Patience.
Sometimes the word is hard to even say.
When one moment..
When one  outcome....
Fuels the need to rush.
Instead of enjoying a slow and detailed way.
As The future is always uncertain...
Not even a Psychic on a hot-line can tell you a sure outcome for such..
The heat starts a boil....
Inside of our souls.
To quicken to an answer to our questions to "What?"
Like a child awaiting Santa on a Christmas Evening....
We  push until speedy answers become a crutch.
As we rush we create our own diluted outcome or result to a passion..
A finished product...
A Sealed Deal at Work....
To hear an answer "right away!"
We fail to see a more beautiful "finish line" as in the tale of "the Tortoise and The Hare"
Who race against each other in deep passion.
The Tortoise wins by being himself, "Slow and Steady."
While the Hare burns up the track and himself to powder
Due to his ill-faded "speedy line" fashion.
Rushing burns the future to a thin and diluted soup
As we allow the moment, instead, to slowly simmer and cook...
We enjoy the spoils of flavor as we follow the steps..
Enjoying the pages read when cooking up memories in
"Life's Cook Book."

The silent hours chill the air with the absence of others.
The faint ticks of a nearby kitchen clock and a passing jet,overhead, mark the hours, since I've tried to fall to slumber.
The halls of my mind are dusty galleries of those once exciting and eventful days
When I was younger and much more content.
Fearing each empty spot on these walls of my halls  in these dusty galleries of my mind
I've noticed that it has been a while since I was able to put a memory up due to another empty and unfulfilled moment.
I jump, quickly, into another hall which is full of vibrant and more happier collections.
The warmth comes back, for a while, and my faded and weak imagination starts to build.
Once more I can day dream of excitement and come forth with an action plan to win this battle I have with the clock.
Father time reminds me, with each passing season and every change of our clocks in the fall and early summer, how much time that is left. Before the sands that  he holds for me
run themselves empty.
I fall to twilight sleep dancing with Peter Pan and Little Tinker Bell.
A quick bit of bright luminosity.
My dark halls light up and bare what is beneath the dusts in the halls of my life's museum of achievements.
The fear slides away as I see the truth. I have done the best that I could do with what I have been given.
Like Frank Sinatra sings, at what was his "near end," I did it "My Way."
The strength of such revelations always make my blood fuel my heart and my passion to be even better of a creator
Never giving up with every new and passing day.
Such a gift.
My feet are now light.
I fall to sleep...
Sleeping to the sun's signal of a new day..
Shooting onto my body his bright and life sustaining rays.

Walls of Brick
Soldiers Clad in Iron
Towers that pointed up to the sun...
Lined a city in the Dark Ages
Deemed as a "Myth"
Camelot holds secrets
Which have never been uncovered..
Replaced history
A true place lost and  changed in time...
Due to whimsical movies and books lined with a children's story.
The grounds no longer hold a building...
The Legend Remains...
Soldiers fighting for honor and for their kings
and the well kept treasures valued to the lands...
Camelot was a lifestyle and Magical Icon
Now it is a trademarked brand.
Rest in pieces unknown land...
Until we meet again and unearth your true heritage
Let's enjoy people's myths of you upon bright lit stages.

People hold a magic of their own.
Unaware of such, their gifts go on, unused.
There are ways we travel as we dream at night.
Astral planes and magical realms in which our minds
separate from our bodies and fly like Peter Pan.
Our minds hold a magic to communicate. Without saying a certain word.
We can feel what others are feeling.Send our feelings for others to feel.
All of this might seem impossible to you. Open up your mind
and give this magic a try. It shall become all so real.
Scenes appear, in this magic, before they have happened to alert us of an opportunity to stop a tragedy before it happens.
To see an event after it happens...as a view like such of a television set,
it reveals the past and clears the mystery around the unsolved.
Look into your heart and mind. Open up your third eye and see this new magic that is now, with you ,a magically fused gift set.

The television is a portal into another world.
Streaks and flashes of light form a "Crystal Ball"
that shows us the events and messages from afar.
The change of a channel and we go to another place.
Another time.
We see and discover what is behind another face.
Television is magic.
As it entertains
It educates
And it informs us of what events we need to be aware of
No matter how scary or tragic.
Don't got lost inside of this land.
Even through all of television's wonder
There is an equally amazing world, out there, which surrounds us.
Smells
Touch
Interactions of wildlife and people out on the streets that beat the "magic set" through all of this added splendor.

