I opened an email today. I was told of how I must look "Good" in order to be "Taken Seriously" or "If People wish to Even Take You At All."
Like David Copperfield, The Caged Tiger,  and The Joker.
Placed in "One Big Finale."  The "Entertainment" of this "Show" had started.
The Joker was not like all the rest. He became evil by being outcast,since youth, into adulthood; for scars that were not of his own  doing.
He decided to "Pay Back" The "Normals" in one big "Contest to Win The right To Live and Not for the Tiger to have your "Pretty Little Faces to Maw."
David Copperfield thought he could Escape and to "Save everyone's day" "From the scared up ugly which had made "His own choice to become Evil."
As the judges took their seats, the contest was about to begin.
A puff of smoke, some mirrored tricks, and a flashed destraction and David thought he was "Home Free."
Grabbing for the form in the clouds he thought was the "Joker," he grasped for the capture.
"Poor Magic Boy!" - The Joker sneered as he took his place at the start. To grab some finally deserved spot light and a chance to **** an "Animal with Color that isn't Very Hard to Use for David's Adventures."
Whipping at the beast and working in a wooden chair, finally the Tiger Spoke Out.
"Why must you Human's Use me as a prop? A
Defined Addition as People's Property?"
"Why So Serious? You've got your fame, as Magic Boy's Lackey!"
Swiping the Joker to the ground with one strong whip of his front left paw, he knocked out the Joker, but, he never killed him.
Busting out the door, running for the Jungle.
Words were understood as the "Prop Animal" ran for his freedom.
"What makes me different, Makes Me Strong. I survive not only because of my 'Animal Survival Instincts,' however, the faith and determination to fight for my rights  to be true to who and what I am and to be free."
"Free to  rule My Own Earned thrown in my Rule in my very own  Kingdom."

A voice was a gift
Placed into the Human Physiology
For one being to express one's self to another.
Song, speeches, and scripts acted.... ohh the lift!
Up into a new rush.
Better than drugs, liquors, and...."hush."
I'd hate to ruin a great feeling.
To hear your voice
I am like "marry poppins" and her Uncle.
When laughter strikes us as we laugh glued to our ceilings.
"Ohh....to find you. Just to be near you.
"Peter pan" believes
"I, more than fairy tales"
True belief. I flew through skies of color.
At just one thought of being with "that one....no more than us two!"
Truth is spoken here.
If you chose not to hear, how can you truly understand?
A true heart that beats.
More than a moment of a sensual "druglike rush"
This lone man does test waters, holds back, and remembers how he stands.
Tall, proud, and here for the one.
If she would take the chance and choose to deeply
"Believe."
That I am unlike "all the rest."
As you can fly like me and "tinker bell "
And good old "young and our true pal Peter Pan"
Flying upon angel's wings
"Just say those words to the response to a question of a loving man"
Words speak.
Louder than actions.
Just at the end of the sound of your voice...
I'll fly to you, in true heart, as fast as I truly can.

I walked through the city and I saw a horrific vision.
Before my path were two individuals.
Shouting over a Super Market Tabloid and who knew more about what they had read in cold and calculated argumentative decisions.

Emotionally "boxing" for the "belt" in "Who was right"
and the Heavyweight Championship in "I have More  Net Worth."
Such sickened me...I tried to avoid such "nasty frights..."

As I tried to walk around the area and to push to stay out of "Center Ring."
I was drug in.
Forcibly to fight in a  "Three way" match..

With those who are enraged by what "haunts" their "sight"
A lit match...A fire to now rage and burn...
I was scolded by the heat in the middle of the flames.....
I threw my "emotional water" onto such and won an "unseeded battle."

Desperation to "win" the "street" "Judgement" "Boxing" "Battle."
I pulled away and responded "I need not join in your wars."
"This world has enough troubles..due to such..I do not need to explain. It takes two. You both have already lost"
Walking away, they looked at me and then themselves in question.
They knew that the moment they decided to "Fight this fight"
they both had lost...The minute one "began" and the other decided their need to have to "finish" and had to be "tough" and  "fought."
Each person may not "look the same...."
Nor be the "most attractive."
Life is not a "competition"
It is all in one's everyday needs and in their own "Interpretive visions"
Most are the "norm"
Yet we fight.
Most of us think with "over-inflated egos" as staged by those "fools" already lost in the tabloids that push us to live alike the ones who die in Hollywood.
Yes, it is nice to be wanted. To be sought after.
Every day, some "normal" "non lit pathways"  are  a gift.
For the attention gets "quite old..."
When one doesn't have a moment to be alone to take a breath..
After being in "center ring" almost all their lives..
Through  being "good" at a certain "artistic or inventive gift" in life...
The Paparazzi suffocate one to death...
Being unable to start a family due to your "Society's level's rules"
and "Who you can date and cannot date isn't "Cool as ice"
It cuts through one's heart...
Emptiness is sharp like a blade and it cuts like a knife.
For age, talent, looks, money, and fancy items are fine in movies, on stages, and great "fairy tales" in the great "Emerald City" that is renamed "Hollywood."
But, by being "Dorthy" in "Kansas" at least with her dog "toto"
She shall marry a normal guy, maybe excel in small business, or get short spurts of "spot light"
She shall smile and look back....
"I , at least was not a death notice in a Supermarket Tabloid..."
"A Scandal"
or "Told who I could befriend and who I am ordered to avoid."
"I won this fight in "Center ring.."
I saved my "true nature for my "after the dance was over life."
I changed out of my "dancing shoes..."
"I avoided being cut by fame and it's  icy cold and judgemental knife."

I was captured by her grasp.
A cruel disease
As my stomach howled and shrunk to the emptiness
She laughed as my body got sick and less strong.
I tried to force her away.
The "disease of the mirror"
This goddess was too evil to be drawn out.
As I shrunk in size and grew weak to her calling.....
I screamed in pain, silently.
As I never thought people would understand why I was falling.
I was caught as I dropped to the floor...A broken male ragdoll.
As skinny as a puppet and unable to admit his defeat....
Those who cared for me most had picked up my remains..
Brought them in for repair.
Now this "evil temptress tries and tries" to "Over take the new me."
As I still must remain in the supportive eye of those who know how to tame her....
They make sure I never disappear into "thin" air.
As this broken Male still looks onward for a more permanent solution to his "Mealtime" dilemma....
He thanks those who cared for him, came forward, and pushed him into "Class."
Now, to honor all for their belief in me, I press onward to find the right school to add to their" class alumni...."
I thank those friends well known and strangers to "society."
As I shall stay strong with hope. As "Mrs. Anorexia" shall never get the best of this supported and stronger soul...
I shall never fall back into her grasp and shall never give in..
To be her victory as she watches me slowly die.

If I saw you on the street and I stopped to say, "hello..."
Would you shake my hand and wish to get to know this once soul defined as "stranger..."
Or would you ignore the buzzing voice and rush to your safety zone?
If you had remembered me as from my mistakes and I worked hard to prove, to you, my peers....
The changes and strides I've made to change myself and the world........
For the better, would you applaud and then think better of me....?
Or would you laugh in my face,ignore me......shunning me like a virus......?
A cold you wish not to catch from
Taking in conversation and bright ideas from my
"So called fake and diseased stink?"
Fumes of radiation sparked by thick headed "reactors" wishing not to close down the power of bigitry?
This once great society is dying.
From diseases not caught by human disease....
However, sicknesses of "judgmental slots required , by you , as defined in order for an added friend or business friend to fill.."
Slots remaining open due to closed eyed people trying to direct other closed eyed people to what "defines" a "better way"
Which only spells "doom."
Politicians never covering the "needs of state"
However, added into a pile of useless debates
"Drama, finger pointing" and "don't vote for what we shall prove , 'a black sheep in white whooled costumes?"
A continuous vote for another politician full of promises, however, filling no "society and country binding actions and fabric lunes?"

We must offer help to "those who truly need" and not "selectively help those who appear to need such support" yet leaving those "real desperate and in dire straits need "
Refused that rightfully needed "helping hand" and who are left to suffer and continue to bleed?

It is the blind leading the blind.
Drama entertaining a vote
And "Hollywood politics" that we have elected those who neglected the whole country and place importance to a need of their own selfish agenda?
It's like substituting natural sugar with cancer causing fake sugar that is their "healthy light and Splenda "

We need to fix what's broken.
Not what's already running.
For within our boarders......
We are silent voices never allowed to be spoken.
In fear of opposing the "majority" and being like a paper tossed into a pail.....
If one speaks up in selfless chance....
Who wishes to fix and replace those broken cogs and sprockets in the "machine of the political nation..."
We failed George Washington in all honor and honesty....
We have failed the people who need the change of broken wheels...
For no transportation of equal healing and needed rewritten programs that make our nation's machine break down....
With every election due to one with "less scandal and less interest in what's in plan to be changed"
Then our machine shall destroy Uncle Sam
And we shall betray what hard work and selfless natures bring......A flooded land due to not fixing a broken "****."

I've been walking down a road of thumb tacks
Each fowl word and evil glance they give
Sticks into your Human flesh.
You try and lift up your head.
But, their judgment  crown of thorns cuts to streams of blood.
As my tourmented soul wishes for the relief of being dead.
Drying tears of emptiness of the lack of supporters by your side.
You scream, aloud, due to years of useless torment, yet not one ear ever hears.
You fear you'll be preyed upon by the packs of emotional wolves waiting for you to just make one simple mistake.
They attack you in numbers.
Tearing your soul's flesh to shreds
As you fear your life is a useless spot taken.
You feel like a joke.
The more the predators lurk like vultures in the desert....
Onward you walk in a barren land not fitting in for some odd defined reasoning.
You lose your strength to go on.
The bullies have battered your head in....
Like a boxer....you are too punch drunk to think.
As your sanity is tested by ice you walk upon that's mighty thin.
"Watch how you walk"
One false move.....you fall into frozen and cold waters.
You shall freeze to death from backs that turn away...
Turning once warm and sweet air to a dark and bitter air .
frozen to cold.
Dying,slowly, alone, would anyone care to rescue a battered and now shivering soul.....
After the bullies forced you to fit into "their version of Society's "
Mold.

Masks are faces in which people hide their fear, pain, and heart.
In fears and pain most of us are dramatic play-writes
Finishing a Shakespearean drama with laughter masking the tears of pain as we struggle, in life, with it's beasts of torment...With our sword of strength we use in the fights.
The ****** after being
the remains of our broken souls
Upon finding that trustworthy partner, in life, friend or lover...
We show our true faces and bear all.
Together...
Sharing the burdens, laughter, pains, and drama that comes from being
"Cast into our drama and our life's stages.."
We, in turn, start writing our life's memoirs, together.
Happy to bear the wages...
Sometimes lost to the battles won after our "Play Bill" is filled as with each act in our "Scripts."
Our families...
We are made up of fellow play writes who can, in front of such people, take off our masks and allow the illusions in which we have created, to dissipate and clear like smog...
We can allow our hair to fall down...Like "Rapunzel..."
and leave our "Protective sheltered towers"
and bear life's played out tragedies, together.
As friends and people in relations of sharing equal support and interest in roaming where our "act" tours....
We remain true and bonded, together, as such beautiful sights are to be taken in....
We skip down the remained of "The Yellow Bricked Road"
as we finally reached the "Emerald City.."
as we passed through the acres of colorful flowers.
Alike Dorthy and her new found friends....
We enjoy the journies, in one another's existances and roles in our plays of life, retiring only when our souls also reach their true found ends.

The nights grow long
As the days grow even shorter.
The trees do the dance of "Autumn's Colors"
While the winds, blow cooler, and the Earth starts to wind down for Winter's sleep for starters.
The whole process creates a "new season's passion" in my heart.
People change their swim suits for a more "warmer" fashion.
The days gave us the sun to warm and entertain us
Through the summer through "the dance of the shadows."
Now the "hallow's eve," which lies before us
Creates the chance to plan the best costumes and funniest "drunken nights" as those intoxicated sing in chorus.
I sleep in with "daylight savings time"
As I cheer with my cup in hand....
A "toast"
In cheer until next year to "me. Summertime."

Some people can be as independent as ""mountainman jack."
Living tall with ax rested in arm with his hound dog, jake, by his side.
Sharing adventures as "hunter and master."
Others get frantic while left out of a crowd.
So, even while  in a crowd , he gets scared and he is Leary of even having themselves to entertain (for even a single moment).
As coins have two sides, as such does a person.
I take thrills going on adventures as a "lone gun" and one outlaw who takes in  the thrill .
Resting and keeping his strength for the next "thrill of the take. "
(like an outlaw resting his weary head by a raging fire.
Alone in areas ..with only beautiful stars ,above, in which to guide him ;as He roams into the next town (he then smiles upon his horse. Riding until he  finds his next gunned adventure).
The  well thought out man also loves being part of a team. Waving the flag and motivating fellow players when He was front offense.( knocking the soccer ball through wide areas and trickfully passed to another team member for a winning shot).
(Then He does get tired of only flipping to social strides)
Tossing results,again,  for"the one-of-two and one or the other, of " both sides of that coin." Outcome )
Being   too long , on the run,  as a lone gun,  has dulled itself to the need to be part of that "larger team.."
(Yet, that team sitit needs a rest .(as to be by oneself...)
Deep and peaceful , to either think, plan a great future idea, or smile as I daydream at funny, older events that never cease to make me laugh.)
I'm never needy. I will not die if I'm alone.   Since  having another around merely  sweetens my tray and selection of doughnuts, however, being not of oxygen, I pass on the extra calories..

Where does the heart find a more loving way....
When rowing it's boat to destiny with only one oar?
A crooked rudder that "rusts into a mind of his own."
Where do the answers lie upon a half a map, torn in the center where "c marks this island's spot?"
Half of getting to the heart's needed destination is factual, yet, with missing facts, the fun of improvisation and imagination of your arrival thrill the soul to energies triple above another human heart's
"Seemingly" a rush to get to love's paradise first.
Neither of the sort, rather a tasty mixture, such ways of love's sail clenche even the most seemingly untamable thirst.
An anchor that refuses to raise to full mark your mistakes with others.
Yet, the weight of others expecting more than the "norm"
Such strengthen the beating muscle. Pumping oar and multitasking as one stears to shores makes a work out which proves one's strength even through the most questioning of lonely times.
You are made of stronger stuff.
A forgiving nature, thrills of looks of the opposers as you beat their lies down, and your determination  to never quit, sink to the bottom, and share eternity with "Davy jones,"
As lonely as he must be,"Davy, I have to take raincheck. I promised my spirit to strong "will"
You shall never give in to the doubts of the "singing bones."
As heard from their forgotten and caved in graves. " I drink of my cask and cheer" as the scenery marks the closeness to finding "love's paradise island."
"Stories shall be told of an unprepared and mostly misunderstood love pirate who made waves.
Discovering himself through every flash through bumps into other ships along the way.....
I never fail to earn a bigger laugh, a smile, or other clearly redirected days.....
To when I'll set anchor at the island's port.
Through all my legends of being a more "evil and selfish love bandit, "
this " passionate pirate" shall see his love and meet her after docking.
Earning both her hand and marriage.
After reaching these beautiful and sometimes thought of "fictional folk lore,"
Upon entrance to the "perfect landing place and society."
I'll read to her my logs.
Our additional beauty (as told by the warm fires as written for and to one another.)
These Stories our children shall pass, the likes of embellished life's tales, (their own earned editions to the family book)to their children's children.
All gained through determination, belief in something grander than myself, and travels inspired by pure caring wisdom.

