A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

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

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks

I am a hostage to this life.
No one wants a thing to be due with me unless they need a punching  bag.
No one would save me.  To them I have no worth.
So..
No matter how it is done
As I am worthless in this society
Suicide is now  the only way out for me.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "the Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

What Makes a House A Home?

    The warmth of your presence

Other occupants in the void

Of one’s empty spaces…

No matter what the structure houses your fragile body.

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

That you choose or “add too”

The uniqueness of a living area.

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

Emptiness and the cold can never be corrected

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

What makes a house a home?

Open my door and stay a while.

Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

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

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

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

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.

Alone in quiet hours

Quiet while people come into the room

“What is the matter?”

“Why Don’t You Create?”

“Lack of affection. Lack of Mutual Understanding.”

It’s a Holocaust and doom.

1,000 knives stabbed in my back

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

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

A snack?

A temporary fix?

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

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

Not without a fight.

I feel exhausted.

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

If my questions and tears remain unjustified?

To the likes of you?

A one way street. I need replenishment.

Of energy taken.

True soul equal distribution..

No more of your punishment.

I’ll find a way out of this corner.

That I was pushed into.

Due to my past?

My deficits?

Me needing you?

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

Attack me when I’m down.

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

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

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

Embedded into you.

Becoming too strict to even smile?

Discipline overloaded the machine..

That you have become.

See me remain, myself.

As I need no energies that come

when I feel and get reprimanded…

from these moments that are quite a scene.

You are unwilling to learn.

No older dog needs to learn new tricks?

Age plays no card in this gamble…..

As your soul needs it’s own recharge.

Feel my breeze as I walk ahead and disappear.

“Salute to the Sarge.”

What do you see?

Behind these bright crystal blue eyes

Do you even see my bright and warm soul?

My silent messages beaming into your psychic?

Can you hear the cries of my damaged inner child?

“WHY? WHY am I so easy to be Harmed?”

A magic trick of words

The illusion of what you consider what I need as care

From someone who I had held held so far above me

On their pedestals…..

Why must you spit upon me as I remain weak?

Anger creates a musical heart beat fast and rhythmic

The war drums of Treason

Against the Monster that you have become

Don’t run away in cowardliness

You earned this boxing match

Feel my battle scars?

Let me carve them into your soul…

So you can feel the acid of arguments and doubt

The fear and anger that you tried to push me

around and down through…

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

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

No.

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

Circle of lost souls.

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

For you from me…

Does not mean I have to fund the payments.

Feel yourself  as your greedy soul starts to go bankrupt.

As I walk on still.

Far from you and your insanity.

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

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

I Become stronger.

You shall be left in the cold

on your own

Lost in the deserts of your own neglected relations

with this beautiful soul

That you failed to treat in sane moments

However, you, like Stalin, created another identity

within yourself

that became the opposite of who had drawn me closer

You failed to snap out of your role

as an actor

Life is no play

Your curtain has been lowered.

I am the one applauding my true self

Wearing the shoes of strength as I never stopped walking

to my rightful promise lands

Give me just one taste

The flavor in the many ice cream

Scoops served in life…

As I feel too warm in the barren sun

Baring my way through life’s turmoil

Nothing comes from those who waste

Time not savoring the tastes of different

Ways of living a moment…

Naskin Robbins had a point of 32 flavors

As this heart is willing to try newer things

Newer ways

To enjoy each moment

In the light of words so true….

Bring me off my path to success for a breather

And we can share a cone

Together

Silently smiling into each other

A sweetly silently spoken

Monument.

Marking fresh ideas

Fresher targets

On the seas of life

A different pathway through

The lengthy water travels

Brightens up the once dark pathway

Leads the blind to newer and more exciting

Lands and it’s roadways gravel.

We are all rare paintings

Hanging in a gallery of the world

Abstract

Surreal

Technical

Many more designs of magical

Forced of genetics

Which created our images

A painter with a passion

Our bloodline maps the idea

As the bond of our family ignites

The design we all are seen on

A tapestry made of life and its forever living force

Judges cannot give the prize to any

Just one

As we all have a story within the vision

Of the art that we all are.

