“Romeo, where are you, Romeo”
\“Juliet, oh my fare Juliet, I have found you!”
I watch couples embrace and feel the after rush of air from their movement hit my  clothes.
As you wait to board a train.
“Where are you Regular Man? Where are you with you kind heart?”
“Here, my fine real lady, Here…by your side.”
You shut off the tv in your head and wish to return to reality.
Love , people say,  it will find you.( if the time is right)..
I glance at my watch.
““Don’t look too hard or you shall become tired and disappointed””
“”Only Fools Rush in.””
Well, this fool loves to be a funny fool.
A loyal fool.
A friend that is your fool.
I see my life as dairy creamer. I am half and half.
I can be smooth
I can be rich.
I can get spoiled.
“In love, there are risks. If the heart knows what it wants,”
I take mine off it’s leash to freely run and have me find him, my favorite pet, at the heals of “Miss Real”
Where eyes meet and a new form of tv show is created.
A true romantic “Comedy show.”

Except the closed circuit channel plays in your new found love’s mind and your own…. we become a true “Everyday Reality Show”
We act in love and love to act

On the “Heart Chaneel…End Transmission.”

My eyes are like window panes
In which one can view my most intimate parts of my soul.
As I speak..My face is merely a vessel...
That houses the bright scenes of my life and loving will.
To shout out clear truths and dreamscapes
A television view of scenes of a gentle and true
gentleman's life and life's toll....
A path forged to the moment that you view from your eyes into
my Window View...
Of the inner me that cries at for you.
Beautiful visions you shall find...as I look through
into your window panes...
I shall see the moments of truth and deeper inner sweetness
The strengths,weaknesses,and details
that light up the television screen
That is your hopefulness.
Engaged and locked into one another
the visual fields....
We get lost in yearning for the portions
of each other's shows that make up
the lost parts of life's television play...
As we greet,together,forever, every beautiful oncoming day.

I long for the feeling of excitement
Where I’m seen as a bright and artistic creator
A big and warm heart too big to be invisible
A feeling , over the materialistic, that produces power
Which is ,over this, much greater.
Even though I’m older than the one I seek
I am equal,inside, to her youth.
A kind hand, to lift her up, in my energies of this white truth
I might not have the most grand of looks.
A glance of me, what is it that you see?
Look deeper.
Inside, I hold beauty UN-measurable by any shallow standard.
I see you beauty from your soul and inner self.
I’ve tried to reach you.
How do get you to see me? To feel safe in my presence? A energy absorbed,into you, when your eyes open and see I’m your soulmate in truth.
Many days I’ve waited for you. I’ve waited still.
Acid rain of bitter emptiness from the vacant spot where ,by my side,I need for you to stand
Is preserved there. Until you enter and hold this place,by my side, through true living will.
Here my call.
See my messages to you in my poems and paintings.
My face is handsome, even not the most noticed in the contest of vanity.
I may not be eligible due to the level of your fame.
Life and eternity are not rules forever to govern your will.
Run to the one who is the outside unknown.
For he shall be your protector, supportive heart, and loyal partner in your eternity.
Who calls your name every where he roams.
We need each other
Forget what you have been brought up to know of people alike me in the shadows.
You shall never find this prince and matrimonial perfection
Unless you break past the walls that are safe reflections of avoidance of the unknown.
Bust through the walls that keep you reliance on the small prudent crowds​ in which you blindly over rely .
Once you run out of your prison, have both worlds of Fame and the unknown in which you join
I shall forever stay by your side. A true destiny. Soulmate merging,with you as one.
We share become even bigger than the others in your group.
We are the permanent​ flames of energy that no one can ever underestimate

