Fresh winds blow.
Through the tall tree tops

What a breathtaking view from this top floor.

Sounds of a roaring water fountain
The happiness of children in their laughter.

Conversations and automobiles mark a fresh and new Hour.
I feel newer and I feel younger.

The new life that's sparked an inner light and which has now inspired me.

To spread such beautiful and warm light
to those around me
who may need such.

A "Hello" to you, as you read this.
I warm you with a happier tone.

As I gaze at such beautiful scenes of fresh weather
and even the airplanes as they prepare to end their flights.

My heart beats to you and those you hold dear.
Happiness and light....This day is fresh...

Here's a picture, that I truly hold dear.
I no longer lose the sights of such "smaller moments."
I no longer see through "darker shades".

Now this is a "greater feeling." " A toast to a heart"
which I now have and do share  "music of a brighter beat.."

Enjoy each of this "Small moments.."
For there will be plenty more, of which I consider, a "Miracle" that over weighs
Out in the world... those hearts beating on the side of the wicked.

I add strength to those giving and bright ones who never need to feel alone,scared, and sad.

"Beauty..."
You have given such to this sometimes dark and scary place, "Earth."

May your light, now shine in numbers; for I have passed the torch on...

Through Your message," hope  shines unto me, now then through this pen."
Now and forever.

We light this dark world, united, again and again.

I've walked stairwells through an Uphill battle.
I've carried the weight of such
Upon a worn out and tired back.
You push forth and onward you have won each battle.
Over and Over
I nearly have had my knees collapse
A miracle of a "Newer wind"  blasts into my lungs.
I gain will's Blast of Needed Energies.
Onward I fight. Unto victory.
To mark my greatest comeback
Now the oppressors fall
This harsh moment is a new and well understood lesson.
To fight fear
In life's battle.
A small taste of success.
Now, in my memoirs, a sweet and well written memory.

The sun started to shine
When the rains ceased
The clouds had cleared
Inside of my head
Are dry and warm sunnier days.

A newer design
and a newer stride

Equaled more than wants or lustful pride.
I wave to those who once thought that they were above me...
Now, side by side
We now walk together.

The wall of doubt was then torn down.
I then climbed over the rubble
Now, such is a clear and smoother roadway.

This is my new travel and newer way
To a better destination.

Together we walk as part of a team
to a place called "The Brighter and More  Colorful  Town."

One Reaps what he sews
Working hard to be granted the brighter way.
Such ingredients add up
To a better product.
Something created on a brighter  day...
.Threads are made of strands
of despair's  tears or strands of true love's strands
Sew with the lesser of these two strengths
Your life's fabric rips apart
One must resew the parts
of life's broken cloth
Once sewed with the wrong thread
One must refinish the quilt of life
to mend together one's self
If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend
such actions will lead him to a colder day.
Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands
The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool
Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making
a true hearten stand.
Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down.
You earned his golden threads of truth and love.
You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces
Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made
Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to
Cover your weakness under and down.

I had lost my way
through blind eyes.
I slipped off the cliff
and hung on, with dear life, by my finger tips.
On this rainy day.

Someone had taken off my sun glasses
Then He lifted me upward
Now, this dark and  blind man..
His empty life is all filled up.....

The kindness of this one kind and gentle steward
Had guided me to better ways and better lands.
The only thing he asked for in return
Was the spread of this message.

I gladly share with all of you, now.
To live a life even after a fall....
You can find another like Him and I
who shall rescue you, now, matter how....
Hard the odds weigh against you or I
We shall always make it, together.
If we never allow our newly found friendship
to crack and to fail.

Starting this “Marching Band.”
We shall all go to more enlightened
and sunniest of lands.

I've learned to be gentle
Instead of following the Brutish and Rough
In this life.
It can be be dark and tough.
Now it is sunny because of my choice “Not to.....”
Become what they are, to me......
A warn out and beat up shoe.

An uphill battle
You have carried the weight of it
On your tired back

Onward you battled
Over and Over
Near a calapse
You gain Will's blast of energy
To make the greatest come back.
Now the opposers fall
This harsh moment
there was a lesson.
Some tears of success.
Also, a greaat memory.

The Buddha speaks to me.
He knows what's hidden inside.
He bumped out the lead
Trapped and weighing down my head.
Through his teachings, to me, to avoid Big Headed pride.
He lifts me up
to live and help me back on my way.
Now the Sun warms me
Each and every day.

I needed a hand
to help lift me up
My cup of life was only half full
I needed a refill
and also a hug

Now that I've been filled to the brim
I now have gotten my deepest fill

I'm trapped in a body
I was born to be somebody else
Than who I am.
Dainty and Fragile
But Rugged on the outside

Most of the time
I fake a smile of pride.

My heart beats a more brighter tune.
A light shines inside of my soul.
My ventures, to a new way on the seas of existence , have been lit.
Sails bursting with the higher winds of promise...
They breath life, newer energy, into my stride.
Walking down the  streets to the proper destinations,
I enjoy the travels.
Along the way, I see those who have bumped into me, and I smile.
I sit down.
My Anchor drops at the port of brighter  Conversation.
The lessons and wisdom  that I have been   freshly taught,  These lessons learned,  teach me better ways of working my ship.
These solutions, that  are the light in my mind, are writing a better map. Destinations to yet another stop.
In my travels.. in my life..
I  have freshly discovered, newer ways, in which to better improve, and to savour....my travels.  
Such revelations,  have hit me like a hammer.
The exchange of ideas.
Such are like precious  Gold.
Beautiful stories shared.
Defined as "Treasures."
They have made me richer,than any bank, in existence.


Shaking hands, as newly born family members,  we part ways.
Temporarily....
Until we meet again, or as these new "family members"" volunteer to add to my crew, we shall meet again.
As  My ship sails ,still,Onwardly...
Avoiding  icebergs of hopelessness.
Never sinking to the bottom, of Life's Seas,to The depths of Helplessness....
The sun still shines.
The sun sets.
As the moon shows his smile, I see even his white and bright light.
I smile back.
A captain at his wheel. At the Helm.
I am determined to venture the islands of new found treasures.
To add to my  life's wealth.
I earned my haul. A sailor with hs crew.