Share a smile and invite others to the gallery

As you are a bright message

Waiting to teach its knowledge

To the world

Of the worlds libraria

A valuable asset to the force that moves the Earth

A Solomon truth that marks history.

A book opened with well scripted passages.

Welcome to the “real world history.”

As souls originated well before the Earth.

Now splendor lights our way

Out of our mother’s womb

As we are born changing yet another day

Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

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

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

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

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

Don't Cross the line
Asking questions
Defies the law of facts
You are ******
A broken train rail on the line
Communication is limited
Short Circuits in the machine
That defines one way rules
Democracy darkened into the
days of the USSR
Tools
To fix those Defined as "Broken"
by another
Damaged vessel
Both sink
As bitter submarines
A beautiful invention
As a clown at the helm
"Listen to  this word"
"I have spoken"
I shot my torpedo at your star ship
Damaging your will
Right at its hip.
Unable to walk
You need me as your wheel chair
Unable to separate
The air is thinner and we both begin to suffocate
Now neither one of us is all the way there

Who am I?
A gaze into my eyes from
a reflection in the mirror.
Staring into myself
It seems, a stranger, is it any clearer?
Your mind is in a fog
Sailing into icebergs
Just like the Legendary Titanic
Every time you make a start
you sink to Life's Bottom
Your mind sinks quite quickly.
Blown apart
Seeing someone new
for the first time
You feel shy to yourself
A new greeting to your inner person
Heart on a dusty shelf
Mind in outer space
what can I do to perfect this face?
Even though the inside is half full
Insanity fills the rest at the top
Of fiery chemicals
My blood starts to burn
Away from me
It never sleeps or seems to want to stop.

No life wishes to grow older

Add the lessons learned to this math

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

Worth the price of a few extra spent grey aged years

We fear the end

However, we never quite understand it.

Apon the moments before we meet such of our last moments

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

Learned and earned our wisdom

Witch sowed our end to our life’s ending

Our ever-after future

A tapestry carved in wood like a knife.

The Cuts of Lies

Russian Roulette

Every decision you make

Is there a bullet in the chamber?

For when the results end my existence

Life is at stake.

The powder is the cheers of the crowd

Enjoying the entertainment from seeing you fall

Standing like a skyscraper

Walking on the stains of your blood stained spot

Standing tall

Producing another future

To fill their hunger

The money they sow off your fallen

Ripped up and bleeding life

which they fail to even fix up with

Action over lies solving sutures.

One day, I shall disappear

If one cannot see me there

What space would you fill?

When one has been, already, near.

A true and warm spirit

Muffled by voices of success and clicks

around his soul they shine a false light upon you.

He feels the weight of being the “invisible”

Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on

He gets up to walk away

Feeling that he is the “expendable.”

He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.

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

He tries to stick around..

even for one more night..

He feels as if a vision of

“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”

attend a party where he is not a part of their click.

Age makes us more experienced

Youth is what makes one innocent

In Between Such Lines

Lie Rebellion, Toxic Experimentation, and Developing Personas

Our souls grow weary

We question our place

We bask in a Meditation sauna

Finding strength to regain our grip on sanity

Eyes now wide open

We quickly fix our broken pieces

In our lives

Catching up to make up for lost years

Are we too late?

To outrun obsolescence fears?

Trailing us like a bad thunderstorm

Clouds seen lurking on the horizon

This is where strength and true bravery are found

From that last bit of strength within ourselves

We will fight back

Walking through the rains

Enduring a hail of critics and inner doubts

“Is this all that you’ve got?!”

Our voice echoes in our minds….

In our most critical moments…

A cheerful and warrior-like shout.

Up the mountains

Down the roads

We walk to find our way

To what and to when?

That is a question

I which our hearts ask us

Every day.

We fly when we need to be free

we ride the wagon

when we need companionship

Falling off with their push

We sail despairs seas

Upon our own exploration battleship

Wars waged due to misunderstanding

Fears

Watch all in our life fall

Ashes remain

We wash them away with our tears.