My life seems to be looked at by those closest to me
Like their corporation
My assets are their assets.
I have to "do as I am asked from. Eat and Plan Vacations as they want me to.
I see people, who try and help by action, as a board of Higher Legislation
I am living a job without a say in fear of no friendship, this employment
Go through termination.
I have had been outvoted many times
to what I request.
Freedom to socialize with others openly
Requests of Transportation
And Groceries
Basic Feelings of Feeling Suffocated
"They are unfounded and untrue. You will think and Live Your Days As we have instructed. Or be terminated.
Lose our help..Have no family.
See who else who would help you or even be near you?"
A deeply hurting link to powers of acting like a "Company"
Just to have help...There are hefty interest charges.
In spirit and in Pocketbook.
I try to communicate
Even to those who, on the outside looking in, can and would help..
If the chose me as worthy
To have a healthier and Free Existence
If I could only fit the criteria
Just once.
For others to see why granting me open heart and choice in my life as I serve
to be a loyal friend as I live out my days in this invisible cage...
Just maybe my emotions, nutrition, career, and social progression
would be worth more than how they view "this weakling on Minimum wage."
It would help them and myself
Out of loyalty.
I always question escape.
For where does one fly to without Superman's Cape?

My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought as
in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always love me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.

My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought as
in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always love me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.

My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought as
in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always loved me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.

My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought us in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always love me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.

I see couples holding hand in hand walking by me on the street
Hollowness fills my heart as it responds in it's beat.
Thinking of the void, inside of me, that would feel like when it was filled
I admire the vision of adoration in the couple's eyes
as they kiss and greet each other.
I remember the future and all of it's mystery
I hope that's me, like the couple in view , that is in my future that greets me.
Daydreams ease the pain as I pass by them.
Visions of me and the one that shall hold my heart.
How to start the path to my goal is the trick to study.
A beautiful me and that beautiful lady to share love and adoration
in my vison that seems a little dark and cruddy.
I remember how my spirit does shine and then I don't feel so empty.
For a big heart and a grand and deeply true spirit
shall draw love to me.
When the moment draws to be ripe....I shall get hit by Cupid's dart.
Then, all my love songs that I've sung to summon her, it will be then when the right partner
who shall here it.

It is not always easy to express one's self
When his artistic creations are never placed in galleries
They are often forgotten of
Sitting there gathering dust on a storage shelf.
It seems as if ten more people are at the same task
As which you create with
Comparing their outcomes to your own
Your light of hope fails to light
Due to many missing you that must express
such visions
A dog starved to the bone.
Eyes meet the other exhibits
As your kiosk is primarily never sought for business
The confidence of challenge is there, however, it soon melts away
When all of the hard work which you have placed
in expressions for the world to see
Fade to darkness like the "dark side of the moon"
As night simply ends the days.
Questions remain about what you are truly "gifted"
at or "ahead" of other game pieces on the board game of life.
When so many are inventive such as you
One too many is a crowd.
You pull down a fake smile. A fake shrowd.
Now the net is neutral
Damaging my once vibrant flow
As my hands are now tied to how I can grow
The rules of the game are now many and harder to get around
Like a roadblock in your sight of your future
The air begins to become too thin and your mind weighs heavy
As the cut in your creative inventiveness
Bleeds too heavy and needs a "miraculous" suture.
Needing others on my team
Every time  I seek out such
I'm the "driver x" at the "speed races"
and the "forced gun" to bear uninspiring
and lonely expressive paces.
Is their justice to the laws limiting one's freedom of expression
just to protect those in the "top few?"
When the own half of the platform on which you try and "compete"
However, you are too small to be seen as "you."

Never stop
Your dreams from flowing.
The energies are deep and strong
Within you....Let them flow long.
Through the mental storms and emotional murders of dreams
Flick them off your shoulders
Carry ON
Success is guaranteed.
So never run away from the demons roaring forward like
Boulders
From Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Like Hercules, fight back, and you shall overwhelm the forces that are defined as "gloom."
Mental illness is not a defect or just and Illness
It makes us stronger
We hold true character
To smile at our tribute that other's shall celebrate our legacy
We never stopped
We inspired
This shall be an Immortal Controversy.
We are the diversity.
The ones who think "outside the box"
We invent, create, motivate, and relate
We save those who give up and stop.
We lift them up.
They walk beside us.
All those closed minds and haters die out
Returning to ashes to ashes...
Sinking into the oceans.
As their souls caught within the waves
Are reminded of their rewards
As their waves stop at the crashing at the shore's rocks.

Never too comforted
Signs the changes of times
The clock signals
"musical Chairs"
For those who are on the clock's list of ones "confronted."
A part of this "great machine"
the whistle of the Factory marks the start
of the end of the old "rhythm"
Collides with the flow of "adjustment"
to the Era's last Mark
to the "Comfort" calendar Back to the
"scheduled news" flashing the once "in pace soul"
Back to another "tired pace start."
Might we call this rat race dinner title
"Future's Salad Al a Carte?"

