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Oct 18 · 51
A Thrown out Relic
An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.
Kevin Michael Kappler, I like your method of writing. I write sonnets. I enjoy a "Shakespear" type of reading and flow to my readers.
I wish to travel to a distant place

Where you are valued equally like all the rest

Finding my home rather than a floor in a room

Treated like an Adult

Rather than a stupid “Adult kid” or “Creative overly nice pest.”

Some people become “nice predators.”

Everything you need or want gets weighed upon their scales..

as they act like ******’s “S.S”

They control and place your needs upon a scale to weigh.

They push you to only seek the interests that fuel their egos...

You begin to grow bitter and cold

As the one you cared for has put your happiness’ lot on sale.

Circumstance keeps you in their controlled spaces.

Transportation lacks, viruses, and lack of being allowed to pursue your social arts

Prevents one from growing to know you in other places.

One feels like a slave.

I captive.

A failed overly nice discredited idiot

Inside you fume like Chernobyl before the explosion.

Having no place to go and a government unwilling to help you get out of an abusive living space

Fuels their egos to demand constant attention to their ideas

not yours to invent and earn

You feel like destroying them and excepting a park bench or a room at dangerous living area walls built

in hastily expansion.

If nothing you do is good enough or right

When choices are asked for diners and or events

they don’t matter

Having a fuller life such prevents.

Your psychic becomes rusted and destroyed

You wish to abandon your identity and run to a free but unwanted, freer, but limited life where one feels they live work and are simply employed.

How does one break the locks when family is gone and one is unknown?

How does one ask for partners in creative careers and help to get out of life’s quicksand..

No help or supports in sight.

Sinking down to your demise

You try and fight the situation...

However, you sink even faster. Feeling old, failed, and quite the one acting unwisely.

You need education and their mission is to discipline you

weighing you down instead of letting one evolve and travel.

Their own interests sold for the need to satisfy

an ego that needs to be tossed out or a win in a war of intelligence

when people think they can do more but cannot

you can use talents to improve the world

In their eyes...

What they see you try and succeed at

The sabotage, threaten, and allow you to have less and rot.
I need a soul mate
Not out of Desperate Reasons
Not for selfish wants and sick needs...
Darkness of lust and greed are merely dangerous acts and thoughts of Treason.
Watch this heavy heart
Pumping beautiful writings, signals of love and a Human Partner
Calling out for you.
The sight of the one who has chosen me
Running towards my empty life
to add sweetness to a life well rebuilt and refit
With items useful in promoting views of a beautiful soul
Once weighed down in the murky depths of the dark and corrupt
A talented soul and carpenter
Rebuilding his home after destroying it
Out of his mind misguided due to unwarranted emotions
Or anger fits spewing lava of hate and uncomfortable vibes
from the Volcano of a heart exploding as it was lost
and finally erupted.
So him as a new structure
Tall, majestic, and a marvel of the soul and it's architecture
Se the welcome mat welcoming you into his newly rebuilt existence
Worn out from making too many mistakes and harming so many hearts
He warded off and found a new property and better materials
In a well fit area
The reconstruction his light and soul
A marvel of a once misguided mind
waking up and curing his created diseases
of the Hurtful Kind
Words are deadly weapons

Words are also beautiful Poetry.

Watch how you use these in a ritual manner

Your messages can hurt and damage the Human Heart.

A beautiful sculpture of the Human spirit shattered with Misunderstanding’s Hammer.

Colors are Dark

Colors are Bright

Mix the right shades while shining your diamond’s light

A wrong shade of gray or the too bright blood-red paints

Can make you into a sun with the Dark Side of the Moon’s

Message

A disguise in accident due to reactions and actions

That were wielded like a deadly sword

Damages came quite soon.

Fixing the disrepair of a once full and loving home

Repairing a Human heart battered until it became too weak

To pump the Happiness of life and love

Such dies from a Heart Attack.

For some “words of ill faded wisdom”

Can never be taken back.
The Weapons of Words and Colors,kappler,relatinships,poetry, feeling,acts of hurt
Oct 5 · 40
Flashback Cinema
Flashes of memories

Blood Red, Death Grey, and Fear Yellow

Waking hours turn to Replays

An unwanted Movie Show

On the screen of my life

Destruction, Assault, and Reckless Harm

A house of cards that fell apart

As I stumbled to fight back the Replays

This process has to end

One day I shall become stronger

I shall whipe these reels clean

They will cease to play.
Oct 3 · 28
Travels
Travels

Our soul and our bodies are always traveling

Two feet stirring up the gravel

As your mind plots the next stop

As the Judge in you Bangs his Gavel.

