Cheers to the life givers
A toast to all the mothers
That are the life givers of us sisters and brothers
Mother Nature rules the Earth and creates onto such
Items that live
That helps us grow
Such, we are blessed to have her, and why we love her so much
Our mother's are Mother Nature
They can and do make things grow
The warmth of such
on this special day
We shall give back to her in a warm show
Allowing her to have a "day off"
to prove to her you cherish her being around
she deserves a day of celebration
As you play her role for a day, learn how it feels to be in her shoes,
work her shifts, and feel a love for her, back, which grows more and more profound.

Growing Empty
They tell you what they expect
They dole out rules and demands
When your heart starts to grow empty
You warn them of what damage they have done
You try to keep your heart together
as they treat you like your dumb.
A piggy bank of sorts
As they become nice when pay day, for you, arrives.
You know
for at least a few days you can be treated right
Until they go back to "over-drill"
I feel like a cadet in the army
The drill Sergent expects
I deliver
I try to find my own way
The drill Sergent demands that you know that you will not make it...
Not in the war....
So you feel rage for them inside
However, your Spirit, above revenge, ceases the calls of your pride.
For years you've failed to become more than what you are
A Caterpillar wishing to become the butterfly..
Held back from the stresses of trying to escape the captivity
You sleep on eggshells just the same as you walk
As you are heckled, hard, when you try to free your pain
through creativity.
Maybe the sun ,some day, will open those controller's eyes
So, they can become more than what they are, a "Drill Master"
And see the errors of harden ways
Stop the opression
And fly with you enjoying freedom's skies.

They tell you what they expect
They dole out rules and demands
When your heart starts to grow empty
You warn them of what damage they have done
You try to keep your heart together
as they treat you like your dumb.
A piggy bank of sorts
As they become nice when pay day, for you, arrives.
You know
for at least a few days you can be treated right
Until they go back to "over-drill"
I feel like a cadet in the army
The drill Sergent expects
I deliver
I try to find my own way
The drill Sergent demands that you know that you will not make it...
Not in the war....
So you feel rage for them inside
However, your Spirit, above revenge, ceases the calls of your pride.
For years you've failed to become more than what you are
A Caterpillar wishing to become the butterfly..
Held back from the stresses of trying to escape the captivity
You sleep on eggshells just the same as you walk
As you are heckled, hard, when you try to free your pain
through creativity.
Maybe the sun ,some day, will open those controller's eyes
So, they can become more than what they are, a "Drill Master"
And see the errors of harden ways
Stop the opression
And fly with you enjoying freedom's skies.

The Heart Invisible
The love signal's radio sent to her went unheard
For the glasses, she had worn
Were too dark for visibility.
Wrong choices of a "checkmate" can lead to another
"bump of a queen."
However harsh as this situation has been to me..
I'm the opposing "king" playing on the chessboard
Waiting and growing, stronger, for her
As I wait, patiently wait for her.
My kingdom might not be made of solid gold hills
Diamond Mountains
or Houses of Credit Cards...
I might not seem like nothing more than the "player"
as in chess, elegance is the game
Never arrogance...
I might have a kingdom made of wood buildings
Green grassed mountains
and modest paved streets
In the long run..she shall see the light and run too...
The place where our hearts shall united and forever greet.
I have never wished ill faded definitions as to why I care so much
so much for her...
It was never anything made of insanity...
Just complimentary...
What made her characteristics that shone from her heart
and beautiful smile and personality
Caught my attraction...
More than lust or crazy blind notions which lead to obsession
My true avoidance as it is true relation's profanity
That breaks the bonds of hearts apart
It cheats one another of true Human Connections
and hearts beating for the better wishes for one another
This is the light which shines from truer and more beautifully
minded
Heartfelt
Candy Store Sweet Intentions...Definitions...
The sweet future of matrimony institution.

