.

Lost in space

Unseen by many

He puts on his “mask of gold”

People fail to visit this “stranger”

He remains an ingma of soul

Left frozen in lonely snows -so cold.

Remains the frozen sculpture

Who once was a warm and bright man

Neglect and failure of communications

Has scarred him uncertainty of how to regain interaction.

“Houston…we have a problem”

Rocket man outstayed his welcome

On the moon.

An astronaut pushing himself to the limits.

He would ask the aliens. He needs directions back to Earth, soon.

As his supplies have ran out.

However, he never got to learn the neighbors language.

“Houston…”

Static has been his answer

As the Earth lost interest to contact

To see his trip home carried out.

“Mission Star Construct”

Was cheered when his mission was about to start.

Fresh and new.

All of the public wanted a blast off view.

Having to his own answers..will Star Buck

Survive?

The fall is his failure of hope’s light

The strength was knowing people would want him back.

How shall he know where to blast off and drive?

Conflict is the metorstorm

The questionable reasons

As to why Ground Control Lost Contact.

Was he merely a relic

Which undesired legends must

Drive with no light, crash or burn,

Or simply blast back torwards the earth

In a gambling style Yearn?

Love is a force that draws one to another
It is an energy that shines from our soul and draws in another.
Lust is never a clear message
Rather our hormones forcing us to rush
As our hearts fight to clear the tainted garble.. As ones mind becomes mislead, overheated, and draws the other we seek .to clear from us , As our minds turn to mush.
Losing such care to a  loss of our senses leads to emptiness.
What to fill the void with then becomes a need for more wisdom.
As the next heart we seek will be from our newly found tenderness.
We must grow as one with the one we seek.
Carefully plotted steps on life's ladder
To forever is what we truly need to seek.
Our looks are merely an advertisement for the occupancy of the hearts vacancy.
After we meet, at first glance, this moment paves the next way
Down true hearts path to love and family..such is the "forever-after" and keeps us two together every sunny day.

There is a supermarket of feelings
Beautiful buildings lined with bottles racked on shelves.
Marked with labels and brands of different feelings.
Samples are given in tiny cups.
They don't flavor the deep thirst that's inside the heart.
The heart checks out each label and their side effects.
Chances made.
Until the contents expires and becomes a bottle with a defect.
There are thousands of brands
Thousands of Feelings to choose from.
Each moment deserves a different taste.
Pick a bottle.
For the moment there is no time to waste.
There are many shoppers lining the isles.
How many different worlds they have come from.
They have fought to be here for a routine way
for the taste of a new feeling.
As they have become numb to their own unique flavors made like
backyard bootleggers.
The selection was worth the trip over the longest of miles.
The the drink you have chosen hits the heart.
Once the effects of such dissapppear
It's time to go back and pick another
at the unique Feelings Soda Bottle Shop.
Now, from another flask, we drink the numb down to a nill
Until the choice of a favorite flavor is found amusing the others.

I yearn to have your warm arms around my aching

cold body

I yearn for the taste of your sweet lips.

Holding, gently, on to your hips.

Listening to your pounding heart

I feel it’s beat

A sweet rythym

Looking into your deep crystal eyes

Running my fingers through your silky,long hair

I wish for our souls to be connected

Deeper, still, forever is not long.

Feeling your body against mine

Making steamy and meaningfully deep love

I can feel our souls start to intertwine

Even though we are of two different ages

Generations

We read the legend’s books

who knew how to love, unconditionally

and book marked their pages.

Feeling your hands rub the pain from my soul

I cuddle with you as you melt like ice

For our love is a power

That can be a very powerful and overwhelming device.

Love's arrow struck my body.
Not for a simple one person lover...
However, for the people who have crossed my path.
A kiss to my supporters  
Who think of me and send me the best of wishes....
You are my everything... the energy
which charges me
Energies that help my happiness recover.
Strength to become stronger
As I send back such gifts and regift those deserving
who never left my side.
Even though you are not physically or visually here
My psychic mind hears your calls
I respond to you and send warmth your way
energies to you to strengthen your stride.
Now Cupid might set his sets to help me win the heart of
a deserving lady..which I'd love to meet
However, those who stand tall in my army of friends
are the ones he hit me with the arrow of love with
That I shall always be connected with, in deep thought of,
until all of our Eternal ends.

