1983 -   
American poet...
Published in the Library of Congress of the United States of America.

Joypeacelove
Cheers everybody!
Where there is love there is hope... Wsp


art is long,life is short, and success is very far off...
American poet...
Published in the Library of Congress of the United States of America.

Joypeacelove
Cheers everybody!
Where there is love there is hope... Wsp


art is long,life is short, and success is very far off...

*Sprinkling the air with spark and motion of great design
the trees above head keeping watch over the streets.
a stray cat and dog both stroll by like a team or family
dysfunctional but loving.
what will tomorrow bring?
will it be special or dull?
was today what you thought it should be?
i sell space and invisible information.
reaching out and giving people the world
at the push of a button.
the mouse has become the most used animal.
the irony and the bliss of being apart of it all
and hearing the voices of the world,
some happy,
most not.
what will tomorrow bring
Ring ring click Hello.....

About my days in sells.

Hey Worry
anxiety grips at me.
i  can feel it down my back and across my chest like needles.
i feel helpless at times, trapped inside this old body of mine.
not old in years but old in thoughts and worry's.
it creeps in the backdoor of my mind
like an intruder.
i don't want you.
i don't need you here.
why do you always bother me Worry.
why did i get picked.
i have many things.
i am grateful.
yet i am gripped with fears.
i am confident,
i am strong,
i worry all the time.
if i had a dollar for every night i cant sleep,
i would be rich.
money is not the fix
i don't know what is......
i did not create this race
you just have to endure it...
my hands feel a numbness,they ache when the stress comes
i bang them on the walls.
just to feel again.
i plead with myself to stop the torture.
how do you crawl out of you own mind,
just to feel again.
i have to get it off my own mind,
whatever it is.
usually nothing i can control.
sometimes stuff that is not even real
yet bothers me.
the future.
expectations that i put on myself.
blame the world.
i try to fill the void,
i try to stay busy.
running from the anxiety that sits and waits for me around the bend.
waiting for the next time its time to worry again
how do some people just float along.
i am as care free as they come.
yet on the inside i am always in constant thought.
i try and turn off the little voices.
one on each shoulder
both not good to me.
i grow tired of feeling sorry for myself.
so i keep a lot inside, but that's where all my Worries hide.
i get tired of the stress.
to much stress at times to take.
my heart is racing.
sometimes it would be easier to give up
but then what............?




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writers write
no matter the reason behind it
writers write
no matter who will be there to read the words
writers write
no matter the situation at hand
writers write
when they have nothing left to give

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forced words pushed out on the page
with the clicking and clacking of my digits against the keys
my back aches
my mind is numb
my heart hurts at the strangest times
sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do...
keep on letting my thoughts run freely as i open my mind
and let the words fall from my finger tips like rain from the sky

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"where do all the words come from?" she asked....
more than just mindless dribble
more than just thoughts
more than i know what to do with sometimes
where do i take the words and work from here???

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2015

All is well and still moving forward
The procedures are all in place
The people and the situation
also
still sits on my plate of life

Five months down the road
I am still here and things could be much worse
Tell the truth, the honesty will set you free

Take the time to slow down
Take another shot at it
All is well and still moving forward...

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sounds of the night
drums pounding in the distance
the crickets all chirping and screaming their songs
for all to hear

the pulse of life is among us all
you can feel it
you are the pulse
you are the bell that sounds off in your mind as you ponder your
existence
the reasons we are here in this body
, in this position
"its only real if you believe " she sang
And
the fire flys all light up the sky with precision and elegance
the earth is breathing underneath
our feet
i can hear the heart beat of the world
the gasps of the field mouse as the night owl follows its instincts
the day light is among us as it closes in

the darkness is nothing but lost thoughts
push on
till the day comes that you look around and ask
"how did I get here, who am I, what shall I do with this time on my hands"
idle hands ring many bells of discourse
scorched earth
bleeding life
plants all scream in the night as they too are scared at times
the bells keep ringing as the pulse of life pushes us on
our lungs are not ours
they are alive on their own
breathing in and out
the birds are not worried about their next meal
why am I worried so much about tomorrow, yesterday, etc etc
i wanna feel the vibrations as they cascade over my lonely soul
voices and miracles telling me what is to come next in this life
thank you for another day no matter how hard I fight it....

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