Waves of deep, blue, and soothing Ocean  Waters
Wash my body into a different plain.
Soothing and totally refreshed.....
The rhythmic way the tides washed my once chaotic soul.....
I awoke from insanity's Trance
A whole, peaceful, and less volatile personality...
My warmer energies are free to shine, on all, who pass my way.
What changes a once chaotic and jumpy sort like myself?
Choosing to deeply enter the realm of enlightenment and that secret place where only the elder's still true and living voices are able to speak to me...
Man to man....
The elder's spoke to me of a more successful and peaceful life...
Only after I turn down the fires of anger and jealousy...
The releasing of Venomous and Revengeful traits...
Now, I have awaken!
A more grounded, deeply feeling, and clearly travel destined soul..
Enjoying new friends he makes in his travels and letting go of those who, alike me are still worn and lost in an anger - filled and volatile soul.....
Bound to a world before I entered the "Realm of the Elders"
where my relaxed soul carried me in soothing and cleansing oceans...
Until after my untimely re return.....
After I became the listener and never a "Speaker..."
I returned a new man. Taught in the fine art of being "Human."
Losing materialistic,power hungry, and unneeded confusion ..
I then became a free flying creature.

I am a man. That is all I can or cannot be.
If you need an ear to talk too...Please don't turn judgement upon mine.
We are both Human and worthy of equal in realms of needs or wants.
I only ask for you to understand the soul-inside with an open eye.
For it is only then can you see nor judge a blessing from a catastrophe.

I awoke this morning and decided to enjoy or work the day to the most brightest full....
The more I worked out of pure wish to thrive and enjoying those who enjoy my company, thick or thin..
I saw my own rainbow...
I felt the relief of worry fall from my mind. The balance of self and beauty came back.
I was ready...
For a newer way to begin.
I might have been hurt by many so many times before.
I got sick of my trust walls blocking my time to be sweetly spent with those I have just met or friends I have bumped into, along my days path.
Wether it to get to and from work
Or to share more content with a world in which to make my love a creativity a job.
The ways in which I approached each barrier became as bright as the sun.
Burned right through the wall dividing me from just anyone.
All my positive works had already warmed other's and reinforced a new life, which I have started to make for myself, as each moment begun.
I am sick of despair's cages. So I broke free.
Now the old me is freer to be what I allays could be.
In time, people shall see the new and free me.
Moments are truly like the movie "What about Bob." So brilliantly made indirect and directly in it's symbolization.."
"Baby Steps out the door. Baby Steps to the bus...Baby Steps to the next moment.."
When I truly set free all know expectatons of me and felt as if "I were on my own personal vacation."
Even in a busy day.... I didn't need to talk.Just smile.
For I "Baby-stepped the path of mine into a newer and brighter day."

I look outside the windows and wish to be more free to see the world.
To show gratefulness  for freedom beyond my limitations
So I wish to give back to the world.
Roads to travel
New Cities to see.
New people to sing and share gifts with
Or simply get to know
My limitations have showered me with physical pain and the lack of a truer independence.
If I had the means and generosity for help to get me started
I'd return after my trip and share some deep gratitude.
My illness is not one to shut me up or treat me like a child.
It needs better understanding
Better research
So others stricken can achieve "true wishes granted"
So deeply well

The greatest way to express your inner beauty
Is through what is inside. That natural "beauty."
It's the way you create and expect simply those to become inspired by your works.
Blood, sweet, and tears that are shared with a sometimes unforgiving art and viewer society.
It's the way you told me "never to stop" as I almost placed my artistic tools down due to feeling the void of the world's way of making one feel "invisable."
While those jealous of my threat of talent tried to keep me on the ground...
It was your hand and the gift to help me up that is so profound.
When I see other artists, I see a "family" and a "special community.."
Held together by the strong stitches binding the fabric which is true "unity."
When I rate a painting, read a creative passage, or I hear a new song..... I welcome another so brave  to share.
I unite them with one another.
They might not buy your work, they might "dog" it down.
The artists of our unity told me "never give up due to what appears impossible and unreachable."
"For the day will come and so will the miracle."'
Of others appreciating, openly , what creative pieces come from the soul."
"For even the ugly duckling had growing pains before he grew into a swan."

You can have me shunned....throughout my town.
You can fool those in "charge" with fake innocence and charm.
The truth always comes out. Even through Karma
And you are now the one "playing the clown."
You might have thought that what evil you espected in me was the "truer" "definition."
It was your reflection exploring the path of not going down, alone.
"I forgive your cruel actions and words". For someone who needs their "hunt for the day" fails to see the good in ones self.
Actions and kindness. No "repeating" your game. Made us both think of having been both left, cut by loneliness. To the bone.
Not everything is what it seems or can be truly known through plain words.
For after your storm, even after the pain.
The rains your misunderstanding heart poured upon me never got a reaction or hate from my soul.
Even though I'm now shunned by the flock...
My day will come where hearts shall see the real me.
I'll be back with the rest.
As I sent blessings in actions and never acted in hurtful vein.

The Colors of purple, blue, green, and violet appear as the sun lowers in the distant horizon.
A big ball of energy and of light..... The Earth Spins
The sun exposes itself, to other parts of this beautiful planet, in which to warm them.
The moon is seen "simply" as "Magically "
appearing in the background.
"It must be my turn, once again, to shine and to  light the night-time Earth." (The Moon says to himself).
The grounds cool.....
People return from work to be with their loved ones.
They relax with one another to enjoy some much needed free time and such "simpler moments of splendor."

I am starting to wish to be like the sun.
Staying light to those I meet and traveling to warm, others, who come across my way.
Enjoying the same moments as They have learned to enjoy.
I used to be like the moon.
I used to wait for great things to happen.
Shining, only in one direction at one person and even moments,short livex..... wishing to enjoy or see them for any true extended periods..
Only limited times and "safe feeling-spirts."
I had never been warm, energetic, nor "light-filled"
As the darkness made me "The man in the moon..."
A smile on my face...No open eyes nor senses.
Staying my own distance...
in which  to protect my heart from damages.
It was me who needed to have the sun remind me of such..As I have been sunburned.
however,
the light and heat (of the friendly rays) warmed me up and gave me a more adequate light....
in which for my eyes to see.
Now, I feel more like him, "Mr. Sun."
I wish to keep warm, bright, moving, energy-filled and free.
Fueling the world around me, with more energy, and keeping the joy , of such, in my heart to stay.
Open eyed, more wiser, clearer minded, and a now happier soul..
A greater form of the one
(who was once unwilling to change to a brighter and  a "newer" me..)
A brighter person,now,  for the world to discover.....
I shall remain mentored an inspired by "Mr.Sun."
Like hum, as the night sets in,unafraid.....
As I rise and I set.