Working hands
A passionate heart
New products and ideas brought to a vibrant start.
Hard labor
Money to perfect a love
For one's industry and product
Packaged neatly and lovingly with a bow.
Scars on the hands that mark their dedicated years
of seeing their market through
To the end and passed to the younger family
Lights the flame and melts away cold fears.
Fuels our economy
Solid markings for a brighter future
The hands of the handyman never rest
Until every tool has been worn down in their work vests.

Lands grow colder as the season changes
Fog lays over our cities like a blanket of light fabric cloth.

Shaking to the rush of cold air as I smile and  I chill
To the beginning of a new chapter being written in my life's pages..

Winter is rest time for all of the animals around us
Survival time for us Humans as we work for a better life.

The ice strands dangling from the buildings around me
Add design to the theme which Mother Nature Calls "Chilled Life."

Winds freeze not only those up and about
It freezes the waters and preserves the plants in their
"Preserved  life  poses"
Mother Nature's  joyful and cold winter message
That cuts through the land  
Like a sharp and long Carving Knife.
.

My eyes opened to the wonder around me.
So much to see in a day fresh and young.
Taking in the brisk morning air.....
I looked up and  I saw dancing clouds, a bright fiery
ball, the sun.
With full lungs...My imagination was now on the run.
My eyes opened to see....  a shadow from my body.
An image ,like a marionette, dancing along with me.
It started some laughter,from the  vision, which this whimsical imagery's wake-up call had just  rung..
To remind me that I am part of this world.
A grand place that it is.
All the smiles around me, from passers walking by..
the scenery around me...
the sounds of nature..
Reminded me to be grateful of all that I am.
That I am not as different  from any who were
around me there.
Erasing the thoughts that had once cast a rain cloud above me
and had brought me down...
I shed  my pity and sometimes large ego and  found, "A Happy Goodbye."
When my eyes were closed, I was too blind to see.
With my ears closed, I was to deaf to hear.
Now that I took the first step...
Out into the bigger world of the "Open."
To a better future, from despair, I know is now near...
These closed eyes are no longer too blind to see...
"Now,"  to the real me my inner voice had to say, "with no longer closed ears" "You are now able to see the beauty of each passing day."

Out rose the Sun and Out went the Darkness.

Heating the morning moisture off of the surroundings.

Heating up the cold which was brought fourth by the Night.

Sun rays awoke me as they warmed my tired and cold body.

The sight of which charged my batteries and warmed my soul.

The days bring forth a new frontier.

A newer time in which to try new things.

A fresh time in which old tricks are tried in a newer way.

Workers zip to and from their shops to start their workdays.

Students Arise with Breakfast to Start a newer day of school.

The daytime heals wounds through the warmth of the sun.

Refreshing the spirit and mind through fresh and warm winds.

Bringing forth  moments.... that reset days to a newer opportunity.

Days enlighten me and inspire me through the breathtaking scene of a sun rise.

The warm winds wake and refresh me to a more wakeful state of mind.

Days remind me of a new chance in which to make a difference in mine, and others people's   lives.

The Nighttime chills down the land and darkens out the bright sunlight to signal the time for sleep and more relaxed feelings.


The stars mark their boundaries , above us, in their positions in the vast area of space.

To entertain and provide us with a message from their constellations.

The Moon shines it's pale white light to light our way down darkened ways. As the surface of it shares a "Man in the moon" and "The Sea of Tranquility."

Creating a beacon to summon all nocturnal animals out of their daytime slumbering.

Balance is between night and day.

One cannot exist without the other.

In symbiance, they share portions of the days with each other.

Welcoming unique and wonderful nature activities.

Balancing energies that feed us with much needed elements that fuel the body and strengthen the mind.

As the Man in the Moon says "Hello" to brother "Sunshine....."
both exchange their duties and rest until their next day on the job.

The power of communication lights even the darkest of times.

Just one "Hello" or thoughtful message can save those lost
From drifting without a hand to hold on to.

Postcards ,which started your Grandparent's relations overseas, to their wedding..was worth the postage and the chance of a greater outcome.

Loss of contact can be worse than bad advice.

One feels the cold of silence...

Since all they needed was an open ear for someone to lend them...
  
To save them from some lonely hours of pain, was never there..