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

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

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

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

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

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

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

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

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

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

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

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

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

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

Defined by this life growing chance?

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

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

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

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

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

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

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

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

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

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

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

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

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

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

Defined by this life growing chance?

A smile is warmer than a frown

The sunshine it shares thaws frostbite

from the darker soul

the “Sad clown.”

I’d much rather carry a happy stride

than spread a diseased notion

of depressed and darkness.

It is easier to hide

It is easier to sink

Rather than push yourself back up

As you full from the edge

The brink…

The end…

When a beginning two can share.

Warm and well.

Happy and fruitful.

Actions speak louder

than any impressive shouted words.

We must prepare.

An antivirus for the dark side

A “Disease of the heart..”

which a shot of “happiness vaccine”

Can prevent such a harsh and sickly start.

Sickness can distort a once clear mind.
Fever clouds the rational
Boiling away such clarity into clouds of Blind
Thoughts of darkness and of peril
"When shall this sickness leave me to peace?"
Mending the ruins that are left overs after the disease
filling  it's hunger
Once blurred sight clears
As such shall the mind
Be it ever so humble
To release a soul from a shaky bind?

I awoke after a hot and fiery dream.
Sweated pouring down my back as I returned to the waking moment.
Feeling the cold due to the absence of that one
Lady who held me tightly, in my dreams.
She pleased  my ****** hunger
She warmed my coldness of needing another
I made a wish upon a falling star
"Until she finds me and fills my life with color:
I smile, for a while, even if it were a dream
We were able to share a moment
Just her and I

What form of regret comes?

After a time, that was yours, for the victory

You failed to take it…..

Gaining back moments and lost time

Seemingly nonrefundable from history.

However, you gain desperation as a weight

trying to gamble your last few remaining

Hourglass chips on a hunch

Of what a moment shall win you

Sometimes losses wound an ego until such needs a crutch.

You look towards the sun

Wondering where all of your lost days have gone

You lost the game spending time planning your move

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

and relearn how to live each sand grain of the hourglass

and regain your Dance of Life … it’s miraculous Groove

My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong

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

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

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

The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real

Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near

we fuse together.

Real love and the desire for one another satisfied

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

Forever.

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

we know the attraction is here…

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

as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love

between two people from two far away places

Sweat draws full and near…

Our hearts begin to swoon….

as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another

in pure exotic form..

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

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

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

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

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

lock

as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.

Snow less colder days have blanketed our lands

We stay close to one another

To brave the seasons of cold

United hands

After the storm there is a calm

We relieve the pain of the blizzard

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

Working hard to earn our bread

we shall never falter

For care of one another wards away the dread

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

We are united by heart and by land

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

Spirits bond forever

As we remain.

Happy like Clowns.

Hide in The Shade

You are a high powered energy.

Intelligence and experience taught this one

To think and react high above those testy underneath the sun

Flaming like the sun

Cool as the moon

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

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

A new day.

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

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

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

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

As you were afraid to be alone..

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

That heats this once cold body to the bones.

The night before the year advancing “new Years”

Shocks tingle throughout your soul

Sparkling Marks of Anxiety

To what the New Year Shall Deliver

In aa package made just for you and your own Tolls

Counted up as moments are used in the last

Year when it was fresh

How you used energies

Dark or light

in the world around you

The New Year recieves a recieved blast

As the laser of the changing of the Year

Shoots its signal

A “Mixed of Energies” create a special spell

That shall be powerfully cast….

What you had put into the last

shall pave the start of the New

Year

Days

Moments

Breaths of life

Which must be Prepared for

As you live the year in which your in

Let the Dawning of the “Joker”

Begin.

Here we go, again

The crystal ball shines and the bass sounds hard

We dance and drink to the celebration

Blasting into the new year’s Front Yard

Entering a newer time

Father Time starts his sandy measurement

Of the moments which remain , for you

Use them , wisely, or you shall lose the grains

That fell to the bottom of his hourglass

A moment lost in which to remain

Active and meaningful

You counted on picking up your Trials

Never asking the Sandy Judge

Your fear to approach and challenge his moments

in which he gave

Fell from you in despair

For time’s grains of sand are have in the Hourglass

In such, their power holds a grudge.