We sail together on a ship that we have  created , together.
Life is a rough sea.
We learn how to tame her.
We are all sailors who must learn to navigate waters less calm. To find a better route.
To these "ïslands of treasure."
Landing on such, when we set anchor, we explore the lands, and make our "rest stop."
We shall give and also  exchange,  such "treasures of experience."
The finest Gems, handed down to us from those "Villagers," that we have met along our voyages...
Now , with our steps walking, in paces ,together... at the same stride.
We pull anchor and set out for yet another island.
A  brighter map to lead us to  "äfter life's " destination, we read the routes; carefully.
Sailing onward until we reach such an end to our life's journey,
we enjoy songs and drinks of cheer.
As we sail, on a cruise ship made from  the hearts of my "family,"
which I have let into my soul, and I have so enjoyably  created.
Such travels start adding to my crew, of my life's ship.

I broke out of my cage
My own world I separated myself in.
I now feel free
a new man
He made his stand
Now the war he fought earned him a bonus in his spirit wages.
No matter what sick words the world shoved at him
No matter what false beliefs people had about him in their heads
Could cause his heart to grow ill and die
Now his freedom of the burden lightens from his back  instead.
He smiles back at the ones who cheered him on
Out of the cage he is now growing strong
Still at the start of making himself a new life
A once broken man won't have to be repaired twice
He survived the odds
Near death
He played dice with the Reaper. Laughing at the win
His support of the greater good grows deeper.
Hatred is a word that never flows through my mind
I look back at my life
I still have regrets that cut through my back like a wicked knife
Never allowing myself to stay down when I'm knocked out
I go for round ten
Here he is.. A Boxer in life
He asks, "Is this all you've got for me?"
He spits out excess emotional blood as he exclaims with a giggling shout.
He's broken from his cage and he is never going back.
He's been through hell and back before.
He's feet are moving.
He's gone.
He's running the race
Sneakers hit the floor.
Now comes the end of this rhyme
It's not quite a happy ending
It's a stronger, more inspired one.
Now watch this man run
forward
At hearing the shot of
Life's race's loaded gun.

I wake in the night. Sweat pouring from my brow.
I shake from a memory of deep hurt and visions of horror.
I try to crush the pain aside with a smile.
I grabbed my pen. I wrote this poem.
They might have scared my heart, but the will never know how.
To quiet my creative soul. Which keeps me alive.
Instead of my death ending the saga.
No matter what cruelty you wish to show.
No matter how many in your group add to my troubles.
I shall fight harder than before.
Than to let you make me less.
When I know I can be more.
Call me names, accuse me of the "worst of actions."
For we both know the real truth.
It wasn't what you planted.
For those seeds aren't sprouting on the same radio segment as Dr. Ruth.

I tried to say a , "Hello."
That wouldn't happen. A response.
Because I didn't fill your mold and be like Jello.
I was labeled as something dark.
When in fact I am someone quite Bright.
You jumped to avoid me.
I laughed with tears along the way.
Past you, the one who is mistaken.
You were hurt so many times..
I had to be the one which you had forsaken.
As kind as I tried to be
If I showed any affections
You slapped my emotions across the face.
You knocked my heart out of my chest...
As it hit the floor and shattered all over the place.
You convinced the others just how bad I was.
When in fact, assumption, was your only bad.
What would happen if you could have accepted me?
Maybe had someone better than the odd one you have had?
In the past..I was knocked to the floor. I got back up.
I still try to show love, just as much as ten, even after it all.
I show just as much brightness and love even more than before.

A car full of brothers.
Riding the roads.
Taking our time to arrive at our destination...
Without the need to measure and beat time...
We are the winning Brave Tortoise racing the Hurrying Hare.
Breaking only to enjoy the shots...Captured forever on film.
Nice memories frozen in our photo's views like blocks of ice
in our mixed drinks with added lime.
Cheers with the touch of each other's glasses
we enjoy a great buzz.
We race and out run the black and white's
laughing at the "Fuzz."
Laughs and monuments.
Getting car sick on a long ride.
Laughing as we rough house in a hotel room...
Just the right amount of fun to enjoy such a trip in stride.
Returning home. Still smiling from the much needed relaxation..
With a hangover and a sober look at each other...
We are brothers plotting another bunch of sweet antics
on our next "Adventurex On Vacation."

Hold me close.
Let me feel your breaths as you take every one.
Feeling your warm body to mine.
We are safe from the world.
We are locked in Astral Dreams, traveling alone.
Landscapes of plenty.
Not a worry and or a care.
We fly, high, together holding hands like
"Superman and Supergirl"
As we flash to romantic destinations....enjoying the sunsets and sunrises
Eyes locked together as our love's energies start to spike.
Warm and sweet kisses.
Gently caresses and true loving words.
Keeping one another safe and happy....is our number one goal.
As the feeling of victory, that we have won , together
Fuses our souls, as one, stronger internal flame, forever.

Your spirit is an energy which must be balanced like gold on a scale.
Too much weight placed on one side weighs away from the other.
Walking slanted down on a strait roadway, we drive ourselves into the brick wall.
Fears built...Brick by brick
Until we tip over and crush down another.
Bitter cuts from despairs'desperation and urgent need to "be who we were,again"
Even through drops of emotional blood, we seek the need to fill the emptiness, inside, with anything at all.
In the end, we never regain who our spirits once were.
What sort of energy that spilled out of the wounds we inflicted upon ourselves..
We become merely a "pieced together jigsaw puzzle"of never a clearer picture,however...
Just a splash of loosely splashed colors and illogical designs.
Again, we cut ourselves open, to release the overwhelming pain that tips our scale from the positive side and what we now fill the other side with, well, that's what inspirational bright lights are for.
To ease one out of seclusion and back  into the world around him
The sun which warms him from the cold that day balances him through another tipsy and near wrongly opened future
In a hallway full of unmarked doors.

