I looked up into the skies
A message blasted into my open eyes
"The World Needs A New Way"
"You Are Part of A Society"
"That needs a recharge of it's dream."
In order to live free...
to Live True...
To Become one with one another.....
We deserve a better Weather than this "Storm.."
One another - we need to remember.
This conflict is "never a norm"
Join in my strength
Fuse with me
We shall defeat this despair
Through strength.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
"Respect Your Time"
Respect…the gift of “time.”
Ignoring such a warning and wasting such….
Moments that are measured and utilized with a purpose can help you climb…
Up life’s ladder to the brighter side…
Lower will you be struck down too
As those wishing to break you down..
You became to complacent.
Then, you fear that time will keep
you from wearing your legacy crown.
Be one step ahead.
Still living in today…
Completing the magic of hope…
You shall always be strong and bright enough
to evade Depression’s Rope.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
Alone.
I awaken , Alone.
Chills of emptiness freeze my soul
to the bone.
Emptiness without a substance
in which to fill this space..
See all of the effects mark a look
upon my face.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
I awakened to a bright light
A feeling of energy and of Emotion
The likes of which
I have never conceived or even contemplated
My once closed mind has been broke open
A rare situation in a Fear-Filled Life
A Once Narcistic Soul
Now Humble and Glistening
With true sounds of wisdom
Then of sharing Ideals and Thoughts with others
There are , now, no more boundaries that keep me
From free falling into clear waters of cleansed thoughts
A pool of creative, heartfelt, and Spiritual Energies
Created by those other open and true minds
which fill the emptiness of this world
With these big, blue oceans of Bright Hearted Humanity
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
There once once was a time
When you still felt young and full of life
Until the world came to a stand still
This is all the same old rhyme..
Stuck without time moving with the Earth, "Forward."
You begin to stack up the Memories in Books of Journals
of your teenaged years
Cutting you open
With cold blades of "Future Fears."
You are young...Yet older.
Years whisk by you quite quickly..
Until stagnation and Lazy Wastes
of your Colander fill up all of the year's spaces...
Sickly..
Old and not young enough to be part of those "peppy and in Crowds"
However, your not old enough to be among the respected old timers...
Alone in the center - tears of regret fall down your cheeks...
Until Your Higher power's Voice
Get's sick of lending you tissues..
From his voice...….
"Keep on Going and Become" - his Booming and distinct voice speaks.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
Waters frozen in time
A Stagnant waters
Holding the Debris of the Past
In wrappers, Lilly pads, and used masks
So sublime.
Limited Time
You never realize how much time you have lost
Until you are "frozen in time"
From Virus Conditions to World Government Unrest
Your youth starts to shake in fear
as well as your mature part
Will I drown in a Body of Water like this?
In the Future in which I am headed?
Maybe so if I fail to keep active and vigil
and allow my soul to be ****** in and sink in Feelings
Resulting in The Frozen Ices of "Dread."
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 11:22 AM UTC
See him grow older. See him laugh as he crawls...
No way out...
No one to answer his call...
Fear Consumes his soul...a bite it takes every day.
He feels lost..
Alone....Never needing to be..
Trying to signal those who he wishes to have near
Another unheard signal..
Will he die?
Wil he fall to evil?
Or shall he destroy himself doing ****** acts?
Stunts.. Just Like … Evil Cornea Val?
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
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.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
Would any person shed one tear
If my sad and breaking heart
Stopped from all of the beatings and silence..
Would you say a eulogy when I'm gone?
Sneer..Sneer..
I bleed red
Just as any one bleeds
An artistic soul discarded due to a mirror
and a shallow glance
Do you forsake the original and cherished writers
and artists?
They have no perfection to their works and appearance..
They were out casts just as I
When I try and Join a crowd...
Find my sweetheart..
Work my talents.
Alas I'm scorn and reminded of my dark imperfections
That only can be perfect as a shallow mind
places a celebrity as a mannequin sitting within a photo
of a fairytale story....
Living in a tabloid
A destructive "wishing star: "Fairy tale shoot"
I am the "Hunch Back Of Notre Dame."
Quizi Moto and his brilliant mind.
Hiding in his dark and lonely quarters
due to his "monster defined appearance"
Never wishing to be anything but a part of a
social gathering which cherished and needed his writings and paintings.
After the Hunchback failed to ding the time with the church bells..
He was found, motionless. Cold.
Neglected.
Tears shed of guilt.
By those who tortured his soul and had him cast
in hiding....
Due to nothing more than ugly chants and appearance comparisons
that should be cast in crumpled ***** down wishing wells.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
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.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC