Once my Mind switches to "automatic"
It is a Tornado of Energy.
Driving  any other ,Around Me ,Past Insanity...
Sometimes the Doctors thought of such a switch as "manic."

I can assure you that my designers planned such
As a "gag"
to see if I can still use my "intellect" as I unload
a day's weighed down and full of "trash " in my  "event bag.."

Turning on "Medication" by a Band Named "Garbage," ironically, I take some access crap  out of my head to life's curb.

Where life's trash man can laugh as they sift through the aftermath..
As I take my shower that  cleanses my mind....

"Save Some Energy For The The Next Day..." I would tell myself
For Tomorrow will fill itself with useless and trying articles of the same kind.

In a different land my dreams bring me to explore..
Lands Anew..
Where Clean Green Grasses, Mystic Songs, the Scrolls, and the Maps of The Orient's  Past.....are for me to discover and enjoy more..
The true meanings of the elders..I relate to them... I live within these lands....
Closing my eyes to sleep. Flying to this beautiful and untainted  country
On dreams leading to astral plains of plenty.

I run freely and strongly, there
Like a flame on the kindle to which  it  fuels......
I stand stronger, here
Like  a tree well rooted..Standing tall from the ground....

I become A monument to those powerful and magical spirits which speak into me as I escape waking bonds.

Flowing like a clean artisan stream.....
Brightening my world like a huge lighthouse torch.....
Free as a monkey playfully sounding his voice in the mystic tropical lands...

My Heart is called to motion
As hope is a reoccurring dream.

I hold a deed to a  space in this land
A newer place seen as "lost in another time and place."
This is where I belong.

As hope lights my way, it will not take long...
To Follow the wise messages in those "Astral Travels"
Where I've left  behind despair,broken homesteads and the dark people behind..

As I awaken from the belief of the small and unwinnable battles called "self made limits"

I shall be awakened by hope's light.
For the land in my dreams
Such Safe  traveling shall replace  the "old" pathways that lead me astray
Then,delightfully,I shall be  traveling newer  roads...
To arrive at my destination to "Lands Made For Me To Reside."

My mind is a muscle....
A muscle that  needs to be exercised, quite often.

Daily Intense Workouts Shall Strengthen this muscle.

Enlarging it....
Making it quite Powerful.......

Never allowing this important muscle to fall to the
Shrunken  Condition of "Weak and pitiful."

"jogging" down  the streets which are  the "books, of life's Experiences"
"pumping the irons" of the "Weight" that  "Problems Needing to Be Solved"
Push on the limits which this muscle can "pump"  and "endure"

I always "keep this muscle well toned"  Running quickly, holding tightly, and
Stretching Its limits of what my "muscle" can "hold."

I hold a smile on my facee As I  excercise my "mind"  to a stronger Future.

Confidence lies in the center of the heart.
A force which hibernates when we fail to use it.
Set the spark and light the flame.
Keep all of such force burning bright......
Hold to the hand closest to you. Stay strong, together, from the start.
Courage needs to be learned.
Classrooms fail to teach it...
Until the horror-filled moments in our life
Can we learn this art which uses the magic of confidence.
Together, they are a force to be reckoned with.
Without the main ingredient,courage; which is learned in the most
awkward of ways...
Confidence cannot freely flow.
Such numbers our days.
Do you have it? This ingredient of courage?
If you question this message... then maybe you still have time to learn.
Master.
The art of the strength that will always be needed in the heart.
Let it beat.

I fell for a heart from another land.
A country of Peace and Martial Arts.
Green grasses and Banzai  trees... sweet smiles and hard workers.
Her smile melted my soul as her words she had written me
They made my heart smile.
I smile every time I look at her beautiful picture
Class,friendly times, and love for a family full of honor.
I long to fly to her
On tin wings.. To my lady from another land.
To bask in the native surroundings and molding within one another.
My heart longs for her
Even if I haven't told her such..
I know she feels my yearning to honorably be one with her spirit.
Truthiness...
In a world where lust seems to be the only expressed reward.
I value this smile and to learn of her "other land."
The orient where souls are free to be what they were design to be.

You might be of "a middle age"
You might have "Second Hand Clothes"
You Might not Have a fist full of fifties.

What makes you shine is above this...
You chose the right passage....

You didn't Force on Someone Some Religion
You didn't Ignore someone who was "******* their luck."
You didn't preach words, rather, you handed him a hand
and a lunch for a buck.

Big hearts don't have the need to look down on the still growing ones.
They don't need to look away from the hearts who were the older ones.
They shall stand with each other and walk.

Make changes to the world by living in harmony with one another.
Not wars to force them into beliefs or for wants or for greed.
We don't share pain, shoot down those who fly different then ourselves.
We were released from bonds
The bonds that were on our selfish prides
Trophies shared on  dusty shelves.

Mother Earth Shall Be Health and Happy
The days shall not end nor will be put to the end
By useless stereotypes, raging wars, and bored egoes of the large.

We are the true human bright hearts who want a new tomorrow..
By making today a sweet one from bright and giving light from inside us.
We are a new Earth.
People United together and who will not end...But Grow.

The old man sits on the park bench.
He feeds the birds.
He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy...

Memories shared with tenderness to valor
of the yester year that become fussy and *****,muddy.

Flashbacks to the battles fought.
Families built on foundations of their own family names.
Defining the future of the grandchildren and children.

Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday.
As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear.

Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color
as crowds listen in the park.

To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today"
Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay.

The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old...
Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light
as people become warm through listening to great memories
and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.

I finally found the love you were sending
As my heart relaxed in the hot waters of passion..
Bending cold steel into blobs of fantastic and beautiful mind blending..

Into one another..like a song
Sung in old days....

Where Love was truly known and blind lust was forever old
Withered to it's needed resting place
With the legend's voices of yesteryear making pages in yearbooks fold.

The pictures in our past are cherished and placed in the walls of the heart's gallery.
Do you see such?
In the heart of your other?
Do you hear the sweet song sung..
A beautiful love song that your true feelings brung

Into a "togetherness" that filled a once empty heart
Placing the true trophy on the Soul's mantle...

The memories...
Our  future......
that only true and dear fused hearts mend
Cold and tear drops of a heart ... a teared up cloth...
A tapestry now woven from the parts of each loving trend
One other's souls, forever, to never fall to part
in lustful ignorance that needed to be put out...
A flame..... that burnt our souls to be taken apart.....

Stronger than steel
Colder than ice
Our souls
True love
One force

That is the "us" that had drawn us together,forever,right from the start.

The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun.
Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one...

Who loved another
Expected nothing...gave all they had

Strength
Adoration...

The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads....

Closed minds fuse with blind rage
shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage.

As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath...

The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage
The heart beats back to life
Wounded flies from closed up cages.

Have you seen her? My mokingbird...
Us two hearts singing as one

Fused by truth
True harmonies....

Open the mind.......
Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."

Hello Mr. Sun.
So we meet again.
The rain ran fast to the clear.
Since you have sent it on the run.

Hello colorful flowers and the carpets of grass.
What a warm welcome you've shared
when I relaxed....on fields of your soft mass.

Hello clouds so billowy and light.
How well you reflect the burning and bright sunlight.

Smiles of relief from stressful times are here.
Thanks to you, Mother Nature.
Your kind hands and gentle touch
are gifts that I value,Deeply.
True to that, a miracle, as such.

The world is a mysterious place.
So much to see...so little time in which to see it.
Looking up into the skies...The moment strikes me.
I see the messages of invitation that the unknown plains
have called out to me.

I have had a long life...Yet, I have a lot longer yet to  live.
Now it is time for me to travel to see what this world has yet to give...

In sights and faces
People and places
Monuments and Music....
It is the force of true magic.

I take a deep sigh and come back down to Earth.
I become part of the current moment and then think
"Let's start this beauty in movement."

Thoughts of others in the world around me
Fill my mind as I send blessings to the masses that I care for.
my enemies receive the largest amount of my light...
As they are lost and have no way be there.
My friends recieve the next ray of light.
As their kindness fills my heart with warmth and scares away the fright.