My heart wished to create and inspire in a troubled world.
I sang, wrote feeling words down to inspire those who have felt lost.
My heart's  costs ,through many attempts from those in competition...
Cruel sabotage, threats,sometimes even questions concerning  my own "realness" had became their "selfish lust."
"To get Him Out Of Our Way," sadly, was their crazily obsessive goal Ending in their own dark and bleak oblivion.
You work with me and I work even harder with you.
You work harder to destroy me..I work even harder to never be like you.
You show some love for the creative gifts that I have given you......
You shall have my extra light, that shall shine down upon all who have supported and have stayed "real," too.
For life is meant to be shared with the world.. in a loving, enjoyable, and in a non evil and true self benefiting manner.
Us united artists shall stay well protected
behind
A chain linked fence
Connected  hearts ,like a one strong force.
Continuing in the site of building a defensive wall against those who try and shadow each of our own connected lights.
Blind with jealousy and bitter competitiveness.
These artists , who have become lost,down and  out..they  ended up in the grounds of the greedy and the dark; they stand lost in their own  shallowed  world of theirs..
a sad and true hateful force that shall always fail.
Due to failing to realize one thing....
Us artists..who stay real and together- we shall  never take "an eye for an eye."
We create better things in a collective soul and shed,upon  them, a brighter ray of creative and true-hearted forgiveness.

The weather is sunny
The sun blazes the call of Spring.
Awakening out of my Winter frame of mind
I gain more youthful Energies and Glow Like
a Ring Made of Gold.
I feel renewed
A newer version of myself,reborn.
For that's what Spring is all about.
Renewing one's self and feeling free to tell all
From even the tallest mountain top with a glorious shout.
Fresh ideas, conversations with friends and loved ones, and the start of even new true love.
Spring brings me a heart that beats knowing that I am fresher, newer,
and somewhat "Reborn."
To rewind our clocks and forget the past. It's time.
To enjoy not just a new and fresher season of sun and warmth..
We should understad that a new foundation for our futures is being laid...
Right under our footsteps.
For such is Spring and the rest will all come to reward us in just time.

Spring is the end of the frozen and hibernating world.
Emerging from our shells, we smell the green trees, the heat of the sun is felt upon our skin, and dormant energies shall once more start to  thrive and begin.
Our lungs get ready for the warmer air in which to breath.
Our minds think of mor activities in which we can achieve. .
Shedding the winter feelings,mood,and winter clothes off
We prepare for the new Spring in which to become.totally,  renwed
We fuel our eternal fires with the beat of a newer.longer,and brighter sunnier day.
With a rewritten and reconstructed mindset and smile- I laugh and look forward to breaking past  the limits of the winter jail behind.
Now, comes the joy of bringing forth this feeling to those of the same kind.
Sharing warmer days with me and running to the nights happier and freer.

Equal.
To toil enough. Not too much and not too little.
A cup filled to the top but never filled over it's edges.
To give something of me, however, not everything.
Until I am wasted to nothing.
Which is the opposite of equal.
To go far with someone or something...
However, not over logic's top limit.
Expectations are natural. So are people and their rules.
Set down too many and you get little in return.
Few who shall come nearest to you.
Your world shall be fenced in and empty.
Without being whole, there is little to break off and give to another.
Without giving, one runs out of ways and spaces in which to receive and fill one's already full ego.
Balance is the key to gaining true and enjoyable gifts out of life.
Without balance, even a Trapeze Walker would stumble,fall, and have too much weight on their minds in which to fill any answers to their questions in life.
I fell,i got back up.
I listened and then i taught.
I followed.
Then i had to lead.
I loved, however, then i must be loved.
If things are worthwhile in the energies of your life..
Share them.
As you shall gain much more of such as you share that energy,or gift, from your heart to another
who truly needs such.
Full shall become their once  empty lot.

Wearing this heavy cape as Superman
powered up
I started to lose my innocence
I tasted the kryptonite
I fell from the skies
I almost died from an overwhelming flight.
The clouds rained.
I shattered into pieces
I lost two many pieces
I fought my evil self.
I triumphed
Now Clark Kent Resurfaced....Smiling in peace.
My double died..
Superman is better,again. He's better educated.
Now who's the one who has cried?
I carried my burdens until I threw them in life's heated volcano
Like the ring of "Bilbo Baggins"
This hobbit thrives
.in his cave, like "the dark knight" as he defeated the joker.
insanity died with his laugh.
I carry on as a protector to those
That I love and trust.
This heart is made of true solid gold.
Nothing on Earth can make it rust.
This avenger stalks his prey at night.
A starving wolf for creation...i endure and acheive.

Now ends my fright.
For tonight
I feed.
The hunger as I create.
Inspiration and light.
I am the next big artistic thrill the world shall receive.

I chose not to lie down to let fools win.
I got back up from a fall
Reaching higher for the light in my life
And standing taller before I fell and the hurt did begin.
My huge heart told my legs "get up!"
My spirit spoke to my eyes "now see!"
The best advice in my life, alone, it didn't. Hold a big enough spark.
Until friends of true heart added their hand.
A vital ingredient.
For a new "brew" to drink after success's cups were raised.
Seeking nothing but respect and true gratefulness..
A newer life created...from the one fallen..
Such a new drink is called "unrelenting"
To the older drink which we chose to cheer with
"numbness"
Avoiding challenges we became reckless.
Then after broken bones heal
After our fall...
Out senses and spirit grow through healing and such help us survive.
To create our brighter future
Raise your drink...
A toast to our well earned "happy ever after it all!"

Luck doesn't  exist.
Until Faith was a  force that invented luck.