I gave her my all.
Questions were all I had received
Instead of a heart full of adoration and devotion.
As mistrust and greed polluted my soul's ocean.
Once blind, as I slowly regained my sights,
I placed in some filters...the right ones...
Took off my dark sunglasses....
Now the true heart, in her actions, was far from
Love's Sun, it's warmth, and true fused and welded hearts, together, in devotion.
Trust is never questioning the flow of things.
Unless a sum of another's heart is over-taken.
The sound of coins and the look of a face is counted...
Than my eyes do not see love.
In true light....
They see greed, unfaithfulness, and selfish needs.
My heart cannot be confused with that...
Must I stay blind to have a "you" or someone who is more than that?
Who gives in charity.
True care and true want to be with this one....
Who is Human and imperfect.
Mistakes.
Anger.
Emotions.
Lack of money and Fame.
These portions added to the recipe to love's soup.
Cannot be consumed...Unless you wish to go blind.
Need some one for useless greed and false pride?
Build a structure that shall eventually fall...
To the weighted down structure "our heart;s structure"
That shall then crumble and fall?
Or shall we flush out these parts of the recipe in the toilet where hate needs to go.
Where greed needs to be flushed....
For true hearts never fuse without the sun rays of true care.
To nature the welds of the beams of the structures in both hearts...
To allow healing when things get heavy....
As true care and yearning which are the true components of this "Machine of love"
Construction of such, it can never be rushed.
Going with each moment is the true way...
In which to plan and construct this item.
That runs as an engine.
Providing power to our flame and nuclear power of the art of love.
If it's allowed to run efficiently
We can be forever
We can love eternally.
Never dying alone, drifting from each other
as we melt apart. The engine of the flame stops humming.
Do you wish to make mend to the stopped machine?
Or shall we both pick a tool, make this last,restart the engine..
Feeling the electricity of love zap our heart's love back to life.
The engine is running, again.
Now we shall be, true and forever, as we have made the effort, together.
To reconstruct and power the electricity that builds in each other's souls.
Hating our lives, forever.
Welding our heart, as one.
Together.
Forever.

It is hard to say "goodbye."
Sometimes it is hard to remain.
Sometimes words are hard to find on what to say.
Actions which help are often against all odds.
You stay,together, side by side.
Fighting, still, onward until you have no words only a knod.
Showing you understand.
Sometimes words are not needed.
Just a strong hold
Between you and the one you love.
The now strongest part of the two that fused into eternity in love's mold.

Magic Soldier

Locked up like a criminal

A recluse

A lone straggler

I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.

I am bankrupt inside

I am a magic man

See me thick skinned

Here is a broken man,,,

Strong enough to make his stand.

Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.

Losing my family

Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..

Respect is a luxury

Life is a school. A learning institution

I hardly taste this Caviar

I try and out run my history.

I have traveled with my baggage quite far

A damaged good

Inside and out

Beaten, *****, and emotionally controlled

Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.

Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and

Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..

I rose up like the Joker

I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”

Giving up the future

Half way to an elderly ward

He gets through the thick scenes

In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..

Words cut a man to his bone..

Stitch my heart with sutures

“Make due and mend.”

I am brave and sane

Even though it hurts to see others as one

and I am all alone..

Even when I was stuck in a corner

Drugged in a mental ward.

I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.

I became the spokesman for strength

Take my words, my hand, and Human value

I refuse to stay

I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.

Alone without his plan and potential forefilled

Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me

I manage a miracle and provide some skills

That set my pain free

Even on the wrong chemically induced life path

I dried up and learned

The right ways to be a friend

A rogue soldier

Strength like a tank’s armor..

Dreaming and fighting for the life

In which he has always yearned.

I shall never let myself end this life

Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..

without gaining what I deserve

After losing the battle

I’m winning the war

See him stand tall

A tall man matched with challenges

That never to his soul..do they rattle

Steady and viable

Due your worst

As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”

Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart

Through his chest..it Starts to burst.