People hold a magic of their own.
Unaware of such, their gifts go on, unused.
There are ways we travel as we dream at night.
Astral planes and magical realms in which our minds
separate from our bodies and fly like Peter Pan.
Our minds hold a magic to communicate. Without saying a certain word.
We can feel what others are feeling.Send our feelings for others to feel.
All of this might seem impossible to you. Open up your mind
and give this magic a try. It shall become all so real.
Scenes appear, in this magic, before they have happened to alert us of an opportunity to stop a tragedy before it happens.
To see an event after it happens...as a view like such of a television set,
it reveals the past and clears the mystery around the unsolved.
Look into your heart and mind. Open up your third eye and see this new magic that is now, with you ,a magically fused gift set.

I looked up at the stars
A vision came to me
Of a far off place
Millions of Light Years from where we are.
We do not need a space craft to travel there.
Just our minds, an openness to the unusual that is beauty,
and a calling to add beauty from another world...to our own..
Such is our duty.
Travel with me through the spaces to the stars...
To the golden temples of the place to a more beautiful existence
Far from what our bodies claim....
To be able to be explored, adored, and brilliant colored
By an open spirit
Spirits such as you and me...
Flying high above the heavens to the promise lands...
Here we swiftly take to flight....
You and I ...
Hand in Hand.

The year's clock finally ran out.
We made it through struggles...
Fought some of the most grueling wars..
Earned numerous victories...
Here's what New Year's renewal clock is all about.
Pain in the heart..
Agony in our bones...
Diseases that we have fought to eradicate..
Fighting with Selfless Charity and Self Support
We braved the waves of another year in life.
We cheer and shout, for yet another refreshed and clean Slate,
as we Stay past the Midnight Deadline...
Cheers to us, who never gave in or up, who stayed strong and proud..
we stand, together, united and true, bonded true and forever..
Singing,forever, the unity
Souls start to intertwine.

Year after the year things never change.
Family members die or leave.
Connections Break.
Until one moment arrives to break the chains.
Memories over-run your mind.
Sick of being sick you redefine your resolution.
New Lands? New People? Simply Traveling?
Maybe all of the above can keep your pieces together
and becomes the better solution.
You've spun your wheels. At least you've watch them go round and round.
Now, hungry for action. You will travel until such a "non-repetitive way"
may be put in place...you shall be found.
Remaining invisable...even by friends. The hurt remains that no word can heal..
The pain inside after no action was taken..
To comfort and enjoy time with you.
After all the effort you placed into them......
Friends beg you not to leave....
But in the end.You are the one who feels forsaken.
You promise yourself "no more breaking" "No more Nonsense."
So it appears you must break or jump over
the objects and subjects  that have kept you in a trapped and suffocating fence.
An area you refuse to stay in and simply be wrote off as "all talk."
Your newest plan will be in "motion." and the ending shall be ideas and a simplistic "notion."
Next stop- the ocean?

Out rose the Sun and Out went the Darkness.

Heating the morning moisture off of the surroundings.

Heating up the cold which was brought fourth by the Night.

Sun rays awoke me as they warmed my tired and cold body.

The sight of which charged my batteries and warmed my soul.

The days bring forth a new frontier.

A newer time in which to try new things.

A fresh time in which old tricks are tried in a newer way.

Workers zip to and from their shops to start their workdays.

Students Arise with Breakfast to Start a newer day of school.

The daytime heals wounds through the warmth of the sun.

Refreshing the spirit and mind through fresh and warm winds.

Bringing forth  moments.... that reset days to a newer opportunity.

Days enlighten me and inspire me through the breathtaking scene of a sun rise.

The warm winds wake and refresh me to a more wakeful state of mind.

Days remind me of a new chance in which to make a difference in mine, and others people's   lives.

The Nighttime chills down the land and darkens out the bright sunlight to signal the time for sleep and more relaxed feelings.


The stars mark their boundaries , above us, in their positions in the vast area of space.

To entertain and provide us with a message from their constellations.