Love never existed
Until one's heart felt for another
And energy unlocked the shackles.

From a prisoner who seemingly felt no emotion.
Such freedom created a newer heart
With the fires of faith now ignited and such was heard cackling

Devotion is never produced without the first
Of these two ingredients.
Brings forth a  spell
Of magic.

Now, a bright light starts shining.
Down on those lost
Rains hit their shoulders as they once stood alone.

Filled with magic, a new faith, love, and bright sunlight

Such acts like a chain.
As we hold hands
Spread the magic and drying the rains of the lonely
Hearts
Pieces glued back as one.
Such united people shall never die in vein.

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 viewing 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.

The Political parties sing and dance for a lifetime winning.
A job to "run" a great country and do some "good."
Then the scandals set in... The race to office turns into a "Soap Opera"
The one who could do the best for us gets voted out due to
Words of the like seen in the tabloids in Hollywood.

The Political Candidates Put on a great "show" and "promise" a great way.
Stamping a ballet
For whom we considered the "right one.."
Here is another elected "misfit" that shall run us down
with 4 to 8 years of unfulfilled promises and their own
"agenda."
Hidden until we are not looking and our country starts to crumble, then fall, and these "wild plans" are killed as we veto it.

Instead of a "show" as our Future President runs for office...
Lets see more "How I am going to save our country and fix it."
Instead of "I've got a new service to push" Broken Spirits, Hopes Fallen, and a Country left to be the Sacrifice.

Let's see past the scandal and entertainment. Be bold and ask "How Are you Going To Fix the Great USA?" and another important question to ask them, "How do we pick up the pieces and pave our future to a brighter and better way?"

I have changed.
Newer colors from my inner light.
Count these colors…at the end of
My rainbow… A heart of gold is in sight.
I may not be accepted into many lanes of social traffic.
So, I continue an enjoyable ride to
Where I shall be clearly seen and finally have a pit stop and enjoy some limited moments of social interactions.
Then I’m off and going with the other faceless drivers trucking their goods to those who understand the boxed tricks.
To a waved message along my way down life’s sometimes lonely highway.
I enjoy the sights along my way.
Fake historic landmarks might be shortly breath taking..
However, my truer trip takes to the better city attractions…..
The true structures in life’s light in the road that ends from some faceless traffic.
I see your meaning and learned from the lessons taught well.
Later on, I shall be the teacher and the newest of brighter attractions… Pennies for my thoughts?
After the millions of writings are bought.
A millionaire shall I be in my well earned heaven.
Never,hastily, choosing the quick and easy fix and route to hell.

I have learned, years ago, to work quite hard to make the proper changes in myself.
I may not be the greatest at my trade
The handsomest of Faces
However, I believe I have worked quite well for what I am.
An equal seller on Life's Library Book Shelf.
I might have been a lose and broken man before.
Not this time.
I've broken the circle of being the "repeater" and I have blossomed once more.
I change for the better of my own life becoming brighter.
To repay kindness of those who always believed in the real me.
People who never hung on to what "Bad" I used to bring onto the table.
A more delicious and brighter dinner for those who have supported
and have clearly waited for me to set myself free.
Free from worries about who shall accept me or what status quota I shall fit ,amusing.
Myself as an actor portraying some one other than who I truly am.
A comedian  who brought down  his own house of cards  by becoming the laughing stock
of the Drunken Clowns.
I rose up upon life's stages and became a truer actor.
One who is the truer artist by appreciating those who enjoyed his "Newest of Magic tricks."
"****!" I metamorphosed into a dove.
I fly away,now, to a glowing life which fits me
like a hand in a glove.

True friends are always simply a look away.
They appear even when one never knew that they were near.
When tears fall and your sanity's gone
They grab a hold and pull you back from Death's grip
On you
Asking nothing from you but a smile.
Maybe a cup of coffee on which with you to sip.
Friendship holds no limits or boundaries on how one cares
For one another
A friend, unconditionally. Is always there.

It is hard to say "goodbye."
Sometimes it is hard to remain.
Sometimes words are hard to find on what to say.
Actions which help are often against all odds.
You stay,together, side by side.
Fighting, still, onward until you have no words only a knod.
Showing you understand.
Sometimes words are not needed.
Just a strong hold
Between you and the one you love.
The now strongest part of the two that fused into eternity in love's mold.

City streets go both ways.
Aggressive traffic
Sometimes, Empty Lanes.
One must not cross until a space forms along the space of the day.
One looks both ways not to  just to stay safe, however, to see who's coming.
They stay alert, meet a new ride, and drive with new friends along distant travels and places.
Not every stop that's made will be bad nor shall it be good.
We **** the feelings of intuition , give a chanced called "Get to know the situation," and we return to our original path on life's highway.
Horns mark the way for it to remain clear as one drives on.
Sirens alarm drivers, around them, of a rushed need to be to help those in need.
A screech of tires, busted glass, a few misguided words, and the wrong thought about a moment's mishap can ruin the transport to friendship...love....family...even one's road's final destination.
we end up in the waiting room of the Roadway's Medical Center to catch our breath, heal, and to go on to some better destination and city.
We all have our favorite type of transport. Motorbike, Classic Muscle, Fancy British Luxury toys, and comfortable and meager wheels that are reliable and never let us down.
we determine the type of vehicle, that we like, just as we scout for those to fill our lives.
The moment brings them into our paths and the moment then defines where the trip shall go from there.
The longer you ride that certain way of transportation  to the ending of the road-trip in your life, the more destinations and different forms of motorcade do you learn to associate with and enjoy travel with.
Now you've reached the next destination on the next stop in your way of life. You don't have to have a limit to those you ride along with , in life's car pool.Just chose the safe and enjoyable caravans and bus-lines in which to hop aboard. It is  then when your hearts shall sing road songs that shall make your heart beat through your chest and the sharpness of a group to enjoy life wit, a sharp vision.A truer vision that cuts to your core like a sharp knife.