I aged like wine and I earned my sweetness.
Yet, my label is older and torn... So wanting someone to sample my vintage is just a  plain politic mess.
Dates need cars, looks, and less "vintage of wines."
Heroes and artists must have a fancy wrapper before their beauty can be known.
Hopelessness fills those who are in the middle of going "nowhere."
This is a gentle wind I usher in not the seeds of a storm I've tried to have grown.
Too old to date, not talking "rob the cradle,"
I'm talking about discretion, youthfulness not yet seen in me, and to create my own family.
Mistakes are forgiven more to the youth than those a little Older.
Careers are cast to those who look, act, aged little, however, failed to do their parts.
In this world, ideals and values are important.
Weigh them wrong by just one once.....
One's world becomes a lot colder.
If one is told he has "title" to be less friends he can make, less chances given
"Since older dogs cannot learn newer tricks."
He is eaten away by emptiness and being weighed by those too morally tough to see the inner being.
The true inner soul starts to  die , slowly , as it is made sick.
Not. Everyone is who they appear to be.
Loyal, honest, caring, and more bright in my individual beliefs and strong morals I wish to have shown
Enjoying fun days and being a "band" instead of a lone street guitarist sounds more worth it to me.
Looks open doors, not hearts. Until they are known.
Just like treating  each bright opportunity with an individual nature in which to award it.....feels just and unblinded.
Questions, problem solving, and less judge mental shuns of this "vintage wine" is never a taste experience left free.
If the label said and looked the way you demanded, yet, unaged wine is bland and ****.
If there was no label, yet the taste was outstanding, wouldn't such a deep drink of such is worth the investment?
Got "out with the older" and in with the newer" does work fine most of the time.
If you were to say, like wine, "older means more tasteful, wise, and bolder" can fit your spot of social and career opportunities......
Just take a sip of my wine's vintage flavor...
To get another bottle, you would travel through many cities...

To grow closer to one another
Rather  than us  being the one forcing themselves to be alone.
Is being an open listener.
It's in  true understanding that makes me feel, proud,  to be a part of the many, rather than the one lost, in ones' self, and  alone.
We are all flowers slowly blooming to show our true colors.
Slowly growing past the shallow end of life's pool..
and diving, one after another, from the highest point into the deepest end.....
Of a pool into waters so deep and so very enjoyably cool.....
From a hot and blaring sun...it feels so nice...to escape...
To offer another, thirsty for companionship, an ice filled drink in a full cup....of joy and laughter....
Of the best of me to share...
I grow with and care for all...
The "wonderland flowers" (which  Allow this "****" the chance to grow from what was a "dandelion") and who then  blooms, into being seen as a rose...A fellow "Flower."
As Roses, We might have our thorns...
But we wake up after the damage of blame, shallowness and scorn.
This world might be a rough place, now...
Expanding our garden, for the other blooming flowers, is in the true nature...to leading even our youngest once lost, into life's bigger and larger gardens or oceans..

Of a society to grow from a dark patch of weeds..
Children especially... we need to them help to  grow.
Into a flower ,more beautiful than us elders...
the beauty in all of us shall, surely amongst them, invite them in..
As true support is the fertilizer that they have been free to enjoy, appreciate, and to truly have grown with, and loved to have  known.
For ,after us  older flowers wither and die...
the young seedlings (that are  sprouting and have watched us shine in color....In life's garden....
They shall have  known..
In which truer  which way to in which to  point for the warmth of sun, needed...
rains to water them and to cool them as they grow...
, and how to survive and to duck from the "steps of the bad-souls that try and smash them along the way..."
Their misguided feet missed our young flowers...

They shall be tall and grow even more beautiful...
As we gave them equal in a world where such, beauty is from our truer hearts..
and our life's cups, should remain, always full.
The garden shall then be made to spread "world Wide.."
As we grow
freedom for tearing down, a once too-tall and unneeded, garden wall.

I feel like I am deaf in the heart
As other's Lips Move. I hear a statement.
But it wasn't what   I thought.
I was mislead by beautiful words yet actions broke me.
My windows are all becoming broken and *****...
My home has no clear views, now.
I've become blind. I have fallen and cannot see.
I am a scared heart. I have been seen one way. I know I'm another.
Now, I am stamped permanently, now, even though we were once close to one another.
Now, we are no longer sister and brother.
A broken beat and muffled speaker. Laughs from others
As what I give is never good enough.
I smile as I laugh, now.
I rise up in the fire.
I can bear the smoke.
I am strong and tough...
In my mind, I have had enough. However, my heart beats even harder and brighter.
I love this feeling.
Like smoking a blunt as you light it with a lighter.
I know what my true definition, deep down inside this dictionary people seem to read.
Look up loyal. There is my photo.
So speak down or speak up my music and writing lives on.
So, if you don't like what you see or what you hear, move on.
For I'm unkillable . walk on other's backs. This one is not looking to you based upon...
Now I'm seeing clearer and not believing the sign language.
I'm doing great...I'm here.
Either see the real me or read another lie.
For this man refuses to lie down and cry.

The sounds of others laughter and happiness of companionship...
taunts into me
through the old hotel walls.
As my soul lies here dying and craving a light from dark and shadowed halls. The shadows that lurk...
That are my days spent, alone. You sit and desire not to join those "public" masses of "Break feast"
As to be the "ridicule and blame ,"  
visions from your damaged past, show up within messages ironically playing...the song entitled "defeat."
They are  like broken records in a "Plays" sounding card, indefinably left to play and to broadcast.
You have forgotten what it is like to be youthful.
As when you have tried to enter life's "diner...."
A person "lets out a leg to trip you........."
As laughter fills your despair's cup to full.
Walking out due to being shamed and to  have been the one chosen to be the "example," the knife that started to cut....so you avoid and  you stay out.
The horror of being shamed has battered your heart.
Your self lies their in the dark. No escaping those who chose to find a way to hound you..
you let yourself suffer and starve.
As you wish to avoid the "emotional cut.."
that the youthful" and the "rebellious" have started to carve..
You try to snap out of this "silent" "insanity...."
Yet, there is no hand of friendship that is free to help guide you....."to lift you back up"

As you slipped from your feet.
"Just don't take it to heart..."
They tell you this time and time again..
As those who taunt you are allowed to stir around and to stomp into your bravery...
"Fly Away"
"away, "you hurt again and again from even more defeat.
For rules of "society" are never equally sided by those elders that provided
Sunday masses or spiritual strength in meditation.
To the masses....
Sounds like "Hesitation..."
I wave on despair's taxi
"as I will not be needing a ride."
You scream for all to hear on this almost empty and barren city street.

I'm set to plan my rise in the same heart's "room"
I started to die and pay for in stride....
"No More!" like in the Pink Floyd Album :The Wall.."
The song "The Trial" blasts in your mind...
"At kast another one hit wonder..."
Plays on from the same sound stage
as that once over-played song "What does this sound like?"
"Patronage..."
You have now tipped the fresh musician that has refused to fall to their freshly written song, "rage."