I opened an email today. I was told of how I must look "Good" in order to be "Taken Seriously" or "If People wish to Even Take You At All."
Like David Copperfield, The Caged Tiger,  and The Joker.
Placed in "One Big Finale."  The "Entertainment" of this "Show" had started.
The Joker was not like all the rest. He became evil by being outcast,since youth, into adulthood; for scars that were not of his own  doing.
He decided to "Pay Back" The "Normals" in one big "Contest to Win The right To Live and Not for the Tiger to have your "Pretty Little Faces to Maw."
David Copperfield thought he could Escape and to "Save everyone's day" "From the scared up ugly which had made "His own choice to become Evil."
As the judges took their seats, the contest was about to begin.
A puff of smoke, some mirrored tricks, and a flashed destraction and David thought he was "Home Free."
Grabbing for the form in the clouds he thought was the "Joker," he grasped for the capture.
"Poor Magic Boy!" - The Joker sneered as he took his place at the start. To grab some finally deserved spot light and a chance to **** an "Animal with Color that isn't Very Hard to Use for David's Adventures."
Whipping at the beast and working in a wooden chair, finally the Tiger Spoke Out.
"Why must you Human's Use me as a prop? A
Defined Addition as People's Property?"
"Why So Serious? You've got your fame, as Magic Boy's Lackey!"
Swiping the Joker to the ground with one strong whip of his front left paw, he knocked out the Joker, but, he never killed him.
Busting out the door, running for the Jungle.
Words were understood as the "Prop Animal" ran for his freedom.
"What makes me different, Makes Me Strong. I survive not only because of my 'Animal Survival Instincts,' however, the faith and determination to fight for my rights  to be true to who and what I am and to be free."
"Free to  rule My Own Earned thrown in my Rule in my very own  Kingdom."

The needle skirts the medicine
Into the naive veins
of the overly trusting
The medical profession
does what THEY want.
The adverts flaunt
merely a fantasy
while the patient dies from miss care

The democrats cheer
as the sick die
and undeserving thrive
here is another chapter
another hefty and fraudulent bill
the poor die from the uncured chills
the rich idiots enjoy their kills.

My feelings change within the night like seasons
Boredom to excitement
then to bitter sadness
Who or what pill can end this utter madness?
Lost within my own thoughts
I waste away until a voice flashes the confusion away
the warmth of a smile and a "hello"
Makes for a saner way.
Can you tell the Shrink that the medication that I need
does not come with pills
but on a script for friendship and for love
that this man has needed
To ease the scary chills?

A shining star

Slowly Growing unstable

Due to the lack of energy.

Quiet hours and halls

The cobwebs aren't just in the attic

they are in the city

Where are the people?

They are all in another land.

Cyberspace or Shallow Pools

You walk about

Playing the part of the fool.

You do not have a map

to guide you to the right places

To bright and friendly new faces.

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

Lack of Judgement of those "Healing Kinds.."
A medical badge and a general's attitude.
Leaves the sick to drown in sorrow
From those intoxicated with power and bad attitudes.
They demand their payment or "Die at our feet."
Public, Hypothetical Oaths, and public serviceman
Forget why they had elected to be there.
As one questions their change of kindness
Into some form of non-human taste of spite
Many years later, they go insane from this "Flight."
A once respectable soul, taken by money's vultures, flying for the attack
On the patient from the disease of greed
and power lust
That disfigured him like "Gulim From Lord Of The Rings.."
"My Precious," as he scoops his wages up from the bank.
One begs for a middle ground, they are tossed out into the sea.
One more lost brain, licensed to heal, however damaging from blindness.
An insane person treating the insane.
In the end he shall be locked up tight.
Bankrupt in a straight jacket..The doctor is no more.
A victim of the system of medicine that lost it's way
He shall spend the rest of his retirement looking out a small
ward window.
A view of comfort for his last few days.

The bright messages from our history
Echoes in time from our ancestral souls
Words Spoken to invite us to show them
"Thanks.."
Even after the passing of time..
We have to take notice of this Fresh and New "Memorial Day.."
In history's books
Rare treasures remain.
Now it's time to write this new "History"
In our "Memory's" Books.