The Moon shines it's pale white light to light our way down darkened ways. As the surface of it shares a "Man in the moon" and "The Sea of Tranquility."

Creating a beacon to summon all nocturnal animals out of their daytime slumbering.

Balance is between night and day.

One cannot exist without the other.

In symbiance, they share portions of the days with each other.

Welcoming unique and wonderful nature activities.

Balancing energies that feed us with much needed elements that fuel the body and strengthen the mind.

As the Man in the Moon says "Hello" to brother "Sunshine....."
both exchange their duties and rest until their next day on the job.

My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong


Signaling waves of physical feeling, warmth of a beating heart felt, and ****** moves exchanged.


Though miles apart, we are physically and in soul, together.Real.


Our blood flows through our veins and we appear to each other as our bodies sweat and touch is fused and cannot be changed.


The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real


Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near


we fuse together.


Real love and the desire for one another satisfied


as the remote seduction pleasurably brings our bodies to wet and desired ******


Forever.


We long for our lives to become just as fused as our psychic bodies..


we know the attraction is here…


we both ****** under a huge yellow moon….


as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love


between two people from two far away places


Sweat draws full and near…


Our hearts begin to swoon….


as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another


in pure exotic form..


we are now physically and soulfully an art-form alike no other..


The ritual of the senses is a fire that rages on..


Until we return to our originating soul’s taken up places….


We know we never need to feel alone or deep in separation from our bodies..souls…and love..


For we can fly, at will, remotely to greet one another as our eyes


lock


as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.

My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong

Signaling waves of physical feeling, warmth of a beating heart felt, and ****** moves exchanged.

Though miles apart, we are physically and in soul, together.Real.

Our blood flows through our veins and we appear to each other as our bodies sweat and touch is fused and cannot be changed.

The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real

Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near

we fuse together.

Real love and the desire for one another satisfied

as the remote seduction pleasurably brings our bodies to wet and desired ******

Forever.

We long for our lives to become just as fused as our psychic bodies..

we know the attraction is here…

we both ****** under a huge yellow moon….

as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love

between two people from two far away places

Sweat draws full and near…

Our hearts begin to swoon….

as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another

in pure exotic form..

we are now physically and soulfully an art-form alike no other..

The ritual of the senses is a fire that rages on..

Until we return to our originating soul’s taken up places….

We know we never need to feel alone or deep in separation from our bodies..souls…and love..

For we can fly, at will, remotely to greet one another as our eyes

lock

as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.

She entered my life ... an angel
A gifted and troubled spirit... us two
We banned together..Nikki and I grew.
Her words of poetry spoke to my heart.
As I had made my written story ... come alive...
I received a message from a lover from a news article...
A brilliant voice ended Nikki's beautiful start...
Her spirit still speaks to me
Even after all these years
She was so brave and powerful..
Until Madness took command..
It won the demise of a beautiful hand
She was sent up to the gates of the gold that entered the promise lands
So I talk to her every dark time that this same cruel voice that speaks to me and ended her
She relights my way
I smash the monster away
Now I am the bright and fire lit author
That shines, on, through endless days.

He has endured a chronic pain
Both in his heart and in his worn-out soul
At least his heart beats
There is air in his lungs
He yearns to be more
Than a mannequin
wearing the uniform of the
"underprivileged American."
He might have handicaps
That people notice more than his soul
"To help the world and invent newer items of luxury and of life's ease"
Are the successes that he so desperately wants
If only the investors and people around him could see
Placing stock into a brilliant, but, limited soul
can bring them new collections of creation
to enjoy their own life and
make it through everyday tasks
with ease.

why does he remain so dark?
why can he not see the light?
"pssst....stay away from that, he'll pull you down."
"people like that want attention."
is this an amusement park?
is this too real to be anything but your sick entertainment?
this is a human..,,
cryin,,,
demanded from .. ,
spent.,,,,
like used nuclear fuel rods rotting in "forever's " containment.
i try to smile
when i do feel the sun
no medicine can ease the feelings of human absence
nor the weight of laughs as they say, "hello?"
expect my worst
for the best you have never tried to stay and "watch"
for this "act" is through entertaining
the parts so easily seen by eyes that are half closed.
i am a being...
suffering...
isn't my pain a tribute to us lost souls you neglect?
from your questions?
this is what a soul gets, "staining."