I am a man. A good man.
Your thoughts of hate and discriminative conceptions..
of what I "must stand for,"
Of "What I know  I should not be forced to stand for.."
"Wealth and Vanity's fools..."
Such are the  only ""Minds" who  create  a "rule" in the "Social Book"
as "created" and "made-up"
only from and by   an "insane mind..."
Ones who have "Turned  on" "others"
...  and ....the "only type" of "personalities"  that have  "needs"  "made of such" unneeded" "darkness"
and "Morals"
Such,turning a "person" into a "Defined," "Labeled," and   "poorly-typed personality," "into "such defined , wrongly, as a "person" considered as a "kind.."

As the only "soul" who "defines" their thoughts
of a "poorly defined" lifestyle"  as  "such as"a required "company creating" rule ,"

Such, where only "sloppy" and "unhealthy " diners "think"  of" as  a " tool..."
as "such unhealthy" Thinking  is as "successful"   are as  "beneficial to one's soul"
As what  "lost food-poisoned"  recipes where   "lost souls" can  "grow lonely" and as a "lone" "ranger," who is  more and more ""poor...."

Due to their "insecure recipes"  
Their ill-fated "needs"  of what only what their "unsafe" Book's "Recipes"
where only "unwanted-securities"
Are "Tasty" "facts" which are whipped up on "trays"  created  by  these "eccentric"  and "overpowering" "kinds" of "chef's" "requirements"
Are only ill-guided "thoughts" made up  by "misguided " "entities"
The "sickly and untried souls untried" and those now "Unkind.."
Those "insecure people"  who are, "inside and out," truly lost," and now "poor"...
Inside..."
Not  made of  the most "secured" of "ingredients" and out of  "life's festered insanities...."
and never of "sanity"
   of "minds" in which they are in >financially" in store to be truly "poor"
well, such >hurtful energies, beliefs, thoughts, and words...."
Words where such  never   have any worth.
Nor "truer life's path" can be    "plotted"  where  any   "bearings," can  "lead" my life "in-less than "fake" or "hectic waters"
of the rocky surf...
Sports that ,Rather than "thrill much needed true fully" needed    "mapped " "courses"
They land us to Where neither  "a true  meaning in my soul," is truly a needed "destination."

here in my beautiful heart...
I wish to not let such trips land my head in a ditch. Or worse.
I become hateful and judgmental, to others, as you forced into my programming logic to be..
continuing the cycle, like yours imposed, forcibly on me...
"Blind out of fear and question," to "what I am "or "what I never  needed to" "be...."
I turned myself, my thoughts, and my acts around and I am truly able
to step back, process, understand and remove such "unneeded" parts added in the world,
where the moment became "sunniest" and "Clearest"
When I decided to "grow up" and "accept and correct my own misguided mistakes"
"I manned up" and I could ,finally,  "correct   such hurtful motions to souls that my bad and old actions had broken"
...as "I finally put my pieces back together,"
I  can now, and "more than I  ever needed in" "my  wrecked spirit" to be
Free, " to grow in dignity" and in my own "open-eyed" mind
  "Decide"
Due to a now"  truer spirit..."
"I can truly see" and (more than I  ever wanted to be, free_)
I am now," freer" to "be more" of "the truer me"
" I am  me."
.
Since, now,, I can truly open my once closed eyes   "clearly", " see.."
around  others, as you have forced my fragile soul  make me acceptable in your crazy world
As this "computerized brain" was  forced to act out a programming, which he was never compatible with such illogic to become, and I try to fire down upon a "weaker one..."
.I took on him my toll...My fire.....My fear....Illogic you handed into my life, uneedingly, suffering as he has now to bear because of what you scared me to treat his programming to become...
He shorts out....
His fragile soul shatters...
I'm now a new "weapon of mass destruction"
In your Sick life's army.....
What you thought was "just"
It never, ever, justly ever once matters....
In "a real world" where uniqueness should be cheered to thrive..
Planted, nurtured and gardened to grow....
Out of your sick "social demands " as such, I label "experimentation on what you call the weak,"
Such will some day haunt you until you are at your dying way.
Definitions of what I require as a man....
Intimacy justly needed...
Equally sprinkled with love and honor...Just and Deserved Trust....
"Sickness" which  you have tried to "Cure"
was nothing more than untrue stories and a door to your sad, pathetic, and hurtful face, I must now slam..
One cannot survive to see in forced "illogic,"
Forged from your "Fears and Misguided Brining up as a child"
Was instilled into.... "Your parents fears," from them and " "justly" programmed  or forced from your "sickness....such as what is this refusal to face uncertainty" made a disease in you to stick...
..in an avoidance to " faced raced obstacles"   and your "Inner Child's Add to dictionary and malnourished voice ignored  your own "
  you had to endure as a child..
You never stopped to question any "sickness from poor programs of bad parenting or your own poor understanding of another's lifestyle.."
or be programmed as such programming that another demands and believes as "pure and just.."

Tears swell in the corners of my tired and weary sad eyes.
I am a pearl. Now trapped inside of an Oyster.
If I could find a way out, then the shell would open.
My beauty then shines and brings forth beauty's sighs.
Mistakes. I've made plenty.
I do walk a tight rope. I'm in the Circus.
I walk this "thin line" to "Prove my new act."
However, I sometimes become tipsy. I stagger over.
I find my balancing pole.
I stand tall and walk up and down a once impossible trail.
I have found my "Four Leaf Clover."
Learning from others whom I look up too.
Bright lights which shine.
The "Dr. Marian Luther King,jr.'s, the Kennedy's, and the Elton John's" in people's higher qualities is what gets me by.
I followed their lead and left the "big top."
I earned my ticket on board a train to Broadway.
Where drama, mistakes, and success make one a Hero or a Legend.
Instead of an outcast, a mistake that was made too many times, and also a lone Ranger. Who has  a bounty on his head so high that people seek him out to cash in his life. Rather than to watch him perform his "act."
I've cleaned the rough edges.
I wipe the tears from my tired eyes.
I take advantage of a well earned sleep.
This "actor," now on Broadway, dreams deep.
Planning his next story line on his typewriter.
For his once mysterious and unclear story, "of  his life," has now been best told on the stages of the Legends and Stories. Where they have  already been expressed upon them.
Long before a rocky end due to a man never "seeing the candle" that e was
"In the wind" as Elton sang so beautiful of Maryilyn Monroe.
He never was "blown to darkness and smoke." from clinging to his older "act."
He now shines brighter, still.
He is the Actor who earned his presence on the stages of history.
He has created another "Sold out show."

We built a country on Freedom, Liberty, and Constructive Social Serving.
We fought so bravely for equality and for a Fair Passage into a beautiful and More Brighter Land.
Our future sometimes seems dark  and unsure to me.
As I look through the hourglass of the drama that plagues the Debates for our Future "Commander In Chief," I question where "Motives lie" in speaking up about the runner's up as if we we watching a "soap opera"
and not hearing out future leaders talk about mending the economy.
Ending the wars.
Helping our troubled lands.
Where did one lose when he spoke of "what he shall be and how he shall achieve himself a way in which to be it."
Compared to "She slept with...He hid this...She doesn't know how to handle her own family life."
Behind closed doors, our "Commander and Chief" needs to be "a George Washington/Dr. Martian Luther King,jr." hybrid and get this National Machine, which is broken, working once more.
Scandal is on the streets and in Hollywood.
Where is our "Knight in shining armor" to lance through the children bickering about "what he said and she has done..."
He or she asks, "What can I do for my country to make it the once golden and pure entity that it once was?"
"This is how I am going to prove to you citizens, who vote for me, how I shall turn this "ship headed for oblivion" away from the rocky shores
I shall direct the wheel for our ship to go "back on track to sea."
If such is accomplished in this election, all of us will not sink with the "Captain" and his "ship."