Changes in the tide
The oceans in my life
in which the Moon Goddess "Selena"
Controls the flow of my mood that crashes like "waves"
called "strides."
Beautiful, clear, and warm waters
Sometimes can become cold, dark, and frozen.
However, they have been tested, after the Moon Goddess sees to it, a change..
To this "weather Pattern.."
The sometimes heavy Tsnaumi's simmer down to peaceful waves.
Back, once again, to warm and peaceful waters.
Soothing and bright rays of light sent in their rightful alignment of passion and discipline that is rightful and stern.
Take a swim in these waters that are what make up my "world's water of my character and mood.."
A truly delightful experience of a resort to visit upon the scattered islands
that are parts of my "creative mood and personality"
Now, escape your world and enter mine.
Now enjoy the waters that are as made up of my own Truths, Moods, Life's Tides, and my own Reality.

My dreams are like movies
Fantastic voyages and scenes of worthwhile emotions and Places
My mind is a hidden video recorder.
For playback
Every time for scene additions
as I return for another episode of "dreamscapes"
That is of passionate and well "planned" order.

The special effects seem so real
The physical surroundings and touches that I can feel...

As the astral plains in which I travel
As my feet start to touch "reality's gravels"

] hate waking up
As I have ended my Out of Body Travels
The movie has ended
As so does a magical trip.
I think to myself as I pour my first Coffee cup.
"How I wish I could Forever Remain in Wonderland"

To  a land full of every type of movie or show I watch
Even horror
I have been wishing life were alike my "astral Dreamscapes"
Deeper than "Real," truly entertaining and educational...
They have shown me true glimpses into my future as I figured out events that unfolded
That such trips have provided me with scenes of my life
They have shown me other's and their truest hint of intention
As in a spy movie
A war movie
I avoided and won some through this extraordinary venture
I romanced and could freely express my passionate and need-filled satisfaction
Awake and real
I wish I could remain sleepless
So disappointment of my wakeful hours
wasn't part of this deal.

Novocaine

I need some for the heart.

Novocaine rubbed to a worn out heart.

Easing the aches of hours of exercise

to prepare it for more length of emotional highway ahead.

Rough starts

Harsh Falls

Sweet Restarts

Turbulent Trials within Moments

Just like a cracked tooth, it can be a pain

Ease the length to the refreshment of healing time

Back to the point of strength and enlightenment

A numbing presence to ease hours of access feelings

which only deepen the strains.

As even with it’s flawless beauty

It does have many flaws.

Even though  the presence of rough edges

past the moments where it is too stubborn to break

A human being is alike this precious mineral

The value of such cannot be weighed by numbers

The weight of the appearance shining, brightly at you

For much more is at stake  

The value of gold is the mineral and its strength and strict loyal bond with its molecules

Molecules are family that makes the substance come to life.

Friends that bond and flow easily with the others  friend
having their trials and winnings

Make such rare and most sought after

A product of this Earth that has endured past Earth’s Beginnings.

Through the Looking Glass
James Bond played his “Double” role  

On his “investigations” to locate the  “treasonous” Villian.

His “distractions” are well known…

Past his “secret” identity and “cover”

His “secret” is very well known

Past that

Spying is quite irritating

On both sides living double lives

Human reasoning defines what the “crime” or “need” of their own “roles”

are of the necessary order

As each person calculates based on its own relations

Memories and Conclusions played through life’s “feed recorder.”

When we are born..we see a bright light
As we leave the womb and become a separate entity.
She helped to create and bring life into your fleshy body
A gift that shall be brought , from her to you, for all eternity.
She takes care of you when you are sick.
She cheers you on when you win a Baseball Little League Game
She holds you just to share her love and warmth
As such, respect shines upon her blessed name.
For Mothers are miracles
Never to be taken lightly
or to be ever forgotten past their souls leaving for eternity's palace.
For she breathed life into your well designed body...
After you and your father....
The energy of your soul
Cheers out once a year
The anniversary of the person who gave this world, you..the miracle...
She deserves a strong hug and deep and cheerful,grateful,and energy-powered cheers.