I look out my window

Sights of night life and glimmering lights…..

My mind starts to dream of oceans and a shadow.

Of the one who ventures quietly, still.

She is empowered by those who fill her with bright  strength

by signals projected  through their strong wills….

For her to stay strong.

Don’t back down.

She never thinks of such.. Despair never handed her it’s

thorny crown.

Through hard times and a broken back

Success is the outcome

Of the one who shares our messages

In music and in the artistic words

of voices that need to be heard

Since strength comes to those who empowers these messages.

In believing in the one who broke out in song, dance, acts of plenty.

Life is sort of a stage

Where one earns their right to be viewed as an award

to honor those she speaks for to shine the light to

those lost to and never shared in the book of history’s

pages.

I've learned to be gentle
Instead of following the Brutish and Rough
In this life.
It can be be dark and tough.
Now it is sunny because of my choice “Not to.....”
Become what they are, to me......
A warn out and beat up shoe.

An uphill battle
You have carried the weight of it
On your tired back

Onward you battled
Over and Over
Near a calapse
You gain Will's blast of energy
To make the greatest come back.
Now the opposers fall
This harsh moment
there was a lesson.
Some tears of success.
Also, a greaat memory.

As I write this, my heart has been crying inside.
I would love to see the people I care for Talk with me...
Not down to me. Like an adult with the brain of a child inside.

I have made mistakes
They have never been forgotten.

Through the reprimand of a friend as I lie on the bed depressed
Cuts my heart in two.  They devour the piece of my heart which they have  forcibly gotten.

My opinions are corrected....I am preached too as if my friend were an "all knowing Guru."

How can I feel free if I never am set lose in order to find myself?

I place myself last...I save everyone else,first.
If I fail, I have made another mistake
which is placed on their pride's shelf.

I have to talk,act, and be the way these friends declare that I should be
Or I'm not a friend, then, I am a selfish devil.

There is no freedom of speech for me nor understanding of feelings...
So the end to a poem as the last part of my bleeding heart
Which Dies a little more with a feeling of my "true nature"
Being mistaken as "EVIL."

Novocaine

I need some for the heart.

Novocaine rubbed to a worn out heart.

Easing the aches of hours of exercise

to prepare it for more length of emotional highway ahead.

Rough starts

Harsh Falls

Sweet Restarts

Turbulent Trials within Moments

Just like a cracked tooth, it can be a pain

Ease the length to the refreshment of healing time

Back to the point of strength and enlightenment

A numbing presence to ease hours of access feelings

which only deepen the strains.

If I were to die
Maybe there would be peace....
I don't think anyone around would even cry.
I failed in love
I failed in Career
What hurts the most is facing the fear
Of staying "locked in my cage.."
No one trying to get to know me.
Never understanding what makes me this way.
This disease.
Why don't you live in my life?
Would you have more wise words to say?
I'm at the end of my ropes. there, I said it.
I've tried so hard to see it other's ways.
In these alone and dark days
I dare not speak my feelings
I am older now... I've cried thousands of tears.
It didn't find a solution to my fears.
Maybe in my Death
Or
In My disappearance
People will get what they want
I will be at peace in a world full of cruel shallowness.

Nuclear Contempt

Up and down
Roller coasters of ideals
Most of these thoughts
The rich man steals.
Fires flame from the tinder of corruption
The cold waters of conformity
And regulations prevent anger’s volcano from hot eruption.
The heat dies down after showers of excuses
As the evidence is covered with cowards ashes.
To right a wrong
The history that lead to this moment
Must be rewritten
Reinforcing the good that shines from the bad
Without the courage of these new “change writers”
The world would burn
From flashes of nuclear contempt
From hatred of the contempt
No future can we have had.

Every four years
Countries Battle it out.
Comparing sports talents
As we watch them compete and we cheer.
Many countries are united
By a huge event marked by a flame
Such a huge honor to take part in
The Olympic Games

Hold me close.
Let me feel your breaths as you take every one.
Feeling your warm body to mine.
We are safe from the world.
We are locked in Astral Dreams, traveling alone.
Landscapes of plenty.
Not a worry and or a care.
We fly, high, together holding hands like
"Superman and Supergirl"
As we flash to romantic destinations....enjoying the sunsets and sunrises
Eyes locked together as our love's energies start to spike.
Warm and sweet kisses.
Gently caresses and true loving words.
Keeping one another safe and happy....is our number one goal.
As the feeling of victory, that we have won , together
Fuses our souls, as one, stronger internal flame, forever.