Disciplining your self too harshly

Yet not excepting redirections

At times you are a fire

A flame that emits light and within such

Reflections.

The pool to cool the anger boils up

Better cool down before the steam causes your bottled ego to explode.

A rocket to the stars

Out of Control

Your wreckage is a battered soul that starts to implode.
Oct 3 · 29
Permit
The day tears into night
The rhythm of the rain sets the tempo
For despair's song
A Delight
For an intoxicated heart to the addiction, it has for pain...
A fake smile
A Dark Mind Lost to the Insane
The soul is the foundation of your life's structure
Each day is the brick
With education fixing the defects in your future.
Years stretch, tall, like the Empire State Building
What you make of the people, places, and events to fill the empty spaces
of the offices inside
Mold into one "Hotel of Pride."
Aug 30 · 34
Fake Oz
Once upon a time
In the Gum Drop lined streets
of his Narcissistic Chocolate covered  ideals
Walking through a "counterfeit Val Hala"
Faces smile
Inside they weep and fail to wish to greet
Strangers who visit their country of "Perfection"
Visit here - one shall be needy  for the Royal Telephone
Calling back home shall cost one candy mint Dime.
Finally, eyes flutter open to truth
Wishing to feel free to be able to become different than all others
The warm welcome comforts of change
Fears of action by 'His Imperial guard
"Mr. Root Bear Ice Cream Master"
Displays failures in his "Candy Land"
Placed along the streets to display
"Rotten candy"
in a recycle booth"
He pushed his power through the "sweet rewards of Misleading Compliance."
The promise of this "fantasy land"
empowered "bliss and happiness."
Breaking his teeth counting his money.
and ever-growing fame.


Ice cream grass signs mark the emperor's "stringent laws"
Displayed along your travels
Molding your soul
a forged and copycat soul
"reminding you of  the consequences"
Failing to become like he
Every so often we fall.
Sometimes our souls break.
Never to allow ourselves to " stay Knocked out and down."
Recover the pieces and complete this puzzle.
A lot in our time to come - some extremely intense ways, the future of Humanity remains at stake...

At one time, sorrow and doubt force us to wear a frown.
Taking in breaths created by positive energies.
Allowing a strong well enhaloed blow...

Inventing Powerful forces
Pushing out the negative poisons...


Like Rocky Balboa
Never to shift our eyes of the light.


Performing all of our hearts

We get back up.
Standing stronger,taller,and rising back up.

To pursue life's more noble fight.


Merely giving the relaunch of the positive and bright...Personal intentions
Human endeavors...


Like rare instruments
Tuning the emotional brain.
Like struggling musicians in this " Grand Symphony."
Our full Orchestra portraying a meaningful and cheerful "musical drama."
A musical composition that shall make them proud...


Our forefathers, fellow men, children, and women...

Also, our family.

Like our own Father's, Sisters, Brothers and Most Importantly, Our mammas...

For the words "can" and "Will" are fused within our psychic.



Staying in the deeper stages to remain defeated?

Never!
The ring of life is contacting our spirits.


Inevitably arise and spit contemptuously in overwhelming challenge's ghastly faces.
Not to become severely weakened by dreadful doubt
Or Insecurities
Obtaining Triumph's Championship Belt...
Experience the wind of opportunities.
Penetrating the soul!

Bettering Mankind, the self, personal life and the surrounding communities...

We constitute all parts of a bigger, quite powerful and defined attractive energy.


A force that has a light much Brighter, a wind indeed brisker...

lighter,,,, and more stronger,much proudly profound army of Boxers.
In this critical time that Goodness shall "Draft"

Into the " Ring of shattered life."


Nothing can stand in the way...
As we are in contrast, together, from within tragic destiny

We overwhelming lead here...

Only defined and merely written into "Future's Defenders of Justice"

Brutal war books

Tragic chapters meaningfully written throughout false messages and within truer Reasons,

More heroic narratives

Used ink scratched within these brittle pages

Tragic stories we conquered in Celebration.

Where our own Human egos

Weakiness within them which could ever imagine...

Nor can living minds scarcely comprehend...


" United as one. "
"Divided we inevitably fall..."
As we merely form, together, as one all-powerful and united force...
The Continuing and Progressing Children of the Earth and Spirits of Humanity
Tireless energies unwittingly unleashed in personal unity..."

We are an obscure legend Called "Evolution's Dragon"
Jun 1 · 70
Evolution's Dragon
Sometimes I fall
Sometimes I break
I never allow myself to stay down
I pick up my pieces and complete this puzzle
A lot in my future - bright ways, for me are at stake..

I might once wear a frown
I take in positive energies
I blow out the negative poisons...


Like Rocky Balboa
I never take my eyes of the light


I get back up
I stand back up, tall, and continue to fight


I give the relaunch of my positive and bright
future Human  endeavors

I tune my brain
Like musicians in the Grand Symphony
Orchestras playing a meaningful and cheerful musical drama
I make them proud
Both my father and mamma

For the words "can"and "Will" are fused within my psychic



I never stay at stages that are lower...Never!
In the ring of life
I arise and spit in challenge's faces
Not weakened by doubt
Or my Insecurities
I win Triumph's belt
I feel the wind of opportunities.
Fill my soul.

To better Mankind, Myself, my life, and the surrounding communities...

I am a part of a bigger and more beautiful
Brighter, lighter, and more profound army of Boxers..
In the ring of life
Nothing can stand in our way....
As we are here for reasons bigger than our egos could ever imagine...
United we are one..
Divided we fall..
As we form, together, as one all powerful and united force...
The Continuing and Progressing Earth and Spirit
Called "Evolution's Dragon."
May 23 · 78
Trapped In Wonderland
It seems I try and speak. No one hears as to the silence no response.
Hardly anyone notices my presence
As very few react in emotions or welcoming actions
My work and my lonely beating heart
Seem to be invisible and the beat of questioned empty rhythm is never heard
I’m here although a ghost
If I disappeared should it make a mark?
If I stay would I make a difference?
Or am I in another dimension?
As I am Alice
Trapped in Wonderland
Shouting through the tiny door’s key hole
At myself
Shouting “wake up.you need to wake up!”
As the waking hours become the quiet pergatory and my dreams are a horror rated
Movie played in loop while in wonderland.
Can I wake up to be seen?
May 17 · 43
The Wheel of Fate
Hold those close to you, tightly.
Moments can define when or if they shall be taken from you
Or if they shall be allowed to remain by your side
Distraction  and Misunderstanding are parts of ego and it's  pride
Tragedy and Victory marks the outcome
What person will fill the once occupied spaces
of those who stood by your side
Through time and space
The wheel of fate spins once again
Either taking one with it
Or passing by another
To leave it dwelling in the lives that it has been connected to
or what homes where it has lived and where it  has been
One moment from another
Such can bring new things
The moment can also leave, bring, within the still of tragedy or at the miracle of brilliance, it can even  take a sister and or a brother.
A blink of the flirtatious energy of a storm's eye
Such an energy can be a blessed of the tones in which it sings.

Also, a sad tone can, at its cold will
The siren Can take even you up past the skies.

Away from your kindred folk
and friends
To another life
A song never sung until life's bitter and tragic end.
May 17 · 47
From Old to New
Out with the old and in with the new.
People are once fresh and exciting
Many are forgotten of
Legends are few
Before they age and become antiques
Groups remain  fresh while the newest of faces speak
Ideas are inspiring when fresh fires rage
Until their pages of their book
The story of their life
Written in worn pages
Are left unfinished
Readers browse and find another tail to start
However, the following of these stories are never continued
As the most amazing portions are left unknown
as the journey to this long "point" in their life's story
Become less amazing and start to devolve
Fresh excitement wears apart
Since most books are not read all the way through
People are never quite well known
As within their pathways to the written end of their lives
Fail to entertain the young and the restless
The story tellers are often replaced with those
Less than in experience
or patience
this tree of knowledge fails to become fully grown.
May 5 · 42
Viral Decay
Sickness passed through the land of souls.
Razor strikes of blades cutting the once flourishing artistic minds down to a skeleton
An unfair ritual flashed to action by the Reaper as he was demanding payment for such beings to cross his bridge.
A hefty toll.
Such prices were paid as the best fell and the rising were starving as they sank in despairs quicksands.
However weakened by this nasty storm
Many more artistic, brave, and caring souls rose up and challenged this "troll" on his bridge..
Clashing swords and knocking down the sentry
These, us, brave warriors won passage and to the brighter and more flourishing of futures and days
Over and through this bridge
We earned our entry
We are an army
Bound together in common grounds
Fused together by our hot welds of heart
Open eyes to the other and more hopeful grasses with a sun blasting on the other side
Of this blackened grounds of current despair and grounds of thorns of hopelessness
We waged a fight, onward, and creating an energy that created a force to carry all through to a land of true self and Thankfulness.
Grabbing the hands as those who were sinking
Dying due to letting go to doubt
We lifted them up
Through the lights that warmed them through our hot and kind vibrant glowing souls of truth and hope...
We are now on such grounds of bright futures and well earned peaceful and relaxing areas
as we watched the Grim Reaper Sink in his own words of vile disease and hateful *****
As he grabbed for leverage to pull himself free to finish what he had started
However, due to the evil that he stands for, no one bothered to through him a survival rope
Apr 8 · 55
Escape
A storm was brewing
Lightning Bolts  of Anger
Droplets   of Blue scolding hot Rain Drops of  Lightning
Pouring out the Rain Drops of heavy tears
Flowing down.