They faded from trusting you.

Opening up to someone is always worth more than some extra unspent days and wasted  time...
 
   Avoiding to speak your mind...
Due to the fear of regrets and rejection...   
 Is only a lost chance to find that new "Best Friend."

To brighten up their minds to know how you are doing.
Even though miles away...
A new part of world news or culture is shared..

Fears of the worst of events, sometimes, keep us from stopping to a stranger to say, "Hello."

One never knows unless they've tried...

A proper Salutation and a warm-hearted intention is all one needs to send ,to  another ,to keep the chain of light steady and bright.

Reach out and say, "Hello."

The ways in which  we communicate may  have changed, however, never the outcome....

   of that postcard sent to your soon-to-be-grandmother, that your grandfather sent to her in Germany was s a chanced communication that created your generation.

Why must I feel this void?
Emptiness to fill with, questions?
On how or what to fill it with.
Maybe a new car or reaching Fame's status?
Get a Nobel Peace Prize and Solve the World's Dilemmas.
Even though I feel alone without a light to shine my pathway
Down the corridor to the right way to fill life's emptiness?
I see my achievements. I mark my calendar.
Maybe the end of this man's lifespan ,in length of times to come,
It isn't many calendars afar.
I feel numb to once exciting and fulfilled activities ..
The Lack of cheers, funds to spend for a more colorful life, or notoriety published for things I've created in my name..
To show in history books..?
To enjoy fruits of my toil and Labor..?
Much Needed Acknowledgement for a gift of artistic love to my community?
Could it be me feeling like a small ant in a huge colony called my "City?"
Eventually, I shall find my answers and my way. A little help from spectators couldn't hurt.
When romance is never and closer.
When long and quiet nights go on without my love's signal
noticed as I see her return my flirts?
I thirst for a bottle of excitement and a sweet pastry of romance to dine on, these frightful nights.
Finished with Chocolate Emmy Truffles and a glass of a family labeled milk?
Here I lie shaking with fright.
I know I'm simply longing for a more eventful existence within excitement's vine swung to a surprise ending...
to this life with success and a wedding ring?
A man old enough to research his life that has fallen ill with "wheretogoitis" cured by mature hands of a doctor, that is in me, to learn to reimagine himself and just be able, inside, to earn the drug, the curing chemical witch  such is Newermomentus Fastistique?

Empty inside.
Love is always late to class.
Should I toast Loneliness' triumph with the raise of my wine glass?
I could become comfortably numb.
**** inside myself and act, sitting here, motionless and dumb?
Should I admit I like her?
If admitting such will cause her to run from me and become a faint blur?
Icicles from the coldness of this patient and cold void stab my heart
Right in the middle.
Should I play the Devil for a deal for a score with my fiddle?
I act alike any one else around here who pretends.
To be content.
In my world as I am boxed in a corner ,already.
Feeling stuck without her loving hand to fail to relent..
To give in to my true kindness given to her and my love she sees to be real?
Maybe I'm not playing the right part in this picture show.
Maybe I need a new script to send a message to her heart
So, for me, she can understand how deep for her I feel.
I pretend to smile. I long for a life's road partner and companion.
Why must I fall for such a lady?
A beautiful soul and creation I see as a work of art....
Who already has her love..her champion?
I live afar..Long to be near to her.
I wish to share my life with her... who is a bright light.
Maybe I need to check my sanity and call it a night.

The City of Love become under attack.
Forced fears in beloved Paris....
Tears of Pain brought through gunshots and some bloodshed.
What was the message that the gunman had to share?
To disrupt peaceful life as acted through a mind that had surely cracked?
Permanent words imprinted into those victims who were wounded and some are now dead.
Due to attention sought by a blood-thirsty trigger-man  
Disrupted Views by innocent eyes of those enjoying a star-filled night
As the violent ones carried on their plans to write a darker future...
For the "City Of Love"
Now tonight, hence carried the name; "City Of Cold Fright."
Blessings and warmth from around the globe are energizing those lost and who were forced to endure...
A part in their lives, which souls were forced to take cover and take flight in;  the reason for such remains unsure.
Why must we suffer or die to satisfy an evil need?
A Dark Hunger?
Or A Delusional mind believing they had a reason.....
To act on an urge to hurt a city of wonder in their treason?
We are united in remembering those lost and or scared.
In this night of horror and unneeded terror.
Heal your hearts...Dry Your Tears.......Feel Our Hearts Powerful Energies that shall see you through the journey you need to mend.
Justice will be found for you.
Violent voices shall be forever silenced and never be allowed to speak again...
As we are love united.
A troubled world to be changed by us strong women and men.