Immersed in deep and warm waters
In blissful, warm, and clear sparkling oceans
I swim to a relm of deeper awareness
Thoughts connecting radio waves from my mind...to another..excited emotions.
Two souls connected as one.
More powerful as one mind
Than as two separate minds thinking alone..
Electrified waves of deeper discovery
To the answers to the  complex problems that ate through to the bone.
A team
Fighting, together, to aid in the strength of our future.
Clairvoyance doubles security and the power of our intellects
To defeat those full of blind ignorance
Once at our weakest
A disease,to us, once infects
Us to a scared fever of delirium
Now the ones who were the disease
Through combined teaching
Are the cured ones.
Miles apart..however ,in mind, we are always together.
Connected as one
We defeat overwhelming odds
As one energy, forever.

Energies from one to another
are powerful and fluid
Just like a radio
They are used in the same manner
to share feelings and news
However noble
no one ever watches how the use
such a powerful force
that another hurts another
even through another
misunderstanding the voice over the air waves
until the designated listener is destroyed in silent craves
that some sick or some angered chose to use as a weapon
to silence another energy not quite as shady or
as of what form of disease that the announcer directs
their audiences at..
After such voices, from the announced message, are silenced
There goes another misunderstood energy and voice
over your "empathic radio receiver" which was people
never took time to weigh out the true power or reason of
makes the subject dedicated to from all of the announcer's
"sources and feeling"
Die in vein from treason.

Money talks

Truth walks

Green paints a new world

Blood red stains the profit

of pain unfurled

From those who seek its power

Above life

A sick patient

On the operating table

Gets the treatment

Suffocation in quicksands of poverty

You bleed to death

Inspiration appears to only belong to the wealthy and their benefits

Pain.
What is it for?
It teaches. It punishes. and it is a force to be listened to.
It can tear you  apart.. It can change you from wrong to right.
It will bring you to your knees in the night.
Pain is a message that is of many different forms.
Can you distinguish such from your norm?
Where is it coming from? What is causing it?
Better fight for a cure.
Or pain shall make a smart man into any idiot.

Pain

My heart felt it…

My heart pounded…

The sweats of a nightmare…

Splitting inside of my head.

A soul, that was trapped, it was now grounded.

Tears show.

They sign a message.

From her…to myself

A heart calls for her spirit.

Beyond life , itself..

The City of Love become under attack.
Forced fears in beloved Paris....
Tears of Pain brought through gunshots and some bloodshed.
What was the message that the gunman had to share?
To disrupt peaceful life as acted through a mind that had surely cracked?
Permanent words imprinted into those victims who were wounded and some are now dead.
Due to attention sought by a blood-thirsty trigger-man  
Disrupted Views by innocent eyes of those enjoying a star-filled night
As the violent ones carried on their plans to write a darker future...
For the "City Of Love"
Now tonight, hence carried the name; "City Of Cold Fright."
Blessings and warmth from around the globe are energizing those lost and who were forced to endure...
A part in their lives, which souls were forced to take cover and take flight in;  the reason for such remains unsure.
Why must we suffer or die to satisfy an evil need?
A Dark Hunger?
Or A Delusional mind believing they had a reason.....
To act on an urge to hurt a city of wonder in their treason?
We are united in remembering those lost and or scared.
In this night of horror and unneeded terror.
Heal your hearts...Dry Your Tears.......Feel Our Hearts Powerful Energies that shall see you through the journey you need to mend.
Justice will be found for you.
Violent voices shall be forever silenced and never be allowed to speak again...
As we are love united.
A troubled world to be changed by us strong women and men.