Do you see me?
Or just the shell?
Do you understand the feelings, inside of me....
That flame up inside of me
Like I'm rotting in Hell?
Must we argue if I disagree with even the smallest of things?
You look at your watch...
What made you so important?
To place me upon on a shelf...
Where monetery gain is regulatory?
For me to be walking near you?
I need not to be dictated where to go and when to go.
I need not hear "can't" when I need "Help"
Disagree with the fact that this has been like a coin.
Never flipped. As when you need, like my energies, to spend such...
Is silver and gold what you seek in a friendship?
Or is it what someone is in the soul?
Is such what equals your kindred-ship?
Be like your authoritarian father...
So, as a support, why bother?
If one cannot be your brother?
Receive equal feeling...
Instead of money from a pay check...
For your ends...you must keep excuses to keep stealing...
From my sanity...
So very heartily profound
Do you place all of your friends on such scales...
or ones you hold grudges for what others do that you blame the other for?
Which you cage up, due to situation and threats, like a stray dog in your dog pound?

Am I alive
Or am I dead?
Living in this Kennel
This old dog lives with dread.
They spend your money and tell you where and when you can go.
Your insanity is their Broadway Show.
Grab your popcorn
Grab your Lecture Books...
This time I am a broken actor.
One less entertainer
For your satis-factor
I tried to shine
But you refused to let me glow
I was a plant with no sun
How was I supposed to grow?
You have never had the time for me
Now you have one less jester in your court.
I refuse to live in this kennel
This old dog shall bite you if you come near
As I break
I have no fear
As this animal shall rightfully run free.

Please do not rate me
On the same level as you
Each person has their own step on life
Upon which they stand upon
Outside of you.
You have more tools than I
when it comes to your "position" in life.
So, with your demands on where and how I should appeal to
m position in my events....
A demand is such like a thought stabbing knife.
You might have your ways of solving despair's mysteries
Unless you can be of support along the way
Stand clear
As I need a friend, not a oach
As I face and battle these dark armies every single day.

Slipping into madness
A quicksand of emotion
Here it goes
My legs are being brought down through an endless motion
of the same moments repeating themeselves like broken records
People move their lips
Nothing meaningful ever comes out
Meanlingless efforts
Through me a line
instead of some words
the only solution
instead of some enrgies of sympathy
Totally absurd
Death comes to those who allow dispair to win
However, true, that is
I am battling despair's army
I'm always shouting
However, my cries in need of applied help
Always semm to go unheard.

Here it goes.....
In another "Blow"
I laugh and take it all in
"Stride.."
That walk of walks...
That shows true "Pride"
I never "Hide..."
Here we go..
the powering up to "let it all go"
as I strut down the lane..
To show, from inside of me, the light to release
To light up the world...
In another "glow."

Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.

There was a sound
In the night
It was my passionate heart beating.
Restless and irritable...
I started to act out in artistic rhythms...
Communicating my disdain and  unhappiness
I changed such feelings to light
and fought the inevitable
The forces of strength were warmth and truth
a strong spirit
regenerating itself back to its former youth.
I stood up and wrote and played through the night.
I reached out to others
and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight
The Karma was bright as it returned to me..
Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor
to aid this fine world
As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book
as my words changed the outcome which we had thought
could never be stopped from being unveiled.
It was freedom of spirit and speech
A beautiful weapon in which we all possess
I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness
as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which
upon darkness
I had it upon such used to wail.

Fly on Angel
Kaitlyn ..daughter of a poetic marvel
She was taken from the world
over toxic elements shotty play in a crazy crime carnival.
Her mother tried to  find the answers
beyond the closed case performed by the hired and corrupt.
Even past such, until her legacy is forced to rest..
Her spirit, within me, is the light up in my tunnel
the warmth's best.
Lois was the name of the magic...
There shall never be the same sort of inspire
to my flame
My marvelous poetic fires.
I shall write, for you as well, Mrs. Duncan.
A great legend who's spirit is strengthening my own.
Here the angel's sing
As they fly to support us legends still working harder
and shining brighter...
As these angels fly....
Such shall be my sharing of these talents...
Until, upon angel's wings, on which I shall fly.