Looking up to the deep,blue skies, I started to flash back to my childhood.
My innocence.
My Health.
My Imagination that was so powerful and so inventive.
Floating back from the moment that I was in, such memories brought me to a greater frame of mind.
Sweetly Pure were My Daydreams. The feeling quite Intensive .
Even as an adult, I have the same powerful Imagination.
The same fresh excitement to the simple elements of life.
Snowflakes.
Raindrops.
Thunder.
Those shadows at night that bring forth thoughts that cut into you, like a knife.
I started to giggle as my friend looked at me in question.
"What's so funny?"
I turned my eyes to look into his.
"I'm a reborn child..."
"The color in life is yours. Let your inner child come out."
Never let go of your youthful traits.
From such...You have become a brand new Human invention.

I looked into the mirror
I saw my true face for the first time.
For the distortion of "should be's" definitions...
"What I need to be's" definitions...
They were erased from my planning board.
Of my reinvention...
Television stars are "everybody's fools.."
As I listen to Amy Lee sing..
"People's entertainment" that my mind tricked me into having to imitate. Inadequate tools.
In my "wrecked toolbox" that I thought that I need to bring.
As I started to look at those "real" stars around me... Ones who selfeshly started to reeducate..
My mind to restock the tools in my once "wrecked" toolbox...
I saw what my face truly reflected..
A beautiful man mislead by needing to be "seen" as someone... A shining "star.'
I once shined just as bright until my insanity wrecked it.
Now that I've rebuild what I have destroyed...
I'm the new "man In the mirror.."
As I hear Michael Jackson sing "making the world very clearer."
Looking back at what things that I truly have achieved... I see a clearer image of my reflection in the mirror...
Images that are the "truer Me" and such are much more clearer.

I have always feared the silence of night.
Others once near being out and about.
Private hours never enjoyed through the distraction of emptiness and fear.
I never had seen it as a gift... Of enjoying being at my best. By myself. Youthful plights.
A breezy lift...
Energies to create and to become truly eventful.
As I was used to chaos and tragedy to interrupt these times as i , alone, sickly adored.
I became stronger and used to these times, once again.
As a a true friend rescued me out of a battle that I needlessly fought.
They brought me back to the calm and the serene.
Now, even in the silence of me being alone at night...
I release my creative and inventive plight.

I see the beautiful women walking down my street.
Wearing their Finest clothes
Seductively winking at me and turning up the heat.
I see into many of their eyes
Into their souls...
It is their heart I wish to meet.
Looks open up many doors.
"What mine is mine And soon I will own your's."
The heart tells only the truth. What it wants is love and everlasting youth.
The heart sings a song that the Sirens never sing
Attracting only the other that it longs for...
A faithful love and it's eternal bond is the gift to witch it brings.
Attraction is motivated by the body and lust.
My lust is of that and a much more beautiful kind...the heart.
For a lady's soul makes me hotter to finally the energy of a flame.
Eternal partners fused by true heart and soul's attracted
Through seeing through the eyes of one another's hearts.
Ending days of the lonely...ending into satisfaction from energies fused from the true sources from one and the same.

A family begins with two loving hearts
Joined together in love and the longing to share, together, each other's spirits..as one...forever.
Kids are born and raised out of love.
For they shall make our names remain in the world.
As we help them learn, to grow, and  us sharing , with  them, our wisdom.
They were created out of love's unity.
Future leaders, healers, or artists to add remarkable feets or creations to be written in the books of future history.
We take care of them now
They shall take care of us as we grow old.
Family is a gift to us..from bounded love
Such an energy
As our family history and future shall grow.
A light to all...never to be taken for granted.. Our family is like a precious jewel...to hold close to the heart, dearly. On display for others to enjoy it's glow.

My age has brought me wisdom
Great memories from moments in my past.
I don't see myself as becoming old...
Quite the opposite
I grow younger in my energy as hope's signal has been cast.
I shall make a difference in this lifetime.
My name shall be remembered, forever.
In the great deeds that I have done
In the artistic inventions I've left as a gift to the world..
That remains a bright light and message to fade, never.
In the pages of my books and the paintings you have displayed on your walls.
Such are part of me, my true everlasting spirit
That shall roam your heart's artistic loving halls.