Patience is rough
Fear blocks the warm and soothing energies from such.
What we value or have been toiling hard to work torward what we weighed  as gold
We have a ways to go
We rush through the better paths
As we rush to have what we want so much
Now...not later
I set myself up for a fall
And failing to keep energies and
Moments in balance and my eye on the true picture of my prize..
Love,career,money,and success
Has already chosen me
If I stop to smell the roses
And wisely pace and use my time
My emotions
I shall earn this reward
Rightfully
And without the measuring
The time and o erwhelming steps to such
I'll have my goals to the prize
Sooner
I know what and whom in my life I seen
For the right reasons and passions
In which wisely enjoyed patience Nd labors
I'll have such things To possess

Passion's energies
You feel from the energies inside
Needful release of such
Needs slow release
Like a "slow cooker"
******* true to true attraction
Synergy.
Sharing your soul through the hot
movement of your body
Holding such "steamy elements," inside
You steam up and then start to explode
As the Crockpot has warned you to lift it's lid
Do not?
One shall not know true blissful enjoyment
of the experiences of sharing "a stranger's romance"
With that one which he deeply has a desire
For
Inside and out
Of the fashion and the **** little underpants.

One Moment....They Love you Like a Miracle
The Next Moment ...... Silence Reigns Over the Land
As they Vanish.... A frozen dagger in your chest like an Ice-cycle.
Feelings Ice Over.... Winter in Alice's Wonderland.

Where did we go? What happened to us?
No answers to the questions that eat away at our heart
Until it can no longer beat....... It is a worthless piece of metal with rust.

Tears wash the dry eyes that mark the nights we failed to sleep
Avoiding the storybook movies that play in our minds at night
Which are our Nightmares....... Blood pricked from
The Spinning Wheel... You Become the "sleeping Beauty..."
Baggage weighs one to their knees in fright.

Breaking the chains of dependency, I escaped "Heartbreak Hotel."
Now the vacancy is yours for a newer "tall tale"
for you to tell Yourself in the mirror... when nobody's home.
Even the dedicated fairies lost sight of hope in our desperate path
which we called "love."

Now that we are walking on two separate and much brightly lit paths
We escape despair's cages....
A beautiful flying and free White Winged Dove.

Pay for Light
Money for friendship.

Gold for survival.

Once you run out of such funds for “Livelihood”

You go bankrupt owing those who “are paid to care”

Your life as collateral.

You are disciplined to treat such people kinder than yourself.

All your career, future hopes, and dreams are “poppycock.”

“Just Deal with it or find someone else who will deal with you.”

Traveling to only where they wish to go

They hold deaf ears to places you hold dear to visit.

To ask for help is deemed as “selfish”

as you are a burden to them.

Even though they offer.

Down on your luck with credit and avenues of other to plot a course down..

Your life is lived as a hostage and as their pet.

Sleeping in small spaces upon a space on the floor.

Tears fall.

As it is hard to sleep.

Not knowing if a future is a right for you to keep.

The day tears into night
The rhythm of the rain sets the tempo
For despair's song
A Delight
For an intoxicated heart to the addiction, it has for pain...
A fake smile
A Dark Mind Lost to the Insane
The soul is the foundation of your life's structure
Each day is the brick
With education fixing the defects in your future.
Years stretch, tall, like the Empire State Building
What you make of the people, places, and events to fill the empty spaces
of the offices inside
Mold into one "Hotel of Pride."

I am locked up here
With invisible iron bars.
Serving a sentence due to lack of investment
And doubtful stares concerning my ability to rise up and successfully fly.
Above the prison walls and questionable people…
Who do not owe or know me
Yet they hide and never allow themselves to grow with or meet me.
A bright and peaceful soul turned to a fighting
And disgruntled prisoner
Who demands his due
After years of fighting and oppression
From those who have refused to see
The value of a stronger mind and bright views
Of a more enjoyable future
Others were allowed such after not serving much time in this hell of a quiet, lonely , dark, and unfeeling situation and realm that is my life’s prison
Give me my equality and free spaces in which to roam and flourish
For my spirit knows the truth and will fight for such
Until the shackles of poverty, mistrust, and avoidance due to stubborn views leading up to my sentence
I shall grow stronger and then explode from my purest energies turned nuclear alike Chernobyl
My soul shall explode and take down the oppressors and these invisible bars that they have secluded me in
My Phoenix is my undying soul and will which shall fly away and be free to explore lands even planets closest to our sun.