My efforts are strong and faithful.
I await for my spotlight.
To shine upon me and end the skeptic's rant.
On how "I cannot do everything" and often ignore my "delightful"
Ways to entertain and to brighten "their ways out of the darkness of failure"
to the bright light of success'  care?!"
What is the key to open up a door to be an equal part of "their life?"
Instead of a loner in a "non-conformer's" quiet realm?
While Working His Tools, from his inventive ideas...
as so too, the name  and his works......
Made into babbling loonie created poppycock..
The "Normal's" tagged just "humor"  of the  likes  of  Leonardo Da-vinchi
As I bang my creations, part by part, together to a miracle....
as this "hero of mine" inspires me through  my dark and present unseen "creativity."
Must it always be an art form as defined by those "Eccentric Critiques" so well known for what is to be, "Amazing?!"
Wasn't it my other hero, "Andy Warhol," who placed Soda Cans in piles to reveal his defining vision of our beloved "Marylin Monroe?!"
Yes!!!
It wasn't until  "out of the ashes of the end of his existence" that finally defined him the right as a new "form" of "art" that has now,justly been defined, as a "Must-show?!"
My Uniqueness is a way of life.
I'm no "Copy-Cat."
Inside my work shop, don't I need a view or a peer from "someone?!"
To inwardly show to the world...
a glass of wine,  "  a toast to my life's creations," to be brought to the surface from this "lake" of "Creators?!"
I, as the newer and redefining "special recipe art vat?!"
"YES!"


Producing a bold and new flavor to the palates of the taste of the "Art's Highest."

I should think of  my Creative "Galleries" to be "worthy of a footstep and a light shine.."
on my "Newest of the Unique Human Artistic Existence?!"
A Toast to that Up-Coming Future!

As my other inspirational heroes once proclaimed, in his artistic words, "To Be...."
"Or not to be...That is The Question!"

As I gaze at his,and  also  his other brethren  of an "almost the never was,"  art spirit's "legends.... "
their after-life speaks to me of spirited and powerfully lit advice  and placement....
My future and hard work... "Staying Rebellious and Unique"
I shall have guaranteed my legend's entry...
Into the galleries of "a newer history..."
Their  advice I truly live by -" I am  not only what I Chose to be..."
"I choose to be 'me,' 'truly','creatively, 'and 'worthy'  of becoming  the 'truer' and 'more uniquely'  defined 'artistic'  legend
Who is simply named  as...
"free!"

She speaks to my soul every night.
Even though I don't know her name
I know that she is out there
Loving me with all her might.

Her signals spark in the weirdest of places
Online
Offline
In songs playing in retail spaces.

Love is a magic that is true and strong

The one that truly has been calling to me
Deserves me near
.she must be so worn out from trying to reach me for so Long.

When the day comes and I find out her name
I shall find her
Hold her
Forever loving her deeply true..
As I Trace back her signals from which they came.

One learns through the hardest of ways.
Scars, Bruises, and Hardened Spirits Lead to New Skills
and a Braver Walk down a Rougher Pathway.
To become stronger...One Must Become Weaker.
To become better.... One must have been at their worst.
Struggles due add Character.
Not just an act with an eye patch and a bad-*** Harley Motorbike.
They are a man no one would expect...who is smaller...tougher....
He can move the shakers and dodge their spikes.
Rainy days do lead to Sunshine and Rainbows.
Now, it is my turn. I've earned my character.
I am not going to be an "actor in a play..."
For I have earned my Sunshine and Rainbows
Through these thunderstorms and fight filled ways.

Almost to wanting my end.
Swipe the blade...**** the pain.
I've been left to the cold wolves of despair so long
Wishing to live....however, wanting to jump off the mend.
I've been treated so cold so long icebergs have formed
over my tears from my heart.
If you were to see me dying.
If my heart stopped.
Would you try and bring me back?
Didn't think so. You never said a word.
Dust to dust.
What's after this living hell...I wish to die.
To see the "Happy Ever After.."
It's better to be numb than to be left to cry.
If I am so meaningless to all of you...why must I just "Exist?"
So, if I were to vanish without a trace would you miss this Face?
Nope.
Hand me my noose. To end my pain. But, Like Houdini.
I'll shall disappear with my exit.

Too old in their eyes for romance.
Not known enough for them to even say a , "Hello."
This silence is jail.
The crime was not fitting in a world just when you needed someone you longed for  to hold out a hand and to give you a chance.
Too questionable to be real.
Wanting a family. Friends. Tried so hard.
The clock runs out. Another breath from Life Death steals.
Words don't count.
Actions hardly seen.
No one seems to look when your at your best.
The world makes you numb and cold
due to being a shut out down barren roads a scattered scene.
Don't know where to go.
Why ask directions.
No one will answer you.
You are the invisible drifter.
Always to be a number 1.
Never with someone who cares
due to you being an invisible number 2.

What becomes of a legend?
He becomes a fairy tale..A Tall Tale... One That Grows thinner every passing day.
Until the truth blares out and the one who becomes the "story" goes off his deep end.
Why must one perish before his hard work hits his public's ears?
Why must scandal hype up the cameras and lights his way when one past day before....
He was a brand new "say."
Now comes those heavy run and false tears.
Where were the cheers when he was at his peek? At his start?
At his peek of performance when he broke out for his "Grand Start?"
Legends can live on, with life, as well.
Instead of "Death due us love his part.."
It should be.....
"Even until his death, then past, from his start do we love the sparks?"
Now we visit his grave in a cemetery park.
Now it is a marker of Bloated Tragedy earning fame. I'd rather put out this flame.
I'm living my start. Past this part... I shall "live and play"
rather than "Die" and be "Celebrated after the anniversary of his death day."