Contempt and bitterness created a meaner self
A witch's brew...
I began cooking up a broth.

Hurt Flames start stewing
Up a mixture of misunderstandings and deadly bitter  chemicals
A toxic food in which it fueled the Devil's Soul.
Closing my eyes as I wiped away the heavy tears
I blanked out my mind...
I closed my eyes.
I heard the voices calling from the Teacher
Who showed me the future and the past full of golden and beautiful Years.
Through self-doubt's blinders
I became  a horse only wishing to run in one direction.
Off the deep end I was hurtling toward

My soul started an astral journey
That lead me to the "Museum of Light"
Nothing is edited out or failing to be displayed
stamped  as "non-valuable"
or "Censored" by unfounded feeling
Pieces that were actions of truth and moments of success in the smaller moments of a larger life
Discarded due to my loathing
Clearer tours, of my heart, show  A mighty  "Fort Knox"
The fortress of  my true inner worth....
A treasure trove like the great pyramids - this structure
was built up by one thousand golden blocks.
The inside was bright
The halls were lined  full of bright and intelligent pieces
Art that was well conceived of
by my soul
A force that I can  now clearly see
was worth this journey's toll.
I have strength within myself
When I take the Blinders of Doubt off.
I returned to my body
Flying like an Eagle on the Wing
Opening my eyes
Drying my tears
Smiling wider than I had
Before I started the rain in my soul's once bright and sunny skies.
My soul was now lighter and I  could start hearing  the harmony of happiness sing.
Apr 8 · 36
Vibes
Feeling waves of your soul across distant lands
Sending a "thoughtful" post card of blessings and light
Safe and warm wishes for others
I have nicknamed this world The Kindred Lands."
Tragedy may have brewed a longer-lasting storm
Together, in communication and in thought, we can last through
The brunt of the nasty winds that may come our way
Doesn't hold one another back from sending enlightened vibes
each other's way.
Blessings to all during this time of Tragedy. Stay safe, bright, and full of hope. I am sending all my blessings and my warm thoughts of those we lost to Covid-19
Death to the contagion!

The invader needs no introduction…

He has been destroying countless lands…

Countless lost souls…..

A forced “Vacation.”

Mr. President proclaimed, “This is a war!”

He could never be far from 100% right.

World War III.

Just as we were attacked in Pearl Harbor…

Failing to fully understand that current enemy…

Alike the Soviet’s Chernobyl Reactor blasting its diseased radiation

Breaking people down to their deaths

We are here trying to find the proper weapon

to place an end to people’s eradication.

No scientist seems to be able to identify or find the evil

Virus empire’s true weakness…

Countless soldiers fell and tears have fallen.

Showering the once happy lands with oceans of sickness

Like “The **** Powers,” Forced Europe and most of Russia

Into fear and Bomb Shelters

Trying to avoid their bomb blasts

Helping the world gear up to shoot at an enemy

At least one we could see.

This foe who is killing all 140 Nations

Has an upper hand due to our lack of learning the code to the machine

Replicating our own viral predator that feeds upon its own brothers and sisters

We need this “Ghost in the Darkness” to meet his match

We need to wipe him, off the face of this darkening Earth, spotless and clean!

Mother Nature, where have you been?

Did you neglect your job?

Or merely forget how to clean up after yourself?