The window into the past

From gazes into the present

A gift of a painting

From A “Magic Box”

Was Cast.

Sketches of Color

Carve out the landscapes

Places We See

An invention of Time

Brings your vision to me.

A flash of light

A box held up by a staff

Take a permanent view

Such “forever” is called

a Photograph.

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?

I'm a shiny penny lying on the sidewalk
Shining rays of sunlight up at your face
To signal blessings of fortune, for you, if you
care to collect me to your space.
Enjoy the shine of my copper
Enjoy my face upon the top of my "1 cents worth of luck"
as it shall lighten up further days...
If you don't pick me up, someone else, who believes in me, shall.
The rays of warmth and charitable positive energies, upon them, do double back
In power, unity, and added wealth.
Even if it isn't a Million or so...
Why leave opportunity behind
In a hurry?
Or too lazy to know?
That with each blessing I give...we share a common bond
Karma that helps both of us
In life's garden
To gain experience, blossom, and grow.

Thoughts of others in the world around me
Fill my mind as I send blessings to the masses that I care for.
my enemies receive the largest amount of my light...
As they are lost and have no way be there.
My friends recieve the next ray of light.
As their kindness fills my heart with warmth and scares away the fright.

The world receives the last part of my enlightened pie
As they do not know my name and need a wash of a tear that I have cried.

You are a piece of furniture
Those that are close to you
act like they own you.
You are their "Loyal Subject"
In their "Kingdom"
in which....
They rule you.
One dare to question or rebel to this
and it is you who are disrespectful
and have the face ,in which , on it, they ****.
What you own they have a right too.
What they gain is the object.
What you don't
Don't feel sad...
for in "their kingdom"
That's a breaking of a rule
and such...
would be  a "way"
"in which you have just  traveled"
Justly Right or unjustly wrong....

it is you who must leave them or endure such..
That is -  "you must be the one silent and remain much more strong."

Your spirit is an energy which must be balanced like gold on a scale.
Too much weight placed on one side weighs away from the other.
Walking slanted down on a strait roadway, we drive ourselves into the brick wall.
Fears built...Brick by brick
Until we tip over and crush down another.
Bitter cuts from despairs'desperation and urgent need to "be who we were,again"
Even through drops of emotional blood, we seek the need to fill the emptiness, inside, with anything at all.
In the end, we never regain who our spirits once were.
What sort of energy that spilled out of the wounds we inflicted upon ourselves..
We become merely a "pieced together jigsaw puzzle"of never a clearer picture,however...
Just a splash of loosely splashed colors and illogical designs.
Again, we cut ourselves open, to release the overwhelming pain that tips our scale from the positive side and what we now fill the other side with, well, that's what inspirational bright lights are for.
To ease one out of seclusion and back  into the world around him
The sun which warms him from the cold that day balances him through another tipsy and near wrongly opened future
In a hallway full of unmarked doors.

They tell him what to say and how to do it
Not out of care for him...They care about "status.."
He asks them, "Why should I stay around if only to be censored
by the lot called "us?"

After being told "I could never fall for the likes of you"
"But I can be your friend if you do as I say"
It only throws salt into wounds of the heart
that **** his artistic passion of that day.

Everyone seems to care about everyone else.
However, this missing factor in the "social equation"
is "you."

The Political parties sing and dance for a lifetime winning.
A job to "run" a great country and do some "good."
Then the scandals set in... The race to office turns into a "Soap Opera"
The one who could do the best for us gets voted out due to
Words of the like seen in the tabloids in Hollywood.

The Political Candidates Put on a great "show" and "promise" a great way.
Stamping a ballet
For whom we considered the "right one.."
Here is another elected "misfit" that shall run us down
with 4 to 8 years of unfulfilled promises and their own
"agenda."
Hidden until we are not looking and our country starts to crumble, then fall, and these "wild plans" are killed as we veto it.

Instead of a "show" as our Future President runs for office...
Lets see more "How I am going to save our country and fix it."
Instead of "I've got a new service to push" Broken Spirits, Hopes Fallen, and a Country left to be the Sacrifice.

Let's see past the scandal and entertainment. Be bold and ask "How Are you Going To Fix the Great USA?" and another important question to ask them, "How do we pick up the pieces and pave our future to a brighter and better way?"