The world receives the last part of my enlightened pie
As they do not know my name and need a wash of a tear that I have cried.

Time Flies By
You are the Bird on a Wing.
Flying with your Flock
As you fly
You sing

High above the clouds you soar...
such a great feeling
Than being grounded  before.

Nothing to hold you back
Fearless like an Eagle

You are the "RainBird"
with the winds of strength to guide your attack.

The noose tightens
Around my emotional neck.
When the chair is knocked from under the weight of my emotional trauma
Only the moment can define when to deem me as  a wreck.
As I suffocate from the lack of people who deem me as "Worthy"
and even bother to "stick around....."
I scream inside....
As I am darkness bound.
I have been fighting myself for so long
Due to the lack of returned emotions.
Now here I swim against and have started drowning in fear's ocean.
Would anyone notice to pull me out of despair's water?
Or should I be able to do  that myself?
When there are no tools left on my  heart's shelf.
Should I drown out all colorful emotional parts of my soul?
To be what everyone expected?
When their hateful words and lack of warmth took their tolls.
As I try to keep doggy-paddling against despair's tides.

In this Land

Of Cool Breezes, The Different Faces of our Neighbor,

Waters felt running across the feet in a small flowing river….

Blessings are Counted.

Beautiful words that we value and share

Exchange of ideas between us and those around us with no where to go but up…

These Are the blessings of America.

As the liberty flag waves proudly for all to see

As Lady Liberty holds proudly the welcome to all who care to visit

This beautiful and free land

The weights of their once felt shackles are felt as they release the new

to mingle with the old in this Nation of the free.

America the Beautiful, standing together as one brave nation….

A power that exceeds all known or thought of limitations…

This “Giant..” always welcomes as the “Bear” that

we have proudly have become in spirit, we defend and honor one another…Each passing day.

In beauty for all and respect to all who visit our borders.

I grew up out of my "High School" clique years.
Here's a cheer to the adult which shouted,"Get up and BE A Man!"
From within my heart.... The strongest power of all...
Chased away my truest of fears.
"Will people except the real me?"
"Will I Succeed?"
"Do I Need to be alike those I seek audience from?"
Hide?
I did such. For a while.... until reality shocked me
out of which was stalling me on life's ladder due to my false pride.
Real friendships were made.
Real creative talent was discovered and was used for the true light in life..
A smile on the faces around me.
Shaking a firm and real hand.
Being "well put together" as a once drawn out and incomplete puzzle.
Never looking for the truest of pieces to complete the truest of beautiful views..
I lost out on time, true heartfelt connections to other ideal hearts, and in the shadows I would hide... Until, as when I needed it the most,
I was scared to the REAL Vision...Completing My Puzzle..
As I snapped out of my blindness which was my heavy and useless pride.

I looked up at the stars
A vision came to me
Of a far off place
Millions of Light Years from where we are.
We do not need a space craft to travel there.
Just our minds, an openness to the unusual that is beauty,
and a calling to add beauty from another world...to our own..
Such is our duty.
Travel with me through the spaces to the stars...
To the golden temples of the place to a more beautiful existence
Far from what our bodies claim....
To be able to be explored, adored, and brilliant colored
By an open spirit
Spirits such as you and me...
Flying high above the heavens to the promise lands...
Here we swiftly take to flight....
You and I ...
Hand in Hand.

Some Will
Some Don't
Some Claim That They Don't Have A Choice
Just the fact that you are reading this tells the answer...
Now is time to use your "God Given" Voice.

I see couples holding hand in hand walking by me on the street
Hollowness fills my heart as it responds in it's beat.
Thinking of the void, inside of me, that would feel like when it was filled
I admire the vision of adoration in the couple's eyes
as they kiss and greet each other.
I remember the future and all of it's mystery
I hope that's me, like the couple in view , that is in my future that greets me.
Daydreams ease the pain as I pass by them.
Visions of me and the one that shall hold my heart.
How to start the path to my goal is the trick to study.
A beautiful me and that beautiful lady to share love and adoration
in my vison that seems a little dark and cruddy.
I remember how my spirit does shine and then I don't feel so empty.
For a big heart and a grand and deeply true spirit
shall draw love to me.
When the moment draws to be ripe....I shall get hit by Cupid's dart.
Then, all my love songs that I've sung to summon her, it will be then when the right partner
who shall here it.

Do I type a "Hello?"
Shall l Click a "Like?"
Shall I "pose in my best outfit,seductively, on my Bike?"
If I "typed you a message," could you "be social?"
Or...........
If you recognized me "outside the box"....Would you be the first....
To "throw the rocks?"
"Critique what I say"..... "Weigh" the words on "screen..."
"Mimic" my "actions" on the "Youtube"
"Laughing" at "me" as I'm shoved to hurt on  "life's scene?"
"Bullied" to the point of...
"Numbness...."
"Anger........."
"Hate..........."
Or just "what are the actions, online," that "you think" that you need to "debate?"
"Enjoyment," " social expressions," " points of view," and "such..."
They are "freedom of speech"....as such, no one needs to "Break a leg"
and then have no one to "Hand them their crutch."

The bright messages from our history
Echoes in time from our ancestral souls
Words Spoken to invite us to show them
"Thanks.."
Even after the passing of time..
We have to take notice of this Fresh and New "Memorial Day.."
In history's books
Rare treasures remain.
Now it's time to write this new "History"
In our "Memory's" Books.

Shattered windows that I have begun to replace
Reinforcing the weak portions of my battered soul
as I race through waves of conflict which tear my mind
In travels called "Life's Stroll."

I've taken my blows and the medicine to heal the wounds..
To stand up and break the shackles of past's memories torment
Is a sweet delight to a sunny end to these mortal ruins.

Standing taller
Never kneeling to the dark one's commands
I sail a battle ship.... a plane shooting across the planes
of positive space.

You may take advantage of my kind nature
You may think your actions have "cashed" you in.
Prizes shall be mine.
Success in a dark storm that becomes bright...

As this flying fortress dances in it's ongoing flight.

Blame adds weight upon shame
Flames of guilt burn the spirit
Words cut flesh as you hear it.....

What you should've done
Could've been
Need to say
Are required to be

Quite silly when the one who gives such advice
Is the one who needs to hear....

Stand by my side
Endure with me
Comfort me...

But least of all....
Program a person like a machine
You then  become the one who now needs this "new routine."

She brought me into this world...a miracle...some many years ago.
Gazing at her photograph, I smile, as part of her, in me, glows.
More than my protector, my life's mentor, and punisher...
She gave me some of the talents I hold dear inside of my heart.
Gifts of magic that I inherited directly from her.

I close my eyes and return to when she was still with me.
Her voice... her laughs...... her beauty as it shone in my eyes.

She always taught me "where there is a will... there is a way"
"Seek your strengths and put aside your ego...see what shines.."
"For you are a unique addition to this world..." opening my lids..
Letting out some needed sighs..

I noticed that all these years....I was never alone. Her spirit has been with me.
Of the beautiful woman that helped to create the artistic marvel that is me.

This celebration rings on every year. To all the wonderful mothers standing proud beside their children.....

A "Toast of a Happy Mother's Day.." I raise my glass to all of you who work so hard to make successful sister and brothers.

"Hello Again.." I speak softly as I address my vision in the mirror.
"How have you been?" The stress lines on my face and the bags under my eyes, these signs, they speak back to me much clearer

Than a thin layer of paint to hide my tears.
A hair style to distract others,who come across my way,
as a smoke screen to hide my deepest fears.

I'm through playing the "Joker"
From Gotham who enjoys taunting the "Caped Cruisader"
in a game of "Clown and mouse.."
Giggles of taunt as I thought life was a game of Poker.

Time went onward as I played my hands.
I banked in high when I first started my "acting career.."
Only Life, "Lady Luck," the deception drew the anger from her
to losses in huge and dangerous dark-lands.

The lands I was drawn to since I had been distracted from myself.
The mirror was my eisle and my smile was my paint brush.

The images hang in the gallery of my mind.
As learning lessons... to stop and just merely be clearly myself.

As I thought my "alter-ego" was safe in my heart's vault
"Batman..." drew forth a truer vision....a truer fortune..

My true heart shown and money of emotional asset set aside..
For that rainy day when I deserve to rent a rest in my hotel with pride.

The dark path of distraction became a weight like such of a boat and
it's anchor...

I was never free to sail and to enjoy exploration..
The rightful...the truthful.... and deeply earned attractions

of the bright points of wants in life. They become needs.
After the make-up came off
this "Joker" walked out into the streets a new man.
He became his true hidden name -
The "Farmer" in his life, on such of a farm to help grow,
He has sowed his seeds.

You are a new kid in town.

“Nobody Panic”

Just a new face in a new town to greet some new faces….

Enjoy new company…..the scenery…. especially…

Excitement…

New personalities to meet and even more exciting places.

Open to new adventures

However weary from some baggage I’ve earned along the way

I’ve  stayed true to a walking stride… in a noble quest

to brighten the darkness around me along my traveled ways.

At night I dream of those I miss. I am no longer alone.

Warm memories of distant places

Amazing People

The road trips to reach my new found spaces..places.

In a huge world

Full of questions

Full of Darkness

Full of Caution

I remain determined not to close the window to another

“New Kid In Town…”

I take in a deep breath as I shake the hand of another.

One door opens

Another Door Slams

The difference in both are the lessons behind both.

Doors are barriers.. to keep one out.. to allow the entrance

Meanings as found in the rooms and places the open pathway leads…

Keys are not the only items that open such devices.

Words…. Steps one has taken…. even moments from one’s  past history

Has defined what pathway opens and which ones stand still frozen in time.

Mystery in which we hold in questions of what is  behind one door

Urges us to find any means we can find to open it…..

After such, what we hold valuable always stems from within our souls.

A doorway isn’t just a passageway to get us from point a to point b….

Also, these doors are “lids” to “treasures” one lost world left behind…

To what we now have found.

So, once you have found passage through the entryway of interest…

Know that every step is a beautiful journey and an educational routine..

Lands that turn a colorless world into a rich and vibrant one.

Days I've fought through
Became victories in a sweeter end.
Sipping the wines of the sweet nectar of achievement
My bright light to those around I send.
Once the rains of self doubt flooded the spaces of my free soul....
No tools to stay dry
I sank to the bottom  of the flooding core
Shackling my feet  down to despair's sea floor.
Blind of a way to save myself
I allowed myself to slowly drown in my own tears.
A hand pushed down with a ray of hope...
A diver pulled me up and taught me how to fight
The vicious monsters of fear.
My "Moby ****" is now a dear friend.
We sip the nectar of hope as we share a peace-pipe of unity.
Now, I am my own captain.
I sail in the deep blue waters of life's sea.
I often look at the diver's mask he left hanging on my cabin wall
In remembrance of what it means to be a true sailor..
To never let my ship sink when challenged by a call....
to the bottom....despair's weight...
of despair's blast
A torpedo  shot
As  a message  of darkness
I now shine at the helm.. of my ship... behind it's wheel
a winner gliding the tops of the sea
Never drowning from the lack of my life's tools which built  my ship
Free of despair's weight that draws me down as a failure.

“Romeo, where are you, Romeo”
\“Juliet, oh my fare Juliet, I have found you!”
I watch couples embrace and feel the after rush of air from their movement hit my  clothes.
As you wait to board a train.
“Where are you Regular Man? Where are you with you kind heart?”
“Here, my fine real lady, Here…by your side.”
You shut off the tv in your head and wish to return to reality.
Love , people say,  it will find you.( if the time is right)..
I glance at my watch.
““Don’t look too hard or you shall become tired and disappointed””
“”Only Fools Rush in.””
Well, this fool loves to be a funny fool.
A loyal fool.
A friend that is your fool.
I see my life as dairy creamer. I am half and half.
I can be smooth
I can be rich.
I can get spoiled.
“In love, there are risks. If the heart knows what it wants,”
I take mine off it’s leash to freely run and have me find him, my favorite pet, at the heals of “Miss Real”
Where eyes meet and a new form of tv show is created.
A true romantic “Comedy show.”

Except the closed circuit channel plays in your new found love’s mind and your own…. we become a true “Everyday Reality Show”
We act in love and love to act

On the “Heart Chaneel…End Transmission.”

I like to window shop

Try on the best outfits and pretend to be Brad Pitt.

Laughing, I go from actor to real as I place a jacket back on the mannequin.

I like to go to ice cream shops and have a taste of many flavors.

Is there a flavor of me?

A question arises.

You see that you wish to be

Are you in the gallery?

As the negativity passes

you smile and somehow feel grateful  that you are not.

You say a “Hello”

You sing a song

Then you wish to grow. Music..Poetry…

Great.

Hard Work Pays off in heart.

One is a stranger until they are invited guests.

Where’s your letter?

Not this time.

Tragedy Strikes
After such we shall never lie down and  surrender
As the heart shall become stronger
even after loss of what one considers a " much needed tender.."
The battle ends.. but never the war.
As life brings us many tolls and trying fights
To remind us of who we truly are
teaching us when to stay or take peaceful flight.
To another land and another day.
Even past the losses of those we wish with us to stay.
A sun pops forth in the morning hours
Marking our blessings with every passing nightfall
Fields bless our tainted and sorrowful view along the way.
After the war is over, the victor is niether side.
It is the understanding between enemies, peoples, and lands
which are strengthened by having "Nothing to hide."
With no earnings to be made
No blood to be lost
Peace and unity are marked as victors
Past the grave sights of those who helped to lead us
to what truly needed to be the cost..
To the questions of who we are
who we need to be
Past mirrors of the fun-house that lead us to become shallow and scared.
When we lie down arms to be "the best" or the "most in need of an answer.."
The true power is true care and visions of what we truly are.
Entities which shall share  a living space
only needing to reach out a helpful  hand
To make a once blackened  and hateful place a "New Earth"
We are  reborn
to a more welcoming and warmed up place.

Stars mark the maps of the Earth
Creative and  Sparkling Artistic Markers to remind us
Of Our Point in a Journey.
Where to go to gain fresher rewards
To find beings to walk with on a huge Earth.
towards a reward of hard work and earned friendships
Possible loving partners
As well as a family crest created to mark the beginning  of a well working partnership.
Family, acquaintances, and blessed children
Who shine forth our legacy
well after we enter to the next world.
Ending a story
such is a life...
from start to end
The legends are reborn
The cover never closes as generations continue
writing the stories of a fresher legend
which shines forever...using the maps lined by the upper spaces
Human Inventions that are laid to rest as we sleep in our beds.
After walking, seeking, and earning a well written definition
of one's life that is a story
From the cover, to start, to finish, and then added by his additions...
Man and women walk down new found paths
looking up at the night's bright stars
that brings us where we need to go...
And mark us as a well traveled beauty
that all of us clearly are.

The spring warms us with a hotter and more refreshed sun

Shining upon our souls

such rays thaw out the chills that ice over spirits

that lead us to a more dreary daily run.

Smells of fresh green grass

Sights of birds returning from winter migration

sends us out an invitation

To go forth and start anew

to grow in self with others who are close to you.

Fresher breaths of warmer, cleaner, and reborn air

fill our lungs and give us the energies

To succeed anew

As we finish winter’s challenge and never fall

over it’s cold and heavy glares.

I awoke this morning

to  the feeling of being  reborn.

Opening eyes to true beauty

Instead of drowning in fear  and remaining a heart that’s torn.

Shining rays of promise

that reflect from my newer beliefs in my newly found strengths

People greet the new me as the see one who warms their days

with the light that is true selflessness.

Hope in hearts that seek better ways

Strength in numbers of those who walk together

on healthier pathways..

From broken to whole

Out with the useless  Sorrows and then  refilled with  great Hope

We achieve great things when we have a clearer view….