Memorial Remains
What particles of visual and the glory days
Left on this floppy disc inserted of the lost days
Here it loads
and such does the feelings in weird and wild ways.
Take it for what it is
a glory kept for the falling soldier and his remaining family
who has memory stored like a computer
however, the Human feeling part remains.
So define it as you wish.
These scraps of data, excuse me, "Memories.."
they still are celebrated and retold the best in the ways in which we can in "Life's Drama Part."
Now, as the audience remembers, this is the start.
Of what is left. Years later
As the brain strains
to recall the memories flashed from many years of missing and surviving after that one had fallen
So, to the next chapter to write of survival
Only the power of self-preservation is what constraints
from one to jump aboard
the Grim Reeper's Train.

Memorial Souls

The educators came and they go

The protectors of both State and Your Mind

Valiantly  and Selflessly they look far and wide

They never, ever spoil the show.

Their souls live forever…as so does their hearts

Their bodies pass away

Onward their legacies flourish

We have set asside Memorial Day.

In which to honor and celebrate their respected names..

Which paved the road to a brighter future

Demolishing the dark ones twisted and controlling ****** games.

I seem to be engulfed in an exciting conversation
Topics of sports, politics, creativity, and relation..
The partner and friend that I am enjoying this "flow with"
Is me,myself, I, and the situation of Seclusion.
Brainstorming my escape.
My partner draws in his ideas that are of worth
He is so smart
While the other conversationalist in this duo
Feels like jumping the gun, going on the flight, and leaving people cold and cruel.
I satisfy my urge to release my steam at my partner as he is only the reflection in my mirror.
He sees me so much more clearer
He never talks back or denies a chat
as we are one in the same
A brain hungry for another to plan, create,express,and debate with.
Exactly where to find the moment and place to find such an entity is quite narrow.
As I'm here, there, and I'm almost everywhere
where the right people seem not to be
So, until then, I love my conversational partner
He stimulates and entertains me.
I never feel alone
As me,myself, and I have a date to be and stay free.

The holidays
You've earned them.
A rest from work, school, or the grind of life.
A day to remember the miracle which we were given..
Loved ones, sweet memories, a brighter future, and then tomorrow.
From solo gigs on Christmas or New Years
To family get-tethers with family and friends..
It's moments that we make, such as these, that our feelings with never seem to end.

Merry Christmas
I send blessings to "all in the land."
You've worked hard and earned a "happy" and a "restful"
Holiday...
Celebrations with family, or even in rest from work or school by one's self..
It is memories, the futures, and the single moment in a day which we remember the miracle
in which we were given...

Merry Holidays

The music blasts through your head

All the stores and televisions rant about this

season long celebration to countdown to that one day.

Cold winds blow as you have a lack of connections

to stay social.

At least your heart still beats

Big and true

Something special.

No exchange of presents

No dinner with family and friends

Cold stares at a clock

Creative notions passes the quiet ways

past a sad moment

My will is strong

I hope the best for everyone

As this lone wolf travels about

Getting through days called “holidays”

to pass about and end.

Based on the movie, "Misery"
Here I've remained, within these walls, locked up tight.
Due to repayment of someone else's fraudulent history.
The "friend" to me that forces monetary collection from guilt
from my pockets
to his
based on his "suffering."
Based on mine, being weighed as "unworthy to be heard"
Here I  remain, dying  inside until such "debt is paid"
While the most so-called" admirable people" are able to get away with such
People like me are scolded and beaten to the ground
Since people like us are "not worth much."
People should all be weighed in
to be equal.
The shackles of slavery are never just
Even though one is convicted of a crime in which he had  never committed
It's the status of this person
in society
that always allow  such horrendous actions upon
to be permitted.

The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun.
Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one...

Who loved another
Expected nothing...gave all they had

Strength
Adoration...

The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads....

Closed minds fuse with blind rage
shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage.

As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath...

The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage
The heart beats back to life
Wounded flies from closed up cages.

Have you seen her? My mokingbird...
Us two hearts singing as one

Fused by truth
True harmonies....

Open the mind.......
Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."

Life is a tapestry
All white and empty when you start out in life.
What you fill such with
They are experiences  
That shall cut the patterns down
Paint dripping red from a painting knife
Like Harry Potter's wand
Magic pools out of your soul
In those colorful moments
Deemed "awkward " or "strange"
Such moves that are moments to be cherished
Can be re titled "gens"
In the title in life's roster pole.