If one gets nothing but questions, where does he get the answers?
For those who doubt him.
Even after he has fought so hard to been seen in a better light.
One cannot sail on without first having a sail.
To push themselves past the small things that prevent their boats
from pushing to a bigger and better plight.
Where their questions can be asked over bigger things than if a guy
is worth trust, sunny days, or up to something "evil."
They can recieve answers to things, even from this "one" in "question"
That is well spoken, pure of heart, and never a horrid emotional "oil spill."
A knock on the door always get's a door to open than a tap on a wall.
One might "look" or "appear" "questionable."
However, do you you need or have the right to know the privacy behind such questions?
On who he truly is?
What is is "always" up too?
Why not, "Do you wish to sail with us?"
Onward to bigger an brighter information and needs that the "one"
"once deemed questionable" helps weave a sail....
Us passengers board...we find bright and more amazing lands
Outside of the small ones that are of people's personal "Computer"
Storage centers, called "Life."
Sail forward fellow sailors.
Question the bigger and more important issues..
For one man does not an island make.
Nor does many a battle win....
If we cannot look past our "profiles" of what "questions" that we have of others , which we deem, "awkward,"
than no sails are woven from too few of boat hands....
Too little of a crew is unable to maintain a longer voyage to the biggest of "answered" "lands" of "question.."
As the captain of his ship is not occupied on plotting his "future coarse,"
He is preoccupied with clearing crew members due to their "Bad accreditation"
Therefore, instead of having a huge crew in which to do battle or find treasures with, His boat sinks.
The Captain goes down with this misguided "Ship"
and gives in to the darkest of "Forces."

Feelings are a strong energy.
They are like a gun.
Pull the trugger....
What have we won?
Friendship?
Family?
A strong bond that can never become undone?
A smile forms on this once dark and frowning face.
After the shot was taken what becomes of our moment?
to Be Burried in a  grave? No....!
A cherished memory?
Yes!
You stand strong with me as the sands of time keep pouring over  our lives..
A bright and newer connection which I wear such  like a badge.
This posotive light has bound us, "Brothers and sisters.."
In a hectic world, see this sun!
A warm energy that sparked from you and filled my world above all or anything
you could ever imageion.
See my wall of heroes.
Many pictures have been placed here.
Look at the once empty spot left there bare and dark..
Your photo hangs and shines there...
Just like the sun.

I've developed a disease.
The disease of needing you.
Now, this "cure has come too late."
I'm a wreck inside.
Although I look great and smile outside.
I hide the tears that I've cried
Through my hardened and useless pride.
You tried to hide the wounds that you have caused.
You have tried to clean the blood you've spilt from my veins.
I sought the right soldiers and they have seen the stains.
They beat you. With me. In this battle.
Now, you shall remain locked away in your own shame.
There are no exits for you.
After what you did to me...
What will **** you is your blame.
Tortures you.
A justitified sentence.
Now stare out your prison..see that fence.
I'll be standing their. Physically and Mentally..
To taunt you to quicken the death.
Of your kind that took my innocense...so long ago.
Let liberty shine and glow.

Waiting...Hoping... Scratching to get out.
You've been holding me down so long..
I feel as if I am in a cage..
Now out comes the fear
and the anger that you've made so strong.
You shall go down with your ship.
I shall stay stafe...
safe on my life boat.
Now, who's to say I'm "Stubborn?"
You old goat?

I starve from the inside.
I starve from the inside.
I show nothing since rhere is nothing left of me to hide.
Too poor to eat.
Too ashamed to look at myself in the mirror.
Like that Movie "Thinner."Outside of him rating, "Could I be any Clearer?"
Anorexia seems to be a joke to those nearest.
Get them some glasses.
For they are far from seeing what's nearest...
A Friend who lives in silent fear.
You eat in front of him
With part of it, his soul.
Money may weigh heavier in coins.
But it destroys a friend.
So after you get what you "feel" you are owed
Collect for that rainy day.
For yor time will surely end.

Every four years
Countries Battle it out.
Comparing sports talents
As we watch them compete and we cheer.
Many countries are united
By a huge event marked by a flame
Such a huge honor to take part in
The Olympic Games

"It is so late at night." I agree.
However, I'd much rather see such as "it is so darned early!"
Time has two flavors.
"Half and Half" (like Creamer)
or
"Full Roasted Blends"(like cofees).
I prefer a a drink of both, thank you.
Both are "pick me ups"
However, "Full and True Flavor" is the final drink
Which I like to pour.
Dinner or Breakfeast.
Both are at "too late" or "too early" of times.
As rebelious as I like to become,
I have dinner in the morning and Breakfeast in the night time.
However your taste may be for "the flavors in life,"
I go a unique way..
"I like a little flavor" from a "lot of origins and pathways, in "Life's spicerack."
I like to "mix things up"
Rather than to stay "Organized and bland."
I grab my spoon, now, stir and enjoy a new found treat.

Energies released from my inner energies
Fill the once still and energyless atmosphere around me.
I relax and find the cause of the unstill waves.
Comforting them back to their happy and nutral sleep
I enjoy the other sweet energies I bring forth from within.
Chakras, auras ..they show us color, emotion,and empowerment in soul.
The fuels in which we use to bring forth the right balance is essential.
Using my scale of wisdom, the auras are identified and the Chakras then balanced.
Most find the view of such rituals "poppycock" or "scienceless" in proving they are factual existances in events.
However, me knowing and seeing them at work....I see the facts.
We all have energies.
Fear is always the blinding energy as when it comes to identify the sources of our posotive and negative energies or "Vibes."
I have been unblinded by fear for many years.
Seeing my colors of red,blue,white,green,and yellow are fun and necessary parts of my being.
As Human "Animals" we all label them as "primitave instincts," "blind use of energetic porposes," and
other such "unqiue visions into the realm of the human psuchic."
I see natural tides that this "moon" must pull into balance.
As I drift and enjoy the journey of astral plaines and being the "Cowboy" who lassles these "doggies" back to their "natural penned fences"
I take pride in the adventure of "reeling them back in."

Life’s Miracles

life’s Miracles
Red,white, blue, and grey.
Colors I enjoy each and every day.
Smells of barbeque.. Smells of the trees.
Wonderful welcomes to my senses
Mother nature sends…
Breathing in fresh and crisp air.
I look up at the clouds…
I enjoy the clouds forming their art
In the billows of cotton and white which I’ve enjoyed there.
Dogs barking, children laughing, even the honk of a horn keeps a strong heartbeat in my chest as life , it’s beauty, as shown around me… Keeps up the excitement to venture through another day.
As the miracles in my life energize me.
I’m truly happy and free.

Sometimes jail has no physical bars.
Sometimes Discrimination is not made of direct words.
Life sticks one in a situation where what others expect to be gratitude
Turns into unspoken anger and questions to their so called "Kind Ways."
One cannot force another to be like them.
Live like them.
Act like them.
We are all unique and free souls.
To those who expect the truly "more and gifted spoils"
In rituals directed in this manner....such is not mentorship.
It is "Ego's Classroom."