You allowed the Dinosaurs to become extinct

You allowed the Black Plague and the Spanish Flu

To eradicate all of society … except for a few

US souls left to evolve into scientific soldiers

and **** germs

that were left under your carpet?

Your dust caked onto all of the lands

A thin layer of death

As a biological army we won over this evil stranger

We shall win again!

After all is said, done, and damaging to our Countries….

To our families…

To enjoy each other’s position in Society

We’ve forged an alliance

From all parts of this Earth.. a “Majority.”

We shall stand,together, stronger….longer.

We have won other wars without your help.

So, Mother Nature what is the next irresponsible tragedy ?

A new form of “Life” you ,recklessly, shall create or Invent?”

Should it force another “challenge” on another Billion Souls

Who has had their souls weakened from the fight?

Energy spent separating land and creating a fight against a relentless and invisible enemy?

This world War that Mother Nature allowed to start

Until such a monster has damaged the land, forced the loss of some of our livelihood, and clashes of nations?

No! United we suffer and united we shall WIN
Mar 16 · 95
Recharge
Nothing lasts forever.
Except for the human soul.
The biggest damage
To anyone
It's this energy, inside it, that takes the biggest toll.
After all that has been said and all that shall be done
Remember that a battery needs a positive terminal
Not just the Negative
Terminal to ride the electric rail
to a recharged future.
Mar 16 · 73
Wonder Island
The clock rings the alarm
"Time to awaken....Why?"
You try to work with every cold and isolated moment
You have no tears left to cry.
Social rafts to escape this island are non existent
No access to another to this forgotten inhabitant.
I'm invisible even with   a signal  flare
Even as strangers tell me.  "Don't   feel like it's the end."
I laugh inside
Like  the Joker
"You are not wearing my shoes?"
"Want to see me rot until I'm dead?"
Still, I work on my trades, by my own company.
Trying to understand their  "rules."
So, what does this "creator" invent when he runs out of tools?
No one wishes to visit you or your "Wonder Island."
You married a curse that is being the one left on the outside.
Now, "enjoy your fate's wedding band."
Mar 12 · 49
Stay, Patient
A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow  in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled down town
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
Rap rhymes, kappler,chrystal kaye, poetry, victim of anger
Mar 12 · 41
Merry Christmas 2
The holidays
You've earned them.
A rest from work, school, or the grind of life.
A day to remember the miracle which we were given..
Loved ones, sweet memories, a brighter future, and then tomorrow.
From solo gigs on Christmas or New Years
To family get-tethers with family and friends..
It's moments that we make, such as these, that our feelings with never seem to end.
Merry Christmas
I send blessings to "all in the land."
You've worked hard and earned a "happy" and a "restful"
Holiday...
Celebrations with family, or even in rest from work or school by one's self..
It is memories, the futures, and the single moment in a day which we remember the miracle
in which we were given...
Mar 12 · 42
A Victim Of Anger
A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
Mar 12 · 53
Escaping Ole Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

Flames up higher
Heating up the floors
Rushing to the brain
“Give me some more!”

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks
Mar 12 · 29
I am a hostage
I am a hostage to this life.
No one wants a thing to be due with me unless they need a punching  bag.
No one would save me.  To them I have no worth.
So..
No matter how it is done
As I am worthless in this society
Suicide is now  the only way out for me.
Mar 12 · 27
Stay Patient
A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "the Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
Mar 12 · 96
A Moral Battle
Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.
What Makes a House A Home?

    The warmth of your presence

Other occupants in the void

Of one’s empty spaces…

No matter what the structure houses your fragile body.

Portions of you hang in photos, posters, and the furnishings

That you choose or “add too”

The uniqueness of a living area.

However..without people to share this warm living structure with..

Emptiness and the cold can never be corrected

Nor the feelings of “ghosts of the missing..”

What makes a house a home?

Open my door and stay a while.
Mar 12 · 26
Social Fires
Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

Hands held out to ****** your last earned dime.

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

For your courage to stand up to those oppressors that warm up the air once colder

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.
Mar 12 · 52
Salute The Sarge!
Alone in quiet hours

Quiet while people come into the room

“What is the matter?”

“Why Don’t You Create?”

“Lack of affection. Lack of Mutual Understanding.”

It’s a Holocaust and doom.

1,000 knives stabbed in my back

“Why are you here? If you refuse to return my soul’s

Energy? Am I your Shrink within an emotional attack?”