Remembrance and photo albums.
Such items open up portals, to other souls, through time and space.
The moment where you were left there in a photo frame...
Is the place, where your heart recalls, that warm feeling of that time and embrace.
Family.
Lovers.
Past friends and newer foes....
Only the experience through these ages can one define us from those average joeys.
In the fields of hard times and the blackouts due to the Hysteria of Joy to Successes..
Opening up to a photo in an album can be the only force to make the one opening such, to "Confess.."
To one soul wishing to relive
The event and time that only the gift that a photo can give....
Helps us embrace and honor those we lost.
Understand our part in situations...
To understand how to comfort and honor one's strength during a loss.
The Photo in that photo album closes the portal to memories and "Astral Planes" in which we relive.
Moments in time. The gift that only  a photo in the photo album, such miracle of gifts, that only such portals in one's history can "sketches in history" give.

I am a seed.
Planted in the ground.
The winters around me prevent my leaves from sprouting to see the sun blazing all around.
Other plants expect me to be content with what I am.
"There's more than this to be found than what I am,now."
For in the Spring time. When all the clouds of others contempt
and assumption of what should make me content melts like the snows on the ground.
I shall sprout my leaves. I shall become a beautiful flower.
"Now look at what was once just what he was. Now with more color. To be allowed to show my true abilities. I have become more than I was. A flower. To dazzle and comfort, through my new found colors, all of those who view me from all around."

I am a mouse. Living in a maze.
Every corner I hit, I am sent back to the last one.
Just when I think I see the exit in sight...
I'm fooled again. Having to explore what appears like the last zone.
The walls feel like they are caving in.
The weight of lost communications starts to begin.
I wish to see the green grasses of freedom, once more.
Some fresher air as I run out the new found doors.
Trying to become inspired as a man aging and seated here, alone.
The cold winds of solitude chilling me to the bone.
I have worked hard,behind the scenes, to survive.
To become more than  this.
A fragile mouse quietly scampering in his maze.
Those about watching this trick.
To see if the mouse reaches the end of is maze...
Earning his "Carrot" dangling on a stick.

Snow is white.
Snow is Cold.
The perfect time to feel young even when you are old.
Playing in the soft,frozen flakes, dusting your jacket.
Sliding down hills.
Climbing up larger hills with your feet tied with  tennis rackets...
Nothing  to hold you back..
The energy of fun is the spark that puts weariness on the run.
It might be cold on the outside and you are warm on the inside.
After a quick warm drink....you never are to be held up inside.
For in this "winter wonderland."
You smile and you throw snow *****.
After all, this is your "amazement-fun-park land."
Nothing can hold you back,from your imagination,you are King.
Breaking out from within your household walls.
As King, you rule the cold outside.
Well protected within your self created fortress,
Which you have since erected  in snow built halls.

If I were to disappear without a trace...
If I were to die and my life were to be over....what would be the look on your face?
Would you look back and wonder why we never spent quality time together?
Why we never achieved success by working on things, together?
Did you ever wonder why I ever mentioned love?
Would you ask yourself if you ever showed your feelings of wanting me..
if we spent a love,as one, forever?
My eyes freeze shut after tears in a winter night fuse them shut.
Due to the freezing chambers that :winter Stands" in my emotional seasons.
I could have been basking with you in the sun rays of my "Summers.."
Instead silence filled the already quiet airs of needed sounds of your voice.
Instead of actions to show you care for my presence in this place...
No emotions ever show in your unfeeling face.
The word "you" does not mean just the number "one.."
Feelings of separation from people in which you respect, need, and long to have in your life seem to think that you never "deserved" to be among them.
You were defined as an annoying Buzzing Fly. A "Disgusting Garbage Picker"
Due to not having the "best of things" nor the "Best of Vanity."
I was driven, through forced loneliness.. to my end...
through the cold winds of l oneness driving me to Death's Insanity.
Never meeting those expectations or "rules" which are placed in the people's
"Dictionaries" which define who they can and cannot care for.
Not just lust, Romance, but also friendship...
Since you seem to never fit those defining rules, in their books;your sailing vessel , to a brighter future, to. One  less than "Deserted Island"
Shards of dark and hateful words, from you, sank the ship.
I feel love for myself, however, no  Human can be "forced to be his own island." and have to be "forced" to end his lonely hours with the  "desperate."
People who love  to only accept people to fill his life..only because they were the only desperate or scamming ones that would even "Let you in..."
Dragging you down to the Ocean's Bottom due to being involved in their lives full of their sins.
Questions arise to why a heart must beat "Unheard." Just due to how much success or fame he has in his lifespan..well, that's just as accurate, in life's truer "Dictionary" pages ,in which the pages  define "selfish," as defined books can....and do..explained the actions behind a "verb."
Actions speak louder than words.
If none are uttered, as sometimes as cold silence can, "define through actions of backs being held towards you," can ever describe..
The messages behind these actions, in everyone's life, can write the "death notice" of "insanity" of the one you cast off....
In your dictionaries written in your own hand written scribe.

.

I feel the cold energies of doubting eyes upon me ,there.
A place where one conforms to be accepted and to be accepted means
constant actions of the "Norm."
Logic is that there is no "Normal."
We define such from how we experienced life and how our parents
taught us what was "Husband and Wife."
They lead to be examples. And a great job they did.
However, clever as they are, there are closets for which their
"Skeletons" must have been placed.
Silence ,  from them,  a "forgotten  act from the morbid....."
Ways to ward Off People's "Cold Eyes..."
Watching them after they broke. what was to be,forever,  the "norm."
Me, I'm open. "True to thy own self."  
My own definitions.
Respectful of others space in which they define "Prudent."
Definitions of what "slot" you fill; "Celebrity" or "fan?"
"Worth-While"  or "Unneeded"  
"Peer,"Stranger," or "President."
These are all labels to define our places. On Stages in the Play of life.
Do we act in this "scene?" or do we "Wait" until our "Proper Casting" to read a certain line and act out another "script?"
Since I haven't the time to weigh "positions"  on  "what"  I am as an "equal?"
Or, "Strange Peer....?"
My kind heart and supportive Notions- I love to "earn" all ears to "Hear."
My calling to the masses - "I've earned a place in this script to act upon and to be heard..."
As a proven equal in this "crowd..."
Even as I sneak in from being a person from an "audience...".
Now on stage with the "Proven People" to "act with"
And who "earned a position"
to be  "heard"  from, with a heart that's earned it's right to be proud,
hearing "cheers" from the right "Show..."
Did I hide my "Skeletons?"
Avoiding to hide in cast-off "Silence?"
Everyone does. To help maintain an "order" from the "chaos" in society.
So, I obey the way to my "Label" in my "Place" in this "Crowd.."
I walk to and join my rightful life's "College" and "Sorority."
Until next time, when the "cast" is "called" to read the right "script"
My "position," in life is made  "clear," and my "way" is still quite cheerful and lit.