To waste is Senseless

A golden opportunity to make use of each grain

in which to measure each grain up until that last moment

As the hourglass is filled, full the other way…

You fade to your newer life

Celebrating another well measured Gain.

Shards of pain

Stabbing my heart

Cutting my soul

Burning my endurance

I refrain…..

Holding back the tears

to mark the cuts of agony

Hiding the facts that this pain is starting to take the best of me

Jailed within the limitations of agony

That no pain killer can numb

Such relays and impulses

Where the problem started

In my soul in infamy

If I were a boxer

I would be the Grand Champion

As I fight the signals of pain

and I pull from my heart and soul, these shards..

Of the broken glass which was my fragile jewel

Of a heart

Now shattered and needing glue to put back the pieces

To end another night of this existence without hearts and remedies that I need

As I hemorrhage and then wait for time to heal

these wounds that were part of my cut-up body

That infliction of heart’s disease

  and inner turmoil destroyed

to a point

Now I’m the tougher man, healing…

A safe holding memories and plans for a future

that no thief could ever steal.

Aware

Late at night

When the whole world is fast asleep..

I craw into a place

A Meditation, land, of sorts..

There..we are both together

Feeling one another deep.

Sweat from the night

A sigh in my Subconscious

Waves in a huge ocean

Upon a small two man rescue raft

I call for you

Frame by frame

The movie plays

As we look into each other’s eyes

Alone in this Magic World

Just Us Two

Acid

It burns..

Fire on skin..

Words of Chemicals..

Echoes of pain…

Rain down on my body and soul…

Let the flesh burn and the veins bleed..

the saga..begins…remains…

Pouring out my life

With your memories and absence

cutting deep

into my whole..Like a knife.

Let my soul Hemorrhage

As the flashbacks shoot my heart..

My soul can fly with this body’s death…

I need these days to start..

Calling to your spirit..

I’m ready to become…

One with someone who shares the deeper sediment

So a compliment

To an aching and begging spirit.

Pain

My heart felt it…

My heart pounded…

The sweats of a nightmare…

Splitting inside of my head.

A soul, that was trapped, it was now grounded.

Tears show.

They sign a message.

From her…to myself

A heart calls for her spirit.

Beyond life , itself..

"You better make that Candy Bar Last"
It's hard for a broken back to enjoy
"His next stand"
without a prop to help hold him
up from falling
in "Chernobyl's Black Hole"
as his counterpart hovers in safety
watching another drown. "What planet are you? Far?"
Miles pledge the marks
Until the quiet fades
And Mr. Hyde Tries to fight you
The Wicked Joker reigns "supreme"
as you fight past A Waking Nightmare
Not a "Wizard " in "past Kansas"
Your soul flies far away
As your waking body receives their torture
As the body shivers and then ages
Fire burns remembrance
As it's ashes marks the lost pages
from your past
The smoke poofs into explosive shell rains
Smile
You are now in a movie
Fighting a forced "in class."

Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Awakening
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape

Take away the festive music

Forget the hand over trinkets

Fear in his soul

aging like a ghost in a wishing well

watching reruns of shows fragment of years on television sets

no one around

silhouettes and ice mirrors  hanging

a sight of frozen ways appear

through the windows

looking at frozen grounds

He forces a smile

He is not greedy

nor thinking through pockets of gold

he is a hungry and empty soul

looking for the same as his sisters and his brothers

anything but this empty hall

this ghost lets out one last groan

before he freezes up all lone

Alone for the holidays, nothing or no one to enjoy these days. Feeling shackled to the cage...I keep hope inside even though emptiness and long  ways. To get to a brighter future - I hold back the fear of mortality. Somethings wrong when you are spinning your wheels and have wonder of why one must spend his hours in uncertainty.
I need a more easier path for my talents to see my gift to the world light those like me. Feeling drown in silence, tearful in the loss of family , and the need to have a freer way to build strong vibrance.
If those who cared could understand this soul and it’s hunger to escape outside minimum means - I feel the insanity creep in. Swiftly.
I force my darkness back by igniting the last of my fuel.
This “doggy in his kennel” will bust out and succeed at what his will longs for - teams, kindred souls, and a lady to be my energetic lightening.
Flashes marking in light
The success I hunger for
During a long and pain filled night.

