Sometimes when you feel
Like you're down in a hole
Lost in the darkness
Losing control
Don't feel like fighting
Ready to just give in
Don't know where you're going
Or care where you've been
Way past believing
That you'll ever rise up again
From feeling so hopeless
Feeling so low
Then a passing stranger
smiles at you
...and simply says "Hello"
Sometimes...
....that's all...
that's all it takes.
"🙂HELLO "

Don't be scared
Life is many tiered
Layer upon layer
Is what makes you who you are
And in my eyes you will always be
A superstar
I knew you long before
You figured out who you are...
that needs to be shared ...don't be scared.

The open source
of my open sores
Is the reason why
  my open soars ....
...come so far and few between these days

IN  so many ways ...so much
Is being lost ...without fair value
for the price it costs
and no reason exists ..in the midst ..
..of all the turns and twists ...
...for not attempting to displace - replace , erase
OR EVEN EMBRACE
whatever grows from changes
From what is seen.... and by how one rearranges

Or even exchanges
ONE THING from another
One Another for another ...or another
for the ONE THING we already had ....
.....all along!

Living...flowing...ever knowing
GLOWING
like the wingtips of a flight-bound Dove
In shadowed effect of a sun-backed vision
Silvertipped and golden tinged ...glowing as hot as the sun
Without threat of being singed

Immune to the effects of latent remorse as a source
effecting the continuation of any open sores
that might reflect upon my own ability ...to take flight
IN MY EVER EXPANDING FREEDOM AS MY OPENSOARS

You once had some free time
so you threw it away
don't need another second when the blue skies
are turning to Gray

the crystal ball said it would be all right
all your old friends are doing fine
no need to worry ,
about anyone you can go to sleep
when your day is done
without a worry without a care
without a bit of wisdom
that you can share
just wear your blinders
and they'll keep out the light
to live in total darkness
will be all right

it's not as easy as it may seem to turn a nightmare
into a dream you could do it if you had some help
at least that's what you keep telling yourself while sitting on that rainbow colored mushroom
and talking to that orwellian elf
nobody has any reason these days
to catch the pieces of the old realities
so they seek out new ones
in their Stead and keep them in boxes
underneath their bed

someday when it rains
or who knows maybe when it snows
you'll have some time
to pull  it
and maybe see what life was all about
that is if you have any extra time
in order to check it out

check it out check it out

check out
how often
you always have time

to give a **** or give a thought
or a kind deed

kindness
never costs you much
but it can buy a lot

you may realize that truth someday
when the box beneath your  bed is empty .
..gone away what'you find
is there instead
are page of
the daily news
to keep you warm
to keep you dry
and to be your bed

sleep on the sidewalk

sleep out in the cold
thats where  you'll  find ...plenty of spare time
to try turning
that  nightmare into a dream like the one
that you were once sold
even though
its getting old'
its getting old
it's getting old
just like sleeping out
in the cold
watching  as time keeps passing by
it's getting old its getting so old.....and so am I.

strange is the range
of the moral high ground
when taken then forsaken
without a momentary pause
Often explained as simply
because
as if treason needs no reason
to be anything beyond embraced
while evoking
stoking
THE fires
of history
erased  
as if...
unseen  would mean never existed
When truth of facts
are subjected to constant attacks
they may appear ...
to disappear
like the boundaries
of a moral high ground
So... to wipe clean
leaving around you
all that is seen
whitewashed
and pristine
as a snow-covered valley
surrounding a
large and beautiful lake
where you are
walking along
on this fantasy ...this table flat plane
no footprints
seem to be
left in your wake
if this becomes the moral highground
you choose to take
I wonder what  will be the cost
when you realize that you're lost
or when
in that emersed silence
will you wish you could reverse time
take it all back
once you hear  the sound....of the ice ......go CRAAAAK!?

There was a  time
a few hundred years ago when there was a  story
that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare
and the theater in the round how they found a way
to make more money
than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts  
before the game existed
all for profit
all for the people
I'm sure they insisted
no it was not for the people it was a calculated game
of how to blame
others
for failing to receive
their rightful due  
and that's why
the shysters of the day
would sell rich people
one seat
one comfortable place
to watch the show
without any problem
and the poor people
in the cheap seats
they would sell
hundreds more
than were available
why .....?
...why of course its the game of musical chairs
so to speak t
They realized there would be fights  breaking out
with yells and screams
and horrid shouts
that would bring the cops
The  order takers
Order  keepers
to all those fighting
dragging those on the ground away
and then it would be
seats  for all
and more profit
for the ones who did
the deed
of selling the seats  
in planting the seeds
of discontent.
Today there are politician
who choose
to play this game
just the same
as then
as they seek
to overcrowd the poor
  not with cheap seats
but the places
in whicht we live
the inner cities
All iin the same Hope
that the show is for the rich
and the rich will enjoy
all thats there
Prosperity
enough ...hopefully
to pass out the tips
The Leftovers
the bestowed
no one's going to listen
to the poor
the disenchanted
he angry ones
who paid dearly for nothing who got everything
they deserved
according to the ones
who served
those who they believed were worthy people
were the ones ...
....who had power
the  ones who could help them
never realizeing
that they too
were sitting in the cheap seats
you  do ...you get what you pay for
and  you will  pay what you got.
Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.