We no longer have to question and magnify the unknown underneath

a distorted view in a microscope.  

Breaking free from the limited boundaries of our fears and misunderstandings..

We become open to the limitless lands of promise, brighter ways,and the truer bravery

Brighter futures are our newly found destinations..

Love and Victory Shall come in time…To those enlightened in warmer standings.



From this newer and clearer view

The world becomes a better place

As we rebuild it with materials that were made by the reclaimed strengths that were always inside of you.

Pain.
What is it for?
It teaches. It punishes. and it is a force to be listened to.
It can tear you  apart.. It can change you from wrong to right.
It will bring you to your knees in the night.
Pain is a message that is of many different forms.
Can you distinguish such from your norm?
Where is it coming from? What is causing it?
Better fight for a cure.
Or pain shall make a smart man into any idiot.

Deep blue skies line the plains of a hometown
A blanket of color draping the green and brown vegetation
on the planes of my dwelling.
The streets appear as long veins feeding the heart of the city
with travelers and businessmen that help to keep the vision alive.
The clouds in the sky form messages of promise
to this "Land of the Free.."
I take in a breath of fresh air and smile.
Red and white
Blue and starlit....
Our Flag rattles high in the days
As a beacon of light to welcome others to join "freedom."
The sounds of geese flocking in artistic formation depicts their story
Of travel and experience. Accomplishments.
A welcome of their voiced instructions to be safe in travel
embed a message of hope in my mind
As the huge ball of light, that is the sun, dips down into
a pocket of invisibility...as the moon smiles and exclaims
"Welcome to the Promise Lands of America."

Deep Loving Streams
Coyotes howl in the moonlight

The sands of time weigh in grams

The weight of the good times

Holding close to one another….

Such are the most  beautiful of sights.

The fresh breeze upon our bodies

the sparkle of feeling in your eyes..

From our hearts..heat of sweet devotions

weld us permanently into

ever-after’s paradise lined skies.

Even when you and I are not physically as one….

In dreams…

Astral Plains we travel…

In waking hours… a smile shows…

As we live, forever….. forever in deep loving

destination river streams

Back on my feet

After I was knocked onto my back.

Minutes in life, that I was losing out on success,

Never opening my eyes to the light’s warmth.

An insomniac… I was up late every night.

Repeating my sorrows like a broken record

Continuously skipping

over steps to go “too far too soon..”

My soul only burned in unneeded anger

As the devil’s demons sang defeat’s chorus

To my depressing tone and swooned.

I at last heard a faint calling….

Into a free part of my soul

Which wasn’t locked up.

A calling to a brighter age

A fresher story

To an unread page…

A new song from life’s chorus book is being sung..

The brighter parties sing the back-ups……

A unique and free individual, now, my tone to

Spring….. A season has sprung.

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams
A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited
Turning on this little black box
Ice cream
And sweetness reign in
A heart
Stands strong.

Hear the sounds of thunder in my calling.
To you, the block of marble, I shall sculpt.
To the days you were left stalling.
Days lost in the deserts of self doubt
I’m the the leader ,which found you, then helped guide you out.
Nights left in deep and  water filled despair
I dove in
I grabbed you’re sinking hand
And lifted you back to air.
Wet and wild
Older
However wise
An elder with the heart of a child.

Learning as we walk together
Warmer in numbers then when we suffered alone
In the dark life which we thought that was forever.
The figure has been carved
No longer “the thinker”
He’s “the runner” keeping in time with hope.
The weight of  The heart’s hunger, now satisfied, from the once “thin and starved”
The sculpture carved

Full and well fed.
To keep grip on a strong built rope
Now the sculptor
Has earned his restful bed.

The window into the past

From gazes into the present

A gift of a painting

From A “Magic Box”

Was Cast.

Sketches of Color

Carve out the landscapes

Places We See

An invention of Time

Brings your vision to me.

A flash of light

A box held up by a staff

Take a permanent view

Such “forever” is called

a Photograph.

Another world

Inside of my head

I roam freely here.

Alice In Wonderland.