The energies from your heart fuel my passion from afar.
My longing for you grows deeper,still.
My mind, through love and vivid dreams, makes my energies shoot to your heart like a shining star.
Kisses beneath the moonlight.
Our souls become one and together.
Even though we are separated by miles...
We Are together in love's presence, forever.
The words in your letters and the sound of your voice over the phone
Melts away the cold loneliness
Through each other's interaction makes us to be never left alone.
The future shall bring us physically together in life and family.
Through love and it's power
You small always be part of and with me.

He has a light that shines from within
A signal of care to those who warm him from the heart.
Intent to warm those cold and to enlighten those darkened
Through creative sparks that never seem to weaken.
An answer to life's crisis is needed
If we bond together we can make sure all who are lost are found.
So keep connected to the light.
For you are never alone as long as you are aware of my everlasting care.

Tears fall down my face
Empty hours that I am trapped
Inside a quiet and fearful space.
No place that people seem to understand
When this rodent needs space and land
To be around others like himself.
He tries to communicate but his words lead him to another misunderstanding.
Broke and without a way to roam
His spirit weakens and starts to die
Is there no way out of this cage?
This rodent curls in his cage's corner
Where he lies.

I see the violence in other nations on television.
I see those who live in fear and tears.
When will we be able to see one another as equal peers?
I wish I could bring some sense into those hungry for power.
Who am I but one person viewing the news that only lasts one hour?
I can bring forth this message of support
To the innocent caught between political war courts.
You matter to me and to the maker who sees you.
Never stop using your voices
Continue to fight for the right to peaceful homelands.
For hand in hand..us human beings.. Giving up is never any wiser of your choices.

My dreams are a vacation that I often take.
No planes. Luggage, or schedules to keep.
Blessed are the astral planes I travel along with every destination that I stake.
A marker on beautiful scenes on a map in a world I carefully create.
The people I know in my life are always there to meet me...
As my soul whisks them away with me.. On one adventure that is great..
For no boundries , no enemies, and no troubles are there.
In wonderland, Alice can chase me, the white hare.

As I sit
Late into the night...
Sometimes I think of my past
Sometimes I think of my future.
Past my mistakes or "what might have been"
I flash back to the moment where I am safe.
The future will come no matter how I try to avoid it.
Today is the gift where I can use such moments of doubt and define a beautiful future...
By never forgetting to count my blessings
Using my God given talents..
And never forgetting to say, "thank you" in true blue gratefulness.

We touched each other's faces with a loving touch.
Gazing into each other's eyes, I could sense our souls start to connect. A hunger for each other's bodies started overwhelming our senses.. we clenched our appites through deep and long lasting movements.
Holding her hips, we kissed deeply. Tasting our desires..I started to rub your back and strong shoulders.
The sound of your satisfaction fueled my need to have your body, deeply. The flames of desire grew even more intense.
The taste of the sweat on your neck and shoulders was amazing as I felt your fingers upon my back and buttox.
We made love, that night, quite deeply.
As we became one, I could read the love in our movement and the reaction of your body.
"I shall love you forever" I whispered into her ear.
We climaxed, together, as her voice restated the phrase which I proclaimed as our "forever."
Holding each other and smiling...looking into each other's eyes...softly, in synch, we exclaimed to each other ,softly ,"we are one, in love together, forever."

Love is a force that draws one to another
It is an energy that shines from our soul and draws in another.
Lust is never a clear message
Rather our hormones forcing us to rush
As our hearts fight to clear the tainted garble.. As ones mind becomes mislead, overheated, and draws the other we seek .to clear from us , As our minds turn to mush.
Losing such care to a  loss of our senses leads to emptiness.
What to fill the void with then becomes a need for more wisdom.
As the next heart we seek will be from our newly found tenderness.
We must grow as one with the one we seek.
Carefully plotted steps on life's ladder
To forever is what we truly need to seek.
Our looks are merely an advertisement for the occupancy of the hearts vacancy.
After we meet, at first glance, this moment paves the next way
Down true hearts path to love and family..such is the "forever-after" and keeps us two together every sunny day.