The world is in a sickening state.
Wars rage through once beautiful and peaceful lands
Stripping them of dignity, personality, and strength.
Some parts of the world are still left unseen.
Left without crucial aid to those who die uneedingly to polotic's hands.

As I watch the news or read a worn out second hand magazine
As I read as I sit and I wait for appointments or my friends to join me for dinner.
Questions arise as to why the world must remain so devided?
If the world were to compromise on pride, polotics, and expectations...
If its' citizens were allowed to unite
Simply to aid with a true and helping hand....
Oh what a beautiful and productive place this Earth could be.

Wars would not be needed out of disputes and economic starvation
Discrimination could be abolished when we see how each one of us isn't so different.

We all suffer the same and we all are blinded by pride, greed, and power.
Alas, if only thes human souls could see past their heavy and set ways..

Beyond cold polotics and being united in common grounds..
Of being Human and caring about the rest falling due to such problems..

Removing the hassles of blinding self-centered needs and the powerful wishing to stay as such...

Then this world would and could be a united and beautiful place.
I know I am only dreaming....
However, some dreams were made to come true.

Sunrise until sunset
Cooler lands warmed in the hours
As the rays mark the hours.
Each moment defines summer's calendar.
As the day ends and the moon marks the night.
Dreamlands and astral plains take our mind's on a journey
where magic, ficitional, and the impossable are within reach...
We are no longer a heavy mortal who has fallin asleep on the beach.
We are like Peter Pan who never grows old...
We can fly!
To distant areas and becoming involved in unordinary events
Never limited to the covers of a book or how we are  taking in
as to how the story teller  has told.
We are free in Never Never Land.
So, enjoy your flight and fly free!
Until the alarm clock and the sun mark the waking hours...
You may do as you like...Even posess super powers.
The cool air chills the body, however never the soul.
As it flies through these Dreamy Astral Plains
Until the sun warms the bady to wake.....
You are the untouchable in this land of Astral's Reality Break.

Chaos in the broken.
Fear is the controller.
I rise up to overtake it's ruler.
Curse you pain!
For you shall try, but never overtake me!
The proving grounds.
After a fall.
I shall push onward.
I earned the strength.
Let's see you land another attempt to try and take this unbroken will.
Now the fight is my ultimate thrill.

Didn't I hear your words?
The words from the you that inspired me
Drew me into....
Side talks and misunderstanding? "That's obsurd!"
In the defense in a clique. See their blood that drips
From love's hurt rose grow green and sick.
He walks away. Crushed into tiny shards.
Cut once again.
He snaps...."never again!"
"Wake....wake...!"
Senseless rituals of doubt "stop cutting on me!
"You blood thirsty harpee"
"I shall fight you from stealing what's left of the real me!"

We all need someone in which who can help us up
After hitting the ground... This "Plane Crash"
My friends mended the "wreck" and refilled cheer's cup.
To this toast that I give to them.
A pride filled moment.
Where I looked into the mirror and decided to confront
the blind and sick child that has secluded himself inside.
The child was rescued..
The child was fed.
He was truly hungry.
Until I gave this shy kid some tea and a *******.
Naked and Vulnerable
I now walk high and a lot more dry.
See this "Outer child..."
He succeeded.
In his sunlight.....He shall warm another
He sees hiding inside you...
Making another comrade
In this "Army" of "The High and Dry"
Inner children. A playground.
We seek fun......a reward for hard work...
Now we are kinder men and ladies.....
Never standing upon our pedestals
And Acting like an "Emotional" "Inner" ****.

The inner child, in me, cries through the night.
Waking the adult, I pick up the pieces.....
I wear the mask...To hide my true delight.
In pity's stew I love to feed the hunger.
Basking in my self pity
It is a dark place
To hide the demon inside..
Once running after being set free....."Blood site in the city."
I enjoy the pain....Instead of the bland and Melancholia.
Here i lay in my home made cell.
Savoring the taste
Of the Charred after-math..
The Demon Returns to fight and laugh in the bowels of Hell.

It;s my turn.
As my shoes hit the dirt....
In danger I seem to flirt.
It greets me every day.
I'm never out of it's path.
I smile a broken smile.
I see the tornado......I brace for it.
I'm in it's path I feel it's wrath.
I swirl upward.
It spits me out.
Even this storm can't handle the taste of me.
Friends leave me there beat up and scared.
I bleed, screaming, and can't you hear or see?
If I were to meet my demise.
As you look at my scarred face in my coffin.
Would you even feel guilt from this casualty
that you neglected and left parts of me?
Now my closest supports have died and or are gone.
Now I'm freaking out and at the same time growing numb.
Am I a wanderer? Or just plain dumb?
For it's my turn and I shall cover this story with gas,
light you with a match and watch, as I walk away,
and you are the one left to burn.

I gave her my all.
Questions were all I had received
Instead of a heart full of adoration and devotion.
As mistrust and greed polluted my soul's ocean.
Once blind, as I slowly regained my sights,
I placed in some filters...the right ones...
Took off my dark sunglasses....
Now the true heart, in her actions, was far from
Love's Sun, it's warmth, and true fused and welded hearts, together, in devotion.
Trust is never questioning the flow of things.
Unless a sum of another's heart is over-taken.
The sound of coins and the look of a face is counted...
Than my eyes do not see love.
In true light....
They see greed, unfaithfulness, and selfish needs.
My heart cannot be confused with that...
Must I stay blind to have a "you" or someone who is more than that?
Who gives in charity.
True care and true want to be with this one....
Who is Human and imperfect.
Mistakes.
Anger.
Emotions.
Lack of money and Fame.
These portions added to the recipe to love's soup.
Cannot be consumed...Unless you wish to go blind.
Need some one for useless greed and false pride?
Build a structure that shall eventually fall...
To the weighted down structure "our heart;s structure"
That shall then crumble and fall?
Or shall we flush out these parts of the recipe in the toilet where hate needs to go.
Where greed needs to be flushed....
For true hearts never fuse without the sun rays of true care.
To nature the welds of the beams of the structures in both hearts...
To allow healing when things get heavy....
As true care and yearning which are the true components of this "Machine of love"
Construction of such, it can never be rushed.
Going with each moment is the true way...
In which to plan and construct this item.
That runs as an engine.
Providing power to our flame and nuclear power of the art of love.
If it's allowed to run efficiently
We can be forever
We can love eternally.
Never dying alone, drifting from each other
as we melt apart. The engine of the flame stops humming.
Do you wish to make mend to the stopped machine?
Or shall we both pick a tool, make this last,restart the engine..
Feeling the electricity of love zap our heart's love back to life.
The engine is running, again.
Now we shall be, true and forever, as we have made the effort, together.
To reconstruct and power the electricity that builds in each other's souls.
Hating our lives, forever.
Welding our heart, as one.
Together.
Forever.

We are all humans.
As imperfect as we may be
Understanding is the foundation of care.
That some of us fail to see.
Money.
Property.
Fame.
Anger.
Emotions.
They cn make this foundation in which bonds are made
or it can ruin such a cemented in start
and to souls start to break apart?
We may not understand why we do the things in which we do.
However, friendship leads to the healing in the resume
to the building of trust.
As the foundation's frame of relationship's beams are fused.
If not completed...The rot alone and rust.
As such, can the Human heart.
So head the warnings that come into view.
When anger, envy, jealousy,anger, or emotions cloud your schematics of the building of the "relationship's" "Dwelling"
Clean the sites' plan and be the true you.
Through thick and thin. Through hard work.
Your hard work and loyalty shall reward you with such tat
is so much valuable than gold.
Such is a dwelling where you and that person's hearts live.
That scared "Building" in which time, keeping together,
never trusting within the rekms that lead weak into doubt....
Your rewards are crowds that live within this structure
Called "Heart's Inn."
Service, equal, we shall all give.