A Stained soul
Endless moments of Pain Painting My Soul in Red and Brown
He endures the worst yet he never keeps a frown.
Ownward he pushes until he finds a solution to the end
of this massive black energy that wishes for at his knees he suould bend.
Rising his sword of strength from within his powerfully beating heart..
this true warrior that battles the darkness from within and all around him
Stabs the force in it's cold beating heart.
As this "moment" of pain's entity dies
Another rises.
He keeps one eye open as he sleeps
and battles still...
Until his victory song is song and the voices shout out in powerful cries.

This morning Franenstein looked into his mirror.
His heart beat gentle and kind
Yet his view scares the masses.
What's the matter? Why the tears and years of Regret?
Could a plastic surgeon rebuild his confidence?
Was it worth falling for the beauty if she was alike the others?
She'd never see your big heart.Just the shell.
A candy looks beautiful from the outside.
Yet the taste only lasts a second.
Will you grab your pitch forks and torches and run after me?
How would it hurt you to get to know the real me?
Or shall a bag of diamonds be in gain in order  in befriending me?
This "monster" has a gentle touch
However, tears drop on the mirror
as I gaze at the image that has prevented me from experiencing the warmth of people remaining beside me.

I am a seed.
Planted in the ground.
The winters around me prevent my leaves from sprouting to see the sun blazing all around.
Other plants expect me to be content with what I am.
"There's more than this to be found than what I am,now."
For in the Spring time. When all the clouds of others contempt
and assumption of what should make me content melts like the snows on the ground.
I shall sprout my leaves. I shall become a beautiful flower.
"Now look at what was once just what he was. Now with more color. To be allowed to show my true abilities. I have become more than I was. A flower. To dazzle and comfort, through my new found colors, all of those who view me from all around."

Hello Mr. Sun.
So we meet again.
The rain ran fast to the clear.
Since you have sent it on the run.

Hello colorful flowers and the carpets of grass.
What a warm welcome you've shared
when I relaxed....on fields of your soft mass.

Hello clouds so billowy and light.
How well you reflect the burning and bright sunlight.

Smiles of relief from stressful times are here.
Thanks to you, Mother Nature.
Your kind hands and gentle touch
are gifts that I value,Deeply.
True to that, a miracle, as such.

When we are born..we see a bright light
As we leave the womb and become a separate entity.
She helped to create and bring life into your fleshy body
A gift that shall be brought , from her to you, for all eternity.
She takes care of you when you are sick.
She cheers you on when you win a Baseball Little League Game
She holds you just to share her love and warmth
As such, respect shines upon her blessed name.
For Mothers are miracles
Never to be taken lightly
or to be ever forgotten past their souls leaving for eternity's palace.
For she breathed life into your well designed body...
After you and your father....
The energy of your soul
Cheers out once a year
The anniversary of the person who gave this world, you..the miracle...
She deserves a strong hug and deep and cheerful,grateful,and energy-powered cheers.

Mothers celebrated
Mothers gave us life.
They breathed into our lungs our first cry of existence.
Showers of praise to the years of giving that she has given us.
Such is Beauty. A sweet cake cut pieces from like a knife.
We owe to her respect
We honor her and mothers who have past
Through carrying on her legacy and messages
A magic energy forever cast.
As we celebrate on this day the honor that she deserves 
All year long
Blessed are we to have her in our lives and in our hearts
A sweet love who had brought us in the world and she protected and directed us.
Cheers to her, the sweet and beautiful lady, forever celebrated in our hearts.

She brought me into this world...a miracle...some many years ago.
Gazing at her photograph, I smile, as part of her, in me, glows.
More than my protector, my life's mentor, and punisher...
She gave me some of the talents I hold dear inside of my heart.
Gifts of magic that I inherited directly from her.

I close my eyes and return to when she was still with me.
Her voice... her laughs...... her beauty as it shone in my eyes.

She always taught me "where there is a will... there is a way"
"Seek your strengths and put aside your ego...see what shines.."
"For you are a unique addition to this world..." opening my lids..
Letting out some needed sighs..