In my writings....
Whenever I relapse....
It was because of their non-feeling spells
Which black magic haunts me
As well.
I got high...I wanted to sleep.
Never to stay awake
As they creep
You are the emotional slave
the controlled
As they laughed
Darkness started to unfold.
The winter blasts within
Not just outside
Can't the ones once closer to you
stop killing his soul with their pride?

My heart wishes to laugh

Not cry

Hold within emotion’s jail cell

I wish to die.

The stronger minds yell and scream

They make you melt

With their heat

Just like Ice Cream

Disciplined for being myself

How or what can I say?

Why do they think that I fall?

All the time.

For them , never me.

I am the one who is forced to build my wall.

Memorial Souls

The educators came and they go

The protectors of both State and Your Mind

Valiantly  and Selflessly they look far and wide

They never, ever spoil the show.

Their souls live forever…as so does their hearts

Their bodies pass away

Onward their legacies flourish

We have set asside Memorial Day.

In which to honor and celebrate their respected names..

Which paved the road to a brighter future

Demolishing the dark ones twisted and controlling ****** games.

“I miss her! I miss her!”

I fall to the ground..as well does heavy tears

“The Hummingbird IS Gone!”

“I miss it’s visit and song”

where does one fill these empty halls

where this girl made her voice boom for so long?!

Even though it was not yesterday that the evil ones took her from the world

I became the Joker… My anarchy and laughs

Were forces ,now, to unfurl .

He reminds himself to spread her legacy through your own artistic hand

True love filled a once empty heart.

As well as music’s wedding band.

I must do my best to spread my words, her messages, from her songs

In my pages of Photos,Sketches, and Poetic Verse

As her spirit smiles, next to me, arms around my neck…

She hears my soul and heart perform in every moment

of my artistic strength that my pen or music starts to rehearse.




Dedicated to two fallen angels. Selena Quintanilla-Perez and My Sweet Christina Grimmie

Every night I feel the cold breeze

Being alone, in the quiet, with memories replaying..

An energy that almost downs me to my knees.

Days are filled trying to find another way

In which to be able to finish what I had started

Finding the other hidden heart

To complete this unfinished soul.

I work my creative magic…

The emptiness starts to chew at my imagination

Shards of dread, doubt, and question stab my being like swords

A moment quiet and tragic.

When will these wheels that hold me in the place I’m at

Finally break free from the quicksands of limit and invisibility

Enabling the launch of my message, soul, and ventures

To newer heights of lighted up Electric Visual abilities?

Teach me a new rout that this older ship must sail

the path to a brighter future and calmer waters….

Allow the bonds of circumstance to break and allow this captive soul, freedom.

Before the sands of sorrow drown him on weakened knees that shall falter?

My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong


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


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


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


The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real


Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near


we fuse together.


Real love and the desire for one another satisfied


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


Forever.


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


we know the attraction is here…


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


as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love


between two people from two far away places


Sweat draws full and near…


Our hearts begin to swoon….


as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another


in pure exotic form..


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


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


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


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


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


lock


as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.

The leaves turn red another year.

Hunger for someone near

The heart beats sick of the same old routine….Deep Future Fear.

The old routine eats at the soul like acid.

A necessary evil? How to reinvent such?

Your mind fights to come up with the start of the engines…Still placid.

Throwing water on your face..you wash away last night’s dream.

“When will I be loved? When will this lone and quiet disease called ‘loneliness

be vanquished? How does one find the crowd in which to do his creative works with?”

A team instead of a solo soul feeling the aches of Oneness.