Friendship ends through tongues which cut into the soul
Tears of blood stain one's pride.
You are racing the streets.
You are exposed
There is no where to hide.
Your sanity almost cracks at whit's end.
Your heart almost beats out of your chest
due to your fear of being alone and vulnerable.
Why did we break apart?
Why must our bond end like this?
Am I such a bad act when this curtain closed
and the crowd stayed silent such as the other part of
my friendship like a broken business partnership.
Sleeping in a card board box
Trying to fight for what you need.
You became sick of dancing like a puppet
to not be neglected of what items and warnings
of hitting those violent streets.....that these connections
demanded you are forced to head?
If you didn't, you have lost your "Place" in their "Company."
The homeless soul in a card board box.
In their hearts you no longer exist
For you, in their hearts, out you are locked.
Doors closed and tears fall. The ground is wet as you wade in an ocean of regret.
"Do I have to live under everyone else's rules of personality just to stay in company?"
"Is there a crime in being unique or being a 'man?"
For I've done all that was required of such....
This lost soul out of place....
Wishing for the ones who have forsaken and judged him....
To rethink their decision to keep their hearts locked...
Out of anger...as it clouds their bright places
in your friend's hearts as communication breaks down.
as does this "corporation of friends," "Company"
That leaves you all in a void.
For where you once stood....
And the position you filled in their "employment"
To proudly benefit them in "payrolls" in their days
Sparked to flames and burned this "business"
in anger in a blurry pageful daze?
Shall we stay apart,always, or do the years in which we built and
toiled to perfect this "company" mean nothing?
Souls cannot drift,alone,forever.
Or shall this lone dog, out of disobedience, rome the streets..hungry
Broke
Unemployed by "Company.."
In this "Business" called "Friendship.."
Is it worth a crushing permanent ending?
Or a brighter rebuild of the "Building" of this friendship
"Dwelling" on the foundation's site?

His will was strong.
As was his life's journey.
Working hard, chopping the weeds of the untruthful and cruel out of his path, the warrior..
with his shield of knowledge, his sword of truth, and armor of understanding.....
The brave night slayed the dragons of cons
He placed the demons of lust to their tombs....
His armor shone the beams of blinding misfortune and lies back to it's Wizard
Fusing his evil eyes shut so he may never see good coming, hence, he
shall never strike again.
Riding his horse of determination, Sir. Heart braved the dark forests
of greed..to finally reach his rightful place on his throne.
His throne of life's winnings and control over his kingdom of Eternity.
Nothing can stop a well prepared warrior as he starts out on his own journeys and adventures in his life.
If one dons the armor of understanding, wielding the sword of truth, and
blocking out the evil temptations, which Those Dark Magiks can make your heart dark and impure, with your sword of virtue...you are the next Warrior.
The white Knight....Following Sir.Heart to the round table of eternal successors.
We then hold up all our whine glasses at the triumph celebration feast and we toast to the future of eternal bliss.

He met a new kindrid spirit
Her heart spoke as if their thoughts had been fused......
She sang the songs of his heart.
Now, the foundation of love has been placed..
To the start......
Of a deeply cherished relation rat no other can get in between of.
They both felt each other's car.
However, the love's energy between them become so strong..
It flamed up and fused them even further together..they belong.
Together until they die and return unto paradise...
Upon Angel's wings...they fly holding hands.
In the Heavens of Eternal Hereafter....
Two of a kind often wins out than any other....
Out is the published....their book of how they found this true energy.
They wish for you to learn true love's energy and that right one too.
So check this book out of life's Library...
Reading each page...
From the last page fused in the book's spine.

Her gentle  life ended in Violence.
A part of me me that has been stripped, from my life, forever.
She sang like a rare kind of hummingbird.
She flew upon gentle wings.
Looking up to the best composers
Her vocals celebrated the songs which they sing.
A friend, a spiritual family member, and an artistic contender.
Original and true to   the end.
Her visions I shall remember, forever.
This "Blue-Hummer" was a bird who sang true from her heart.
Respectfully, I sing out , for her in remembrance.
I keep my work flowing. As she would want me to do.
To the evil who took her from the world.
Stripped, of a gift.
Her empty spot fills my heart.
That's where evil shall never make a start.

My friends are my family.
The are honest to me when I need to hear words I feel I cannot bear to hear.
I am set strait and get back moving forward on my road..
Hearts feeling proud to see me succeed.
Always warning me of obstacles ahead which I sometimes fail to heed.
Telling me to stay out of self pity..!"
Pushing me further up the ladder when I obtain frozen heals.
Looking down the ladder, they are always there climbing ,with me close behind.
Spirits cheering me on when I am doing well.
Like Rocky's Coach after Rocky Became His Best Friend's lost soul's son's mentor.
They yell the words that I truly needed to hear, after a knock out jab, from a glove, to get "Back up!"
Always telling me "You are an attractive younger man" "Who needs to clear the mind that needs to stop thinking through ,'The Looking glass.."
This "Dorthy Gale" still cries for my "Aunt Emmye."
Because my friends love me for the person that I am.
I return their acts and kind deeds (as they need me in their "Corner of Life's Ring...")
I'm their "Rocky" Who cheers "Mohammad" to their victory in their corner of their ring.
Now, together, a song in each one of our connected  souls, our hearts do sing.
"Forever through war, hunger,pain, , and ill health"
"Through the easy times, wealthy moments, and easier moments, and blinding and shining victories  of such..."
"The need to exist
"to and for each other..."
"A well knit family of sisters and brothers."

He was the toughest fighter.
In and out of the ring.
He fought for his title and for his fight to stay alive.
If I had to be In Ali's shoes
I would appreciate the cost of a Hit.
Especially if one landed me in "Life's Pit."
Blocking the blows that hit not just my face
However, also hitting my heart....
I can truly admire the man who made it as a boxer from his humble start.
A family man.
A believer in "equal" crowds....
His dying wish made me look back at a legend
Feeling for him and his journey, quite proud.
He was a great fighter in and out of the ring.
Mohammad Ali......
I still hear your bells ring.

I might be one out of many in the crowd.
I might not be on top of "The World."
However as hectic and separated as I sometimes feel...
I owe my strength to being part of the many....
Than ever having life too easy and "be richer" on the "top."
Even at times where I feel I am invisible and never seen....
Even after the stress draws my mood to be somewhat cruel and or mean...
I simply step back, take a breath, and understand...
That I'm part of the "Many" that enjoy their efforts "above" that of the "few."
I know that I am never alone as I feel things are piling up
Or Problems seem to make me drown in life's ocean...
However cruel as this world might get....
I've learned how to swim to my "resort's Shore."
Earning a chair on the beach in relaxing shades of a "Truer Reward."
As my hard work, patience, and a truer understanding of my "fellow man"
Leaves me to feel well "rested"
I am "well rewarded..."
Lifting the weights of "Truer Power"
Being a great and needed part of an equal trip with well earned friends along life's road trip.
Shaking hands as we departed.
From the starting line to the finish....
In this rat race of life....
I've earned "My fans" and "truer Victory..."
Simply Through being the Best that I can be.