A snack?

A temporary fix?

Some kind of drug that only lasts but a very short time.

“You don’t know my grief! You will never listen!”

Not without a fight.

I feel exhausted.

Why must I aid you in your life’s quarrels?

If my questions and tears remain unjustified?

To the likes of you?

A one way street. I need replenishment.

Of energy taken.

True soul equal distribution..

No more of your punishment.

I’ll find a way out of this corner.

That I was pushed into.

Due to my past?

My deficits?

Me needing you?

More than you see….You see right through me.

Attack me when I’m down.

Trying to **** my victories and my wins….

As you return home and the routine, again, sure shall begin.

I have ideas on your weakness. It is your Father’s Pride

Embedded into you.

Becoming too strict to even smile?

Discipline overloaded the machine..

That you have become.

See me remain, myself.

As I need no energies that come

when I feel and get reprimanded…

from these moments that are quite a scene.

You are unwilling to learn.

No older dog needs to learn new tricks?

Age plays no card in this gamble…..

As your soul needs it’s own recharge.

Feel my breeze as I walk ahead and disappear.

“Salute to the Sarge.”
Mar 8 · 37
What do you see?
What do you see?

Behind these bright crystal blue eyes

Do you even see my bright and warm soul?

My silent messages beaming into your psychic?

Can you hear the cries of my damaged inner child?

“WHY? WHY am I so easy to be Harmed?”

A magic trick of words

The illusion of what you consider what I need as care

From someone who I had held held so far above me

On their pedestals…..

Why must you spit upon me as I remain weak?

Anger creates a musical heart beat fast and rhythmic

The war drums of Treason

Against the Monster that you have become

Don’t run away in cowardliness

You earned this boxing match

Feel my battle scars?

Let me carve them into your soul…

So you can feel the acid of arguments and doubt

The fear and anger that you tried to push me

around and down through…

As I rise up and start to beat you, silly.

******* thrashings at your own game.

No.

I won’t complete this tempting revision of abuse and it’s corrupt

Circle of lost souls.

Just because you solicited fear, anxiety, and a wealth of what feelings and money that you have needed..

For you from me…

Does not mean I have to fund the payments.

Feel yourself  as your greedy soul starts to go bankrupt.

As I walk on still.

Far from you and your insanity.

I refuse to be less than what I am supposed to be.

Because of and the acts in which you are scared I might catch onto..

I Become stronger.

You shall be left in the cold

on your own

Lost in the deserts of your own neglected relations

with this beautiful soul

That you failed to treat in sane moments

However, you, like Stalin, created another identity

within yourself

that became the opposite of who had drawn me closer

You failed to snap out of your role

as an actor

Life is no play

Your curtain has been lowered.

I am the one applauding my true self

Wearing the shoes of strength as I never stopped walking

to my rightful promise lands
Mar 8 · 53
A Sweet Message
Give me just one taste

The flavor in the many ice cream

Scoops served in life…

As I feel too warm in the barren sun

Baring my way through life’s turmoil

Nothing comes from those who waste

Time not savoring the tastes of different

Ways of living a moment…

Naskin Robbins had a point of 32 flavors

As this heart is willing to try newer things

Newer ways

To enjoy each moment

In the light of words so true….

Bring me off my path to success for a breather

And we can share a cone

Together

Silently smiling into each other

A sweetly silently spoken

Monument.

Marking fresh ideas

Fresher targets

On the seas of life

A different pathway through

The lengthy water travels

Brightens up the once dark pathway

Leads the blind to newer and more exciting

Lands and it’s roadways gravel.
Mar 8 · 58
Rare Paintings
We are all rare paintings

Hanging in a gallery of the world

Abstract

Surreal

Technical

Many more designs of magical

Forced of genetics

Which created our images

A painter with a passion

Our bloodline maps the idea

As the bond of our family ignites

The design we all are seen on

A tapestry made of life and its forever living force

Judges cannot give the prize to any

Just one

As we all have a story within the vision

Of the art that we all are.

Share a smile and invite others to the gallery

As you are a bright message

Waiting to teach its knowledge

To the world

Of the worlds libraria

A valuable asset to the force that moves the Earth

A Solomon truth that marks history.

A book opened with well scripted passages.

Welcome to the “real world history.”

As souls originated well before the Earth.