There is a monster that causes disease to ones heart.
Fame is a drug that slowly kills you
One dosage brings the fuel the monster needs to make it's start.
Family is forgotten and changed to your status crew.
Although you are wanted by many
You are surrounded by the feelingless few.
After the high ends and the moments start to become more empty
Your heart becomes harder to satisfy
So you shall need more thrills and this drug called "plenty."
Your mind wanders to the past and you start to wonder where your true self did go
Now the curtain rises
Time for another show.

Once a year we celebrate the tales of the dead.
An ice pick in the chest or an ax through one's head.
****** tales and make-believe are best shared with teeth rotting sugars until this horror-happy day leaves.
A chain saw to cut up another victim to prepare the night's feast
Follows a scream full of fear and the chase of a murderous beast.
We all become actors in Halloween celebration...
So dust off your spell books and conjour up some fun conversations.

Haunting ghosts of memories of the past shriek loudly in my head.
I chase after these skeletons ending this conflict by seeing them dead.
The messages taunt me even in my waking hours.
Even as I escape Despair's path by walking in fields of flowers.
The lack of connection of those people I miss
The quiet hours I try to fill seem to sicken me like venom
After a rattlesnake hiss.
I stay strong through my will and slam the memorial closet door.
Voices may haunt me
But they shall defeat me no more.

When I first glanced into your eyes
I saw visions of hope
The beauty, from your big and true soul, in which my love relies upon
The strength from the fires of your desire to be beside me.
Your love has made me braver
In which my strength now makes me free.
Entwined hearts like ivy vines in a vineyard
We are an intoxicating wine
In which one drinks and enjoys blissful drunken moments
Letting desire run wild
Hot and true
I feel your spirit mold my soul
Into something less meek and mild.
Now we dance to the beat of our loving hearts
Forever true and strongly fused, together..
We are always in the Garden of Eve, forever
Now that our need,for each other
Takes us over....right from one another in first sight.

Immersed in deep and warm waters
In blissful, warm, and clear sparkling oceans
I swim to a relm of deeper awareness
Thoughts connecting radio waves from my mind...to another..excited emotions.
Two souls connected as one.
More powerful as one mind
Than as two separate minds thinking alone..
Electrified waves of deeper discovery
To the answers to the  complex problems that ate through to the bone.
A team
Fighting, together, to aid in the strength of our future.
Clairvoyance doubles security and the power of our intellects
To defeat those full of blind ignorance
Once at our weakest
A disease,to us, once infects
Us to a scared fever of delirium
Now the ones who were the disease
Through combined teaching
Are the cured ones.
Miles apart..however ,in mind, we are always together.
Connected as one
We defeat overwhelming odds
As one energy, forever.

Leaves change their colors
Signaling the change to fall.
Animals prepare for the change to winter.
Cold winds push back the heat of the summer sun
As we turn back our clocks to shorter days.
Some costumes on Halloween
A huge turkey carved in celebration of Thanksgiving
Such marks the colorful season called Fall.

Out and Down

But never lost.

I stumbled and I fell but paid off the costs.

I fought the hard fight and won my battles.

Now the losers strike back in clouds of protest.

Honor guides me to safety. Never selfishness.

Tears of a clown I comically set out to hear the laughter

during hardened times.

Those who stood with me enjoy wines from earned dimes.

Cheers guide us to our comrades.

Who see the truths of liberty and justice.

Of a nation of Honor who wishes to support us.

Nations that shake our hands.

In union we fight.

Sweet victory in wars started by those who wish to destroy us.

I look out my window

Sights of night life and glimmering lights…..

My mind starts to dream of oceans and a shadow.

Of the one who ventures quietly, still.

She is empowered by those who fill her with bright  strength

by signals projected  through their strong wills….

For her to stay strong.

Don’t back down.

She never thinks of such.. Despair never handed her it’s

thorny crown.

Through hard times and a broken back

Success is the outcome

Of the one who shares our messages

In music and in the artistic words

of voices that need to be heard

Since strength comes to those who empowers these messages.

In believing in the one who broke out in song, dance, acts of plenty.

Life is sort of a stage

Where one earns their right to be viewed as an award

to honor those she speaks for to shine the light to

those lost to and never shared in the book of history’s

pages.

They tell him what to say and how to do it
Not out of care for him...They care about "status.."
He asks them, "Why should I stay around if only to be censored
by the lot called "us?"