I ate the cakes.. I got bigger

I stomped the queen

I pulled The trigger

A mad hatter

To watch the Flower’s tears

splatter.

With a smile and a “Howdy Do”

I looked back to the thrill

In wonderland

World War three

I enjoyed each ****.

My true spirit smacked my face

to put this demon in it’s place

I cleaned up the ****** shower

Handed each thought’s grave

a flower

I ran to the white queen

She was glad

This Alice had decided to leave

Her twisted and lost wonderland.

A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.

A portion of my soul leaked through the lack of solid grounds…

The connections lost

I run from the dangers

Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.

Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..

A puzzle completed

as the insanity unraveled.

The kind souls whom I met along my way

lit the fire that opened my heart to a warmer day.

Open to the world

The juices of promise filled the empty spaces of my soul…

The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.

I’ve been here all  the while.

Like an old truck stop…

A dwelling full of life..hardly noticed.

One day your spirit tank runs dry

and you must stop and stay for a while.

The once overlooked dwelling helps through filling

the tanks of those left empty handed

The other spirit leaves, thankful, for not being left out in “no where land”

to die stranded.

The exchange is of care with no need of personal gain

Simply “I’ll come back to visit” and “to bring some friends with me.”

To the stop that helped a stranded visitor

Return on their way

Simply out of care to see to it that they are able to continue,onward,

to another well traveled day.

Life brings forth an energy that fuels our souls.

Racing down roads

Flying through skies

The finish line of a race is the paid tolls..

The plot of a story in the role of an actor..

A bitter ending to a struggle to beat some greater limitations..

Makes one an original…

To never become jagged at the edges..

Dancing in the shadows of others..

as a  cheap and  shoddy Imitation.

Change isn't just spare coins in one’s pocket

It is an energy for a being to grow… to expand.

Words from the mind placed into fluid motion

To direct and mend a heart left in frozen feet on the ladder to an unknown land.

Warmth gained  by one spirit longing for another to keep in energies’ light

Navigating life’s huge waters as we discover newer parts of uncharted oceans.

Waters that connect Human life in Symbiance

Waters that fuel the hunger to charter our vessel

to a new sought after brilliance.

Adding numbers to our flock of us Dolphins that swim

waywardly

with each other…in a unique bond.

We need one another in heart and soul

So let the energy of change  be a light that can never be dimmed…

Forever becoming more than what’s in the “now” or limited in the questions of limitless “Hows.”

The dive into the oceans of the “new”  should be one’s first move

Past fears of the unknown moments ahead

You are never alone

As we swim, here together, in Life’s oceans.

I looked up to the moon
She spoke of a tale.
Of a man, his burden, and a fight
To repair a broken back.

When his story remained untold
To his last breath

After weakness hit him to death.

The last resort
A house of cards

I refuse to slam the door
On a moon,a lost man, and to me the added number

As i shall cry out her message
Wide eyes ready to see.

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams

A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited

Turning on this little black box

Ice cream And sweetness reign in A heart
Stands strong.

Words you've thrown
My soul has a busted view
Breaking this window with your jagged stones.
Picking up the pieces
In a rush to beat the ticking of the clock
Minutes measure the moments as each
Pile of material must be put in stock.
Measuring the value in each item
Such my scale weighs very carefully
As not to miss a diamond in a mound of
Hay.
Sifting through the bails
Is worth my hard work
As life needs less weight of worry
As the winds pushes with a boat to sail.
Life's seas of wonder we travel
as friends are my crew
Aboard
My life boat to A brighter world
A destination of well discovered gravel.

She was taken with her family in the night.
Frozen blood ended a family bond, forever
With the sound of gunfire in an evil man’s plight.
Russia knew her as “Annie.”
Blonde flowing strands of hair and a golden heart.
Her life was barely past her start.
Missing in history..Her end… the story to it…
It is still in our hearts.
A Memory.
Of a leader of the “Russians” at the start of a revolution.
The closets of the new leaders…
Voices of her revenge still haunts…
To the chill of their blood and the spill in the snow..
An equal punishment to the end of a golden spirit that still glows.