Give me the sword and answer to fight the waves of bitter winds that play on like old home videos.

Music is to be heard and shared.

Creativity is best expressed within groups.

I’m not on a desert island? Where are all the Human Beings?

Concern for their own needs is natural. Not too much.

Too much of anything can make one drunk with feeling.

How to stop the cattle from stampeding or bypassing your moments to shine and to share gifts of plenty.

Not just a gift for you..For them.

Maybe after I win this lonely end to my solo days

People will peer into me and see the true bright and giving light.

Instead of being in plain sight, however, oblivious they are. I need to break society’s irresponsible and selfish ways.

The only mend to hurt and sorrow.

Maybe tomorrow, a piece of their time I can borrow.

Together, we can piece the puzzle back together.

Finding out that the most amazing occurrences are best when viewed as a bonded group.

Instead of avoiding the newcomers, making friends, and ending lone ways, forever.

who has grown to know the real me?

Through days that age to night

After the thrill has gone.

Through awkward and trying moments when we become confused and fight.

..

Will you still be the one I see

As I look back in these tired eyes?

Shall I see the one who stuck by this one

through calm and sometimes turbulent skies…

Did we fuse as one to take the good from the bad?

Draw excitement from boredom?

Build a new beginning, together?

When I turn around, again…

Will I see a woman..that makes up almost every part of the other half of me…

Be the one that I run too…

So, in this new found existence and bond..we have learned to be free?

Past doubt and ill faded fashion

Through emotion storms and anger’s lightening…is it me that you always see?

Are you the one that eased my storms

and brought such a turbulent soul back to Earth..

Since, along the whole journey, since we met….

Against all who warned against our united form…

Your love, for me, was like cement. Permanently set..

In vision and also you realized that we were made to be,together.

Forever. Heaven made.

Forever.



You have  never failed to see my high value and my truer  hearts’ loving worth?!

Miracles never leave nor do they fade

Our minds are deceived to want something less than needed…

You had never left my life…for you proved that

my pounding and beautiful heart..

Such, you could never allow

Your loving and beating heart



for anything labeled “bigger and better”

Could your true beating  trade.

Our souls are now fused and are one

Forever

An eternity that will reward us for our faithfulness, in cleansing storms

of reward. It is enjoyable to become even wetter.

I walked a strait line

After a distance - such curved and lead me astray.

Upset at the false meaning of a seemingly “right way”

I decided to make my own way and draw a line

Such won't curve,swerve ,or leave another astray

The map which I’m drawing out as I go

Unfound ventures by many

Over looked by perfectionists

In the distance

See me reach paradise

Since I was unhappy with being lead

by the so called right acting leaders
I decided to become my own leader, instead.

I reached the truth and promise lands

through my own, unselfish, and clear minded tricks

of movement and devise.

After I was knocked out and bloodied in the ring
I arose with all of my remaining strength
I stood my ground and made a final, fatal blow
I then heard the victory Bell Sing.
I might have been down
I never stay "out."
I fight for freedom, individuality, and respect.
I have had many challengers and I have always brought each
one down.
My strength from my heart is legendary.
Until I am a soul drifting from this body
I shall wear my Victor's crown.

The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.

As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.

So much time, however, no one to **** such with…

Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.

The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.

The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments

To keep the feeling alive

Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.

Beating so hard for that missed someone.

Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre

Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.

Love seems so hard to find.

Women you feel are interested in

Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door

To open your soul to them

Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock

At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors

As she disappears on the arm of another

A tear fills the eye for one short second

Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.

I grab hold of a life line.
A dangling "vine" to witch my soul
clings to life by a strand.
I scream out the pain of nights whipped down by hearts in which you look up too
You also give your everything out of your poor rash-ins  hands.
Do my tears quench your thirst?
For salty oceans where my cuts blood with the cutting of the salts?
Shall you jest as I get damaged in front of your eyes...that are too blind to see...
My past is treated as humorous tales of foolery
Leaving the victories in my life, unspoken.
Locked away by the Jester in his Vaults.