I noticed that all these years....I was never alone. Her spirit has been with me.
Of the beautiful woman that helped to create the artistic marvel that is me.

This celebration rings on every year. To all the wonderful mothers standing proud beside their children.....

A "Toast of a Happy Mother's Day.." I raise my glass to all of you who work so hard to make successful sister and brothers.

The sun warms my once chilled body
Through pains of glass in a fast food pain glass window.
The activity of life is artistic scenes
rows of color
Fresh Smells of exhaust
The sounds of engines roaring
The chatter of the morning customers
The sweet laughed of children and grandfathers
My heart beats with pride
Simply seeing new visions of a day
Out and about
Alive and simply being a witness
to the activity of life
A visitor amongst the crowd
Feeling the summer days start from the night.
I feel truly alive and deeply spirited.

The Colors of purple, blue, green, and violet appear as the sun lowers in the distant horizon.
A big ball of energy and of light..... The Earth Spins
The sun exposes itself, to other parts of this beautiful planet, in which to warm them.
The moon is seen "simply" as "Magically "
appearing in the background.
"It must be my turn, once again, to shine and to  light the night-time Earth." (The Moon says to himself).
The grounds cool.....
People return from work to be with their loved ones.
They relax with one another to enjoy some much needed free time and such "simpler moments of splendor."

I am starting to wish to be like the sun.
Staying light to those I meet and traveling to warm, others, who come across my way.
Enjoying the same moments as They have learned to enjoy.
I used to be like the moon.
I used to wait for great things to happen.
Shining, only in one direction at one person and even moments,short livex..... wishing to enjoy or see them for any true extended periods..
Only limited times and "safe feeling-spirts."
I had never been warm, energetic, nor "light-filled"
As the darkness made me "The man in the moon..."
A smile on my face...No open eyes nor senses.
Staying my own distance...
in which  to protect my heart from damages.
It was me who needed to have the sun remind me of such..As I have been sunburned.
however,
the light and heat (of the friendly rays) warmed me up and gave me a more adequate light....
in which for my eyes to see.
Now, I feel more like him, "Mr. Sun."
I wish to keep warm, bright, moving, energy-filled and free.
Fueling the world around me, with more energy, and keeping the joy , of such, in my heart to stay.
Open eyed, more wiser, clearer minded, and a now happier soul..
A greater form of the one
(who was once unwilling to change to a brighter and  a "newer" me..)
A brighter person,now,  for the world to discover.....
I shall remain mentored an inspired by "Mr.Sun."
Like hum, as the night sets in,unafraid.....
As I rise and I set.

My mind is a muscle....
A muscle that  needs to be exercised, quite often.

Daily Intense Workouts Shall Strengthen this muscle.

Enlarging it....
Making it quite Powerful.......

Never allowing this important muscle to fall to the
Shrunken  Condition of "Weak and pitiful."

"jogging" down  the streets which are  the "books, of life's Experiences"
"pumping the irons" of the "Weight" that  "Problems Needing to Be Solved"
Push on the limits which this muscle can "pump"  and "endure"

I always "keep this muscle well toned"  Running quickly, holding tightly, and
Stretching Its limits of what my "muscle" can "hold."

I hold a smile on my facee As I  excercise my "mind"  to a stronger Future.

I walk through portions of my life’s memories

Like a curator in a Museum.

Dusting off those old memories that I once held fresh

Paintings and Sculptures defining my journey within life and its journeys.

Now they are old and less important exhibits

That I stumble upon

Doing clean up of my space - almost lost or forgotten

Sweet and Clear Flashes of Remembrance fill the moment

As I walk further down my mind’s museum halls

The empty spots

Along these spaces

Are the memories to be filled with your face and heart

A soul in which we shall share in the future…

Of friends and places I wish to visit…

As this late night watchman secures his stronghold of shows..

Emptiness fades with the visiting of such a place

holding the most important items

In his heart which is held in place by Love’s sutures.

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams
A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited
Turning on this little black box
Ice cream
And sweetness reign in
A heart
Stands strong.

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams

A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited

Turning on this little black box

Ice cream And sweetness reign in A heart
Stands strong.