The soul is an energy made up of many colors.
Red,white,yellow,blue, and black.
The powers of such are measurable powers shaking the world....
Moving Lives.... Fleeting in dreams of valor.

Limitations are only made as we allow them to.
Lift away the walls and your astral plane becomes larger than the Earth.
More Powerful Than the sun....
Some powers go past physical life......
They allow us to remain "fun."

Close those eyes. Tap into your being.
Lift up weights...
Fly out of body past limits of physical feeling.

Communicate with history.
Talk with the future.
Start a fire with this energy....
Seal the deal of success like a suture.

For one's mind is not just an invention..the inventor...or the Creator..
It is a weapon.
Devastates the lands with rage...Kills love with jealousy...
Builds radio waves linking one to another...
More important..... Chakras are never to be taken as a joke, loosely.
For they are as deadly as a gun and gentle as a feather.
They can bend matter and even change the weather.

Even past death, one still lives on..
In the "Soulful Energy" it revolves into another life.
An older being to a newer, such.
Person,place,or thing is more powerful...
Than the Mind's energies....oh so marvelous a power.
Use your energies well. Wisely..Selflessly..
For your future's garden  is defined by the use you place
your willful energies to..
A rest stop..a garden place... marking the actions where you shall plant  your "psychic" flowers.

Blink Blink...Where did it go?
The Time?
The Moment flies when we lack the material in which to fill it.
Empty spaces...A Lack of Bravery? To come forth with some creative
Self Fulfillment?
The wic must be lit in order to speed the rocket to blast...
The Rocket shoots the message, in our works, if we fill the right
Creative Powders to Blast from within it.
Can you blame another soul?
If you fail when you never stepped a foot forward and tried?
Through fear you sat in front of the TV with some "Kentucky Fried."
As your friends shake their heads and watched as you sat there and died.
Moments shall take from us just as they can add...
Parts to us if we never add them...The pieces to the puzzle...
That are lost are never placed in
The picture that was our life.
As we allowed ourselves to fade to sin.
The choices were clear as we made them.
Even with a huge sign to point the way, we ignored that still.
So, who's was that weak will?
Fear can never conquer or control us unless we give into it.
So jump up and rejoice as you regain bravery
and "get with it!"
A mind sparks to flame...Lights the powder of the rocket from where the true creativity came.
Not copies of a copy of an already thought up creation. No.
It was the fresh slice of the pie that earned us another penny.
Placed in the jar that is our thirst for "winning."
One,two,until it adds to A Million or more.
Due to our bravery....Our wills are free to score.
Now the moment arrives again. Where doubt weighs you down.
In front of the TV is where you are now seated
with that Bucket of "Kentucky Fried."
What is the path you seek to take?
That's it!
Off the couch, you turned off the Television.
Plopped down the delicious fatty, and  dream-killing snacks..
to the void...you are not headed.
You are now,braver. You put one foot in front of the other.
Now you are still winning my "Creative Brother."
Now you have the life, the change, and the jar from which it came.
For each of the moments that you carefully used up in your life...
A penny was earned...
The celebration cake shall now  be cut....
through the sharp blade..
of Success' Knife.


Where fear shall never,Freely
Roam Amuck.

She was born from a spark called "The Little ******."
An Obsessed Organization of Science thought that they could tame her.
Wrong they were. The burns started to hurt.
The pockets of the public paying for answers
To lies of aa Mental Medicine Breakthrough
Which Lead All Who Created it to ashes and Dirt.
Her Dad tried to keep her safe, "His Little ******."
Forced apart by The Government for their bidding
Took a mother to her grave and a father to his ending.
Now she must finish what they had started.
A drug on test shelves. At a small town University.
No student wants this "Psyche-High"
Not even the heaviest in Druggie Sororities.
The smoke remains and the smell of fear.
She lights the match which is her mind.
"Little ******" has shown those "Evil Think Tanks"
How melted torture leads to an unbreakable spine which it did bind.
Together in a swift and blurred moment.
There she goes.
"The Little ******" goes to her future.
No more chasing....From those Who Thirst For Mental Warfare...
The twisted plot of creating  weapons of the mind...
Lies in ashes as she wipes tears from the force that came
from the same kind.
"I did it for you,Daddy." She exclaimed as The Rainbird Can never fly again.
She protects those who are haunted by genetic's and their unchosen paths....
By the "Bigger Minds" that brought the chemicals through the parent's veins.
Now the records are in vaults as the government seals it with
the blood of a fallen strain...
Of a new hu"man-kind...?"
That was the notion. Evolution Forced too quickly.
Now "The Little ******" shall force Them to Bide by her
terms and the heart from endearment of moments of the same kind.
Flashes Back to moments. Now smoking History.
"Little ******" has brought peace to all of the fallen Souls
Locked in her heart's memory.