Now splendor lights our way

Out of our mother’s womb

As we are born changing yet another day
Mar 8 · 32
The Social Fires
Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

Hands held out to ****** your last earned dime.

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

For your courage to stand up to those oppressors that warm up the air once colder

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.
Mar 4 · 45
A Moral Battle
Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes......?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for...
His  ideas are  deemed "illogical :
A "Vulcan"  in despair
Cast Away from His "Home Planet."

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them...?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I'm standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People's Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced "parenting"
of this "child"
Trapped in an Adult's body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who "judge"
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering...
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows...
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.
Feb 23 · 69
Invalid
Don't Cross the line
Asking questions
Defies the law of facts
You are ******
A broken train rail on the line
Communication is limited
Short Circuits in the machine
That defines one way rules
Democracy darkened into the
days of the USSR
Tools
To fix those Defined as "Broken"
by another
Damaged vessel
Both sink
As bitter submarines
A beautiful invention
As a clown at the helm
"Listen to  this word"
"I have spoken"
I shot my torpedo at your star ship
Damaging your will
Right at its hip.
Unable to walk
You need me as your wheel chair
Unable to separate
The air is thinner and we both begin to suffocate
Now neither one of us is all the way there
Feb 21 · 33
Doppelganger
Who am I?
A gaze into my eyes from
a reflection in the mirror.
Staring into myself
It seems, a stranger, is it any clearer?
Your mind is in a fog
Sailing into icebergs
Just like the Legendary Titanic
Every time you make a start
you sink to Life's Bottom
Your mind sinks quite quickly.
Blown apart
Seeing someone new
for the first time
You feel shy to yourself
A new greeting to your inner person
Heart on a dusty shelf
Mind in outer space
what can I do to perfect this face?
Even though the inside is half full
Insanity fills the rest at the top
Of fiery chemicals
My blood starts to burn
Away from me
It never sleeps or seems to want to stop.
Feb 20 · 73
Grey Wine
No life wishes to grow older

Add the lessons learned to this math

Age is a wine, aged, so much sweeter and bolder.

Worth the price of a few extra spent grey aged years

We fear the end

However, we never quite understand it.

Apon the moments before we meet such of our last moments

We shall be glad on how we aged and lived our lives

Learned and earned our wisdom

Witch sowed our end to our life’s ending

Our ever-after future

A tapestry carved in wood like a knife.
Feb 20 · 56
The Cuts of Lies
The Cuts of Lies

Russian Roulette

Every decision you make

Is there a bullet in the chamber?

For when the results end my existence

Life is at stake.

The powder is the cheers of the crowd

Enjoying the entertainment from seeing you fall

Standing like a skyscraper

Walking on the stains of your blood stained spot

Standing tall

Producing another future

To fill their hunger

The money they sow off your fallen

Ripped up and bleeding life

which they fail to even fix up with

Action over lies solving sutures.
Feb 10 · 61
Dinner Click
One day, I shall disappear

If one cannot see me there

What space would you fill?

When one has been, already, near.

A true and warm spirit

Muffled by voices of success and clicks

around his soul they shine a false light upon you.

He feels the weight of being the “invisible”

Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on

He gets up to walk away

Feeling that he is the “expendable.”

He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.

He understands the excitement of when people found their “niche.”

He tries to stick around..

even for one more night..

He feels as if a vision of

“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”

attend a party where he is not a part of their click.
Feb 10 · 53
The Endurance
Age makes us more experienced

Youth is what makes one innocent

In Between Such Lines

Lie Rebellion, Toxic Experimentation, and Developing Personas

Our souls grow weary

We question our place

We bask in a Meditation sauna

Finding strength to regain our grip on sanity

Eyes now wide open

We quickly fix our broken pieces

In our lives

Catching up to make up for lost years

Are we too late?

To outrun obsolescence fears?

Trailing us like a bad thunderstorm

Clouds seen lurking on the horizon

This is where strength and true bravery are found

From that last bit of strength within ourselves

We will fight back

Walking through the rains

Enduring a hail of critics and inner doubts

“Is this all that you’ve got?!”

Our voice echoes in our minds….

In our most critical moments…

A cheerful and warrior-like shout.
Feb 10 · 125
Washed Away
Up the mountains

Down the roads

We walk to find our way

To what and to when?

That is a question

I which our hearts ask us

Every day.

