Thanks to life.

A force that is a miracle

Powerful and Bold

Sharp as The Sharpest of Knives.

Blessings abundant

When one’s eyes are wide open

To see the gifts

That appreciation holds importance.

Once a year we celebrate our pathways

We celebrate Our Breathes of Fresh Air

Family

Friends

The truer items in life

Which money and possessions are the least of the Soul’s Cares?

A fabulous feast

Some tasty drinks

We hold these values true and strong in our hearts

Cheering for another year

Of a fabulous existence and a new Start.

Every day as I awaken

I think of the blessings of each breath…

As death has not yet taken

A brilliant and bright loving soul

Although troubled times have come my way

I look to the skies and count the beautiful items…

Counting all the details against misery’s toll…

I smile in delight

For all of my selfless and wholehearted plans

shall become successful

As I trust in the miracle of waking each and every day.

I am one

However, I am not alone.

I am just one of many.

Who has his downfalls, his physical handicaps, or dark feelings

Raising my heart to warm it from the truth and the sun...

I am warmed to the bone.

I spring to life and reach out to the others

Who shares in similar events or life struggles…

I consider them my true sisters and brothers.

We are all links connecting a strong chain

Of true heart changing the world

Standing behind those bullied or weakened by their dark moments

In life, this is the only true way

In which one can be part of many and then be a happy loner

Who has more than enough warmth coming from other caring souls

To warm him through the days.

Haunted Fame

I’m that ghost

The spirit that you hear howling in the hallways.

I’m the Invisible Man that you sense around you

Yet you fail to share a spare moment of your days.

A mirage of a man that gets lost in Life’s Traffic

Only recognized when your social club has emptied out

You stop for a while, feel the empty and cold air

Isn’t such tragic?

I’m the invention that the public doubts will take off

With purpose in society

Like an airplane

In my years of living

Failure to connect with new souls

Since the Cats in The Cradle

with Their Silver Spoons

and you are the slow moving one

Wishing to be more like that...

Wondering what recipe that success needs in its soup

To out perform the cooks who make such a reality

and scoop out bowls for fans with their

Awards and Name’s Ladle.

Communicated.

We all have our methods and timing

In which we connect with another

Phone Calls

Words in Texts

Visits with them In A Favorite Hang Out

Hear my message within this poetry sing.

Do you fail at this craft?

Do you choke and fail to pick up a phone?

Answer a message?

Accidentally never see a person you once valued

Due to failed connected passages?

Where your life was once too hectic or busy

Where you had a clouded mind

As it cleared you went to reconnect

A busy signal was finally heard…

As your absence was remembered

A connection cut due to neglect.

I walk through portions of my life’s memories

Like a curator in a Museum.

Dusting off those old memories that I once held fresh

Paintings and Sculptures defining my journey within life and its journeys.

Now they are old and less important exhibits

That I stumble upon

Doing clean up of my space - almost lost or forgotten

Sweet and Clear Flashes of Remembrance fill the moment

As I walk further down my mind’s museum halls

The empty spots

Along these spaces

Are the memories to be filled with your face and heart

A soul in which we shall share in the future…

Of friends and places I wish to visit…

As this late night watchman secures his stronghold of shows..

Emptiness fades with the visiting of such a place

holding the most important items

In his heart which is held in place by Love’s sutures.

I am man

Yes.

I am man.

Who  Can play certain sports

I love my cars and mechanics

I can be a pain with my antics…

Seemingly Full of Only Testosterone and Pride

I can be shallow

I can be flirty

However, there is, to me, another side.

My heart feels

I cry while watching sad or romantic movies

A feel lost while alone

I judge the man that I see in the mirror

It couldn’t be any clearer

That I have a more feminine part

This man that you see

Is also a true loving Lady, inside.

Loyal.

Listening with a true ear.

Giving too much of himself

Hiding his pain to save another hurting and who has cried

on my shoulders

I offer the warmth and strength

Protection...

Discipline like a Man

However, I have just made my stand.

Just because I am the image you see

In physical form on the outside…

Does not mean I’m on the prowl

Like a Lion on the hunt for his Pride.

Looking for his next conquest

Like a flesh hungry Zombie

I am more alive than I look

Inside and out

I am Man through and trough out.

I proudly have declared myself, whole, in a sweet

and loud shout