After being told "I could never fall for the likes of you"
"But I can be your friend if you do as I say"
It only throws salt into wounds of the heart
that **** his artistic passion of that day.

Everyone seems to care about everyone else.
However, this missing factor in the "social equation"
is "you."

This morning Franenstein looked into his mirror.
His heart beat gentle and kind
Yet his view scares the masses.
What's the matter? Why the tears and years of Regret?
Could a plastic surgeon rebuild his confidence?
Was it worth falling for the beauty if she was alike the others?
She'd never see your big heart.Just the shell.
A candy looks beautiful from the outside.
Yet the taste only lasts a second.
Will you grab your pitch forks and torches and run after me?
How would it hurt you to get to know the real me?
Or shall a bag of diamonds be in gain in order  in befriending me?
This "monster" has a gentle touch
However, tears drop on the mirror
as I gaze at the image that has prevented me from experiencing the warmth of people remaining beside me.

Over and over again they tell you that  they "care."A few misguided or untruthful words
leave another spot that is vacant there.
Sometimes the heart can only take so many people leaving
until it freezes and trusts no longer.
Why do you stay with someone?
Why would you care?
How would you effect them if you just left them there ?
Would this breaking heart become any stronger?
Money becomes a factor.
Respect becomes thin.
Why should I give up and let the soul suckers win?
So I stay strong, out of need, and look for another to fill the spot
that the last false friend drove off and left me an empty lot.

My heart sings a song that is oh so profound.
Shouting colorful beams of energies that sweeten my soul
They are added to my coffee cup after I brew the grounds.

A few sips... after the creams of accomplishment are added
Signals power up my once slow and foggy mind.

Leaving me open to bigger and more complex of delightful moments...

Contents
Ingredients in my life's java
hype my rhythm and add dance steps to the foggiest of moments in my life.

Such brew of Coffee I savoir every morning.
Which brand I drink never costs me a cent.

The bright and hot sun beams life into my body.
Waking from my slumber....refreshed
To another day I look forward to explore.
For each day always gives me even more

Excitement
Emotions
Challenges
Thrills...

So many things to enjoy..in 24 hours...
There shall never be a lack of these powers

Of passion to thrive to the thrill
of a day that brings warmth and winds
I breath such into my lungs....life.....

I climb the mountains
I challenge the pain
I overcome my obstacles
I melt the coldness of others
I radiate warmth given to me by the sun
and the ones around that shine like such...

The sun... the life it warms to life....
It cuts into a sculpture..such as I...being finished,yet...
As the creator wields his knife.

Add another tick of a clock
A moment has been lived.
Measured in Father Time's hourglass
we have only so much sand that he can hold for us..
Tick Tock
Enjoy the best out of each moment...toasting to a wine glass
Memories held to the passing of time
Here it goes..the true earned dime...
Nothing Fancy.....
A black and white storybook...a few items earned..
Days lived...lessons learned.

Stories that  live on in my mind
For my soul to to enjoy.

Now a newer moment to live..
I'll be back later.
When the moments ahead
Bring me more stories....to share
from my artistic heart.... my all I give.

One Moment....They Love you Like a Miracle
The Next Moment ...... Silence Reigns Over the Land
As they Vanish.... A frozen dagger in your chest like an Ice-cycle.
Feelings Ice Over.... Winter in Alice's Wonderland.

Where did we go? What happened to us?
No answers to the questions that eat away at our heart
Until it can no longer beat....... It is a worthless piece of metal with rust.

Tears wash the dry eyes that mark the nights we failed to sleep
Avoiding the storybook movies that play in our minds at night
Which are our Nightmares....... Blood pricked from
The Spinning Wheel... You Become the "sleeping Beauty..."
Baggage weighs one to their knees in fright.

Breaking the chains of dependency, I escaped "Heartbreak Hotel."
Now the vacancy is yours for a newer "tall tale"
for you to tell Yourself in the mirror... when nobody's home.
Even the dedicated fairies lost sight of hope in our desperate path
which we called "love."

Now that we are walking on two separate and much brightly lit paths
We escape despair's cages....
A beautiful flying and free White Winged Dove.

Unless some things are lost
There is nothing to gain.

Growing through life's showers
Help's one to deal with true pain.

Once the storm of life has passed
The sun shall pop out
warming the soul
Leaving one happy and with their dry tears that have passed.