We fly when we need to be free

we ride the wagon

when we need companionship

Falling off with their push

We sail despairs seas

Upon our own exploration battleship

Wars waged due to misunderstanding

Fears

Watch all in our life fall

Ashes remain

We wash them away with our tears.
Feb 6 · 43
Picking Flowers
We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?
Feb 6 · 33
Happiness Vaccine
A smile is warmer than a frown

The sunshine it shares thaws frostbite

from the darker soul

the “Sad clown.”

I’d much rather carry a happy stride

than spread a diseased notion

of depressed and darkness.

It is easier to hide

It is easier to sink

Rather than push yourself back up

As you full from the edge

The brink…

The end…

When a beginning two can share.

Warm and well.

Happy and fruitful.

Actions speak louder

than any impressive shouted words.

We must prepare.

An antivirus for the dark side

A “Disease of the heart..”

which a shot of “happiness vaccine”

Can prevent such a harsh and sickly start.
Jan 17 · 44
Sickness
Sickness can distort a once clear mind.
Fever clouds the rational
Boiling away such clarity into clouds of Blind
Thoughts of darkness and of peril
"When shall this sickness leave me to peace?"
Mending the ruins that are left overs after the disease
filling  it's hunger
Once blurred sight clears
As such shall the mind
Be it ever so humble
To release a soul from a shaky bind?
I awoke after a hot and fiery dream.
Sweated pouring down my back as I returned to the waking moment.
Feeling the cold due to the absence of that one
Lady who held me tightly, in my dreams.
She pleased  my ****** hunger
She warmed my coldness of needing another
I made a wish upon a falling star
"Until she finds me and fills my life with color:
I smile, for a while, even if it were a dream
We were able to share a moment
Just her and I
What form of regret comes?

After a time, that was yours, for the victory

You failed to take it…..

Gaining back moments and lost time

Seemingly nonrefundable from history.

However, you gain desperation as a weight

trying to gamble your last few remaining

Hourglass chips on a hunch

Of what a moment shall win you

Sometimes losses wound an ego until such needs a crutch.

You look towards the sun

Wondering where all of your lost days have gone

You lost the game spending time planning your move

Now…it is you who must relearn life’s game

and relearn how to live each sand grain of the hourglass

and regain your Dance of Life … it’s miraculous Groove
Jan 11 · 27
Night Moves Warmth
My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong

Signaling waves of physical feeling, warmth of a beating heart felt, and ****** moves exchanged.

Though miles apart, we are physically and in soul, together.Real.

Our blood flows through our veins and we appear to each other as our bodies sweat and touch is fused and cannot be changed.

The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real

Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near

we fuse together.

Real love and the desire for one another satisfied

as the remote seduction pleasurably brings our bodies to wet and desired ******

Forever.

We long for our lives to become just as fused as our psychic bodies..

we know the attraction is here…

we both ****** under a huge yellow moon….

as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love

between two people from two far away places

Sweat draws full and near…

Our hearts begin to swoon….

as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another

in pure exotic form..

we are now physically and soulfully an art-form alike no other..

The ritual of the senses is a fire that rages on..

Until we return to our originating soul’s taken up places….

We know we never need to feel alone or deep in separation from our bodies..souls…and love..

For we can fly, at will, remotely to greet one another as our eyes

lock

as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.
Jan 11 · 38
Happy Like Clowns
Snow less colder days have blanketed our lands

We stay close to one another

To brave the seasons of cold

United hands

After the storm there is a calm

We relieve the pain of the blizzard

Through hearts of warmth and a reinforced hold of an-other’s palm

Working hard to earn our bread

we shall never falter

For care of one another wards away the dread

One being caught in this “depressive snow storm” shall never take us down

We are united by heart and by land

People who can never or ever have to shed tears of lonesomeness

Spirits bond forever

As we remain.

Happy like Clowns.
Jan 11 · 31
Hide In The Shade
Hide in The Shade

You are a high powered energy.

Intelligence and experience taught this one

To think and react high above those testy underneath the sun

Flaming like the sun

Cool as the moon

his tides gave him strength to not only hold on and stay strong

You are a watch ticking the time until you find your way..

A new day.

Under the sun. Where you shall run,freer, than with those who are scared of a sunburn

So they stay in their “safe” and cold shades.

I shall be the one who embraces the heat and rightfully created days

of the one who once remained to the equal of their suite.

As you were afraid to be alone..

Now, to be freer, that  is  now a warm and satisfying energy

That heats this once cold body to the bones.
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