I bore through the rough tides.
I swam to the land.
A deserted and tropical Island.
Where one needs to keep stronger paced  strides..
To Survive.
To keep sane.
Even when this hectic and unfamiliar   land tries you...
Until it kills your soul due to the empty rains.
Falling upon  the single one.
That's you...
on this land.
A deserted and tropic island.
Making tools out of rocks and sticks.
Creating A life boat..
to float you back to familiar shores.
Where you were not left a castaway alone....
to be left by yourself
In order  to remain alive.
Hope keeps you going.That's the trick...
Knowing you will make it back
To  home,once again, the thought of such
causes you to thrive.
Now you've set assail on your wooden craft.
Days on the waves rock you heavy and long.
Until the shores of your city are seen.....
You protect your supplies, hold your sail up high, and you remain strong.
Now the impossible has been beat.
Now comes the hard part...
Not to set back into the motions...
The ways that set you on a destination...as a castaway
on the seas to the Deserted and tropical Island in A Drift.
In thoughts that governed you to a hasty and quick run.
Thinking that not one
from which you had left behind
Back in your city
Had wanted you there.
Now, back into the city  lights you walk.
Where hands,all too  familiar, reach to grab and to hold onto you quit swiftly...
Now, you hold your wooden craft, as a masterpiece on display.
To mark the beginning to the ending of your journey.
To which your mind remains clear.
Avoids another lost trip...
Due to you seeing more than what your clouded and angry mind wished for you to see....
to open up your eyes and to see, so much more clearer...
The sun you have had all along....
Instead of making rains, in your soul, you keep in the rays of the sun.
To bask in a warmer and a much more gift-filled way.

Year after the year things never change.
Family members die or leave.
Connections Break.
Until one moment arrives to break the chains.
Memories over-run your mind.
Sick of being sick you redefine your resolution.
New Lands? New People? Simply Traveling?
Maybe all of the above can keep your pieces together
and becomes the better solution.
You've spun your wheels. At least you've watch them go round and round.
Now, hungry for action. You will travel until such a "non-repetitive way"
may be put in place...you shall be found.
Remaining invisable...even by friends. The hurt remains that no word can heal..
The pain inside after no action was taken..
To comfort and enjoy time with you.
After all the effort you placed into them......
Friends beg you not to leave....
But in the end.You are the one who feels forsaken.
You promise yourself "no more breaking" "No more Nonsense."
So it appears you must break or jump over
the objects and subjects  that have kept you in a trapped and suffocating fence.
An area you refuse to stay in and simply be wrote off as "all talk."
Your newest plan will be in "motion." and the ending shall be ideas and a simplistic "notion."
Next stop- the ocean?

One never knows me unless they've tried me.
I am a diamond in the Rough
I am the Sun on your Darkest of times.
Routine.
People get lost on how they should meet or their type of person that seems the right fit.
Beyond the wrapper on a candy bar, one never knows a taste before they take a bight.
The new flavor becomes, on store shelves, a hit.
Mr. Right isn't always a straight forward guess.
He sometimes is right in front of your face.
In the most unexpected of places.
There might not be a limo pulling up to your front door on that first date.
Or a "Hello" in a coffee shop as you walk in.
Maybe on the job or the internet which you've been too afraid to Take new Friends from such in.
Look past what you think is your "perfection."
Beneath this rough and seemingly out-of-date style
You shall find a huge heart beating for you...
Fresher for you...
And stronger for you..
Than any other guy from who you've loved
From the traditional ways you've met him in.
I am the guy who walks in the rain to meet you as he had promised.
Supports you when you are at your weakest or sickest.
I am one to make you laugh when you wish to cry.
Much more than this, for in every relationship, I don't quit on someone unless there is no other way in which we can try....
To go past what is considered a true limitation
or an overated expectation.
For now that I've gotten you to see what is inside of me....
And you are not afraid to try...
Past the normal means in which you search.....
Go over the wall you've built and try me....
Together, deeply and true, we can run together and then be truly free.

A time of snow, imagination, and Family.
Loved Ones...
Decorated halls in homes...
Displays at a store...
Even the Salvation Army Santa asking for a donation..
Oh so much more!
Feelings....
Being together...
Remembering.......Past Times
Where,as we were Kids before Christmas Eve, as we await for  Santa as Twelve o'clock chimes.
People who become so happy...just to show you that they care..
Even a phone call from someone in which you care.
The Holiday Season is so bright and so alive.
No matter what type of the "Giving Spirit" in which You Celebrate..
Hanukkah,Christmas, or even your own version of what this time of year means to you...
and to others around....
Can make this world more peaceful.. and for a short spell...
Ooh so profound.
For one cheerful act and spirit ignites into another.
The chain of positive energy and wishes for a better life...
Cuts away those deep,dark,and hateful blues like a knife.
Just a respite from worries and some hurtful events is worth this short time span...
To do your part, in the heart of the Holiday season, just by taking time to share the true message of giving...all the giving feeling that you can.
Whether materialistic, or  simply a handshake, to a hardened soul..  stops at least one sad heart from a harsh break.
For in this "Holiday Season," True love and your heart's cheer for another ,shall make one once dark  and gloomy  soul
become another bright  friend.
In which ,to share with you,  a happy Holiday stroll.

Freedom of speech is a gift Uncle Sam gave to everyone.
This beautiful gift allows equal expressions and something even grander..
Having a choice...
To learn from what is being taught
To speak up for yourself in defense for  yourself  and your loved ones.
To write beautiful poetry and written novels for the masses...
Having the power to use this gift in ways that benefit...
Never loosely spilling words of hate ....
Nor advocated violence in twisted cult classes.
Beauty is in everyone.
Such I love to see shared.
Not just silently.....to the world around them.
For one selflessly well guided and helpful word can
mean a violent act, to a community, can be spared.
Words can hurt. So I believe.
We were given a gift..... let us  share such for the greater good.
Let the hearts that need such a voice be spoken for and be mended...
Through a kind message, all the violence will end.
Simply by using Uncle Sam's gift by giving gifted and helpful speech back to our communities, instead of remaining quiet, and simply receiving.