One cannot understand the value of some thing
or some one
unles they have been lost...

However, experience in life does has its cost.

Words are weapons
Just like a sword

Watch your tongue wisely
or your cut someone to the bone.

Blood spills as such is the feeling of being betrayed
By the one you care for leaves you to slowly die alone.

A true man helps to dress the wounds
He watches the future and perfects his mistakes
to a brighter energy to what he has done

Over words that have once cut another
His inner battle has been won.

As I write this, my heart has been crying inside.
I would love to see the people I care for Talk with me...
Not down to me. Like an adult with the brain of a child inside.

I have made mistakes
They have never been forgotten.

Through the reprimand of a friend as I lie on the bed depressed
Cuts my heart in two.  They devour the piece of my heart which they have  forcibly gotten.

My opinions are corrected....I am preached too as if my friend were an "all knowing Guru."

How can I feel free if I never am set lose in order to find myself?

I place myself last...I save everyone else,first.
If I fail, I have made another mistake
which is placed on their pride's shelf.

I have to talk,act, and be the way these friends declare that I should be
Or I'm not a friend, then, I am a selfish devil.

There is no freedom of speech for me nor understanding of feelings...
So the end to a poem as the last part of my bleeding heart
Which Dies a little more with a feeling of my "true nature"
Being mistaken as "EVIL."

The tornado hit  without a warning.
I ran to my basement and huddled as I waited for the worst to pass.

As the sun peered his head from the clouds and rain...
I climbed from my bunker and stepped outside.
The scenery was quite charming.
Mother Nature Cleaned the dreariness from the day.
A smile formed on my face
I then was able to laugh and be happy.

I assumed that, in my bunker, that the  storm would wipe my  existence
without a trace.

The "worse" that can come, from life,  our mind creates.
Making a "mountain" from a "Molehill" is an easy way to
cope  with "Fight or Flight."

Only when we can train our mind's to stop and process proper "escape routes"
Can we prepare for what storms lie ahead and enjoy a better "sight."

If I were to die
Maybe there would be peace....
I don't think anyone around would even cry.
I failed in love
I failed in Career
What hurts the most is facing the fear
Of staying "locked in my cage.."
No one trying to get to know me.
Never understanding what makes me this way.
This disease.
Why don't you live in my life?
Would you have more wise words to say?
I'm at the end of my ropes. there, I said it.
I've tried so hard to see it other's ways.
In these alone and dark days
I dare not speak my feelings
I am older now... I've cried thousands of tears.
It didn't find a solution to my fears.
Maybe in my Death
Or
In My disappearance
People will get what they want
I will be at peace in a world full of cruel shallowness.

"evening" falls upon the land
Here she comes.. The shallow trickster with someone Else's Love Band.
She made you believe you were something.
You "were at least a chance.."
Nope.
It was  a fancy picture of her,despair's linger, and laugh's dance.
You would have given her the world. If she wasn't so blind to take it.
However, I don't have a fancy picture, well worded postings, false teachings,
or the will to laugh at some else's tears as I stare and sit.
I don't have the will to string someone along and then "pose for the camera, My ''crush."
My father fought in the war... When postcards were sent.
No Picture or jewelry. Just a sweet and truthful card.
How this person would run to them, after the war, and save this unseen beauty from another worldly yard.
Those times are gone with a selfie and a caption...
"I might like you...If you meet my requirements.. Now don't make me walk away due to the lack of action."

I fear my mind is ready to explode
I know that "I shouldn't try too hard"
However, running out of time turns one into a rabbit from a toad.
I want so badly just to see people have what they need. What I need.
The harder I try the harder I fall
The repeat of this insane process stops
When I shed a tear and merely hope to get through it all.
Others make getting through tough times of poverty and despair look so easy.
It isn't. Just Their act.
To avoid facing the truer facts...
I intend to make it.
I never feel sorry for myself and just , in despair's chair, sit.
Behind the scenes I work until I'm on my knees or someone else is gone.
I've got to be stronger.... I need to take a deep breath...
At least another moment has been successfully gotten through.....
Now all I need to do is find another "right way" in which to reach success.
It's times like these, when I truly need to struggle with you.

I put my all into loving you
After such an empty glance
Some cheap advice from a someone
who already had that someone,too.

I've done my work and have been exercised by the time.
No more advice
Just your hug.....
from someone who finally knows and loves this big lug.