My clothes may not be in the latest style, but I am dressed just fine for the occasion. The people who I talk to may not seem like they have much to talk about, but everyone needs someone to hear them. What little I do may not seem important, but an Acorn can grow a might Oak tree. Though I may be invisible to some people in the world, I really don't mind if they ignore me. I am not working for an award, but for the betterment of my fellow human. My resources are limited but I am determined. A single bowl of soup or a kind word can go a long way. Though the world around me may not understand , I will keep on my path until the end. No matter what may come or who may ignore the forgotten, for I will take care of what others do not see.

The sun rises and the shadows fade. I wind down slowly and find my grave. Through an endless pattern of light and dark, I carry my curse. Each day I find the crypt that I call a bed. I slumber and pray that I will not see death. Then as the sun travels it's arch, the shadows begin to fall again. I slowly rise from the place where I will likely be buried, no one comes to call anymore so there is no one to find me. I simply slip out of my crypt a pail lifeless form, like a shadow or a ghost of my former self. I walk into the pail street lights and find my way to some place. I live in the night because the daylight hurts me so. Onward I go in this hellish existence, until the sun comes up and I must flee from  the daylight once again.

A prince came in peace and they reviled him. A king came in humility and they rejected him. A wise man spoke and they mocked him. The son of God offered redemption and they crucified him. If they will do this to him, then what will the world do to me?

Dark skies with a Purple hue roll over the landscape. Trees come to life as old buildings fade. Silver lights shine around new things that are growing, the soul of mans time is dying. The world quakes as history unravels. Myth is becoming fact and reality that was is now fantasy. Elves emerge from hidden realms covered by mist. Dwarfs shake off the dust of the deep earth and crack open clefts in the mountains. The moon is joined by a lesser soul mate as one is Silver and the other Green. They mix to cast an eerie light on the earth below. What was is not and what was forgotten is now new. So is a world reborn from chaos to a new order of things.

The emotions swirl inside of me, like dark jewels they roll around and glisten with a black light. The turmoil of my soul is a constant reminder of my indecision. Round and round  the pit of my stomach turns, I try to get it out, but I cannot speak or even write down what I am feeling. I feel like I cannot breath as I try to express myself. All I have is a sea of letters trapped in the treasuries of my creative nature. I am going under and I am not sure I will come back. My pen has failed me and I cannot speak coherently. I am drowning in words and do not know how much longer I can stay afloat.

Oh Lillies Frost White that sway gently in the Wind. They Mark a place of rest that beckons others to join them. Beneath an endless sky in a land where there is eternal day and sorrow is forgotten as all tears have gone away. The Parting was with great sorrow, but it is only for a little while. For by a Crystal River, I will soon stand and again see you smile. So hold fast and run your race, for the morning will come soon and in the peace that is called heaven will be joined again my friend

I have a neighbor that needs help. I write a great many poems but many are about how we can help each other. If anyone would like to give just 5 dollars you can find the fund raiser at facebook under the name of James Vined. I know the site got a typeo and won't fix it readily. Thanks