I want to touch your hearts.
I wish to cease the violence
from divided souls from which it starts.
Not one man is a saint
Nor is he the devil...
Let us all link our care for lives, together, as we stand
civil
Like the Dominos which may fall when a war shot blows
or punch is thrown
Starting a moment's impulse of angry repayments to start
without thought from the heart
we never seem to be able to finish what goodness we have started.
Here it goes
Like a skipping record.
The same events under new people and their own defined terms.
I shall take off the defective record and play for you
a sweet and relaxing record
that shall place clear minds and connect such
with their good parts of the heart.
If each one of us does such, in this world, we won't be the dead from which our souls have departed.
We live onward, connected, a stronger unit than when in the division.
If one by one, us good dominos, start a chain reaction
To our hearts, that great karma shall come back to us...
Like a boomerang
The world as a fortress of sweet and enjoyable unity
To everlast that odds of the struggling and desperate portions of fallen communities.

He raised me with respect
He needed to use a firm hand
to bring forth a future
for his sun in honor.

Years of deep friendship
Years of fun travels
To distant soils
Bonded two together
Until he was gone
My father's spirit remains in me, forever.
As he taught me the value of life, friendship, and death.
Dad.
Was the greatest friend and teacher that I could ever have had.

Both sides opened up the doors to their once-closed countrysides.
the intense light that shined into their once dark eyes
lit up their once grey skies
in result...
such color changes had changed their once heavy and drowning pride
once sinking into the despair of mistrustful quicksands
of each other
through long-range binoculars
The now once close-up and handshaking meeting
through the opening of these once closed doors
was nothing under "Spectacular."
******* from chains of Mind-Limited training from ancestors on how to lead their people
breaking into the freed world
for their wills to explore a freer
and ingenious means in which to advance a more obsolete and dying nation...
the voices of hunger and change had broken open the barrier of light
to those ideas vacating,
A fireworks level celebration.
As to arms leads to death
Hand in hand
Side by side alliance leads to strength and advancement of future
leads
our two  nations
to salvation
Ways to fuse the divided cuts of division like a medical suture.
Now, as we grow to know and to trust one another, both sides can learn
one another's bright cultures
while abandoning other notions
that was ill-founded by ideology and myth
and empower us with much more.
growth and change
prosperity
and even
Unity
New people ruled by a leader that saw the real world through his bare eyes
rather than through the machine
now can equal with us the means
in which to live a united life
Happy and to others in conflict
A better  a way to live
as brothers in the world
Large, happy, and clean.

Life is not a play.
Life is not a movie set.
No producers, no managers, and no teleprompters..
It is a new event day after day.
Nothing in our life forces are planned energies.
They flow,freely,through the universe.
No scripts to memorize
No songs to rehearse
Memories are of the only steadfast and long lasting unchanged parts of our souls...
We do not need other people to order us about
Tell us how they think we should be..
Judge us upon being a "fake"
on "their stage" of life...
No no.
They received their just tolls.
No, it's our turn to show ourselves off on the "fashion of truthiness and bright and loving hear lights"
We spin and walk on the cat walk...
As we "free flow" this moment..in time..
As the future has no outline and nothing to show what it shall depict..
In scenes and henceforth
Life, in itself, is a force that needs no script.

I'm a shiny penny lying on the sidewalk
Shining rays of sunlight up at your face
To signal blessings of fortune, for you, if you
care to collect me to your space.
Enjoy the shine of my copper
Enjoy my face upon the top of my "1 cents worth of luck"
as it shall lighten up further days...
If you don't pick me up, someone else, who believes in me, shall.
The rays of warmth and charitable positive energies, upon them, do double back
In power, unity, and added wealth.
Even if it isn't a Million or so...
Why leave opportunity behind
In a hurry?
Or too lazy to know?
That with each blessing I give...we share a common bond
Karma that helps both of us
In life's garden
To gain experience, blossom, and grow.

I am Invisably Independant
A strong machine roaring inventive processes outwardly
As the manager, a friend, and a critic
Fails to see his damages making a dent
Into my side, that possesses the "Superman's Weakness"
The Kryptonite is My Charity and Sensitivity.
Does one use this to their advantage?
"Control this weakling and reap the fruits of his labors?"
No1
He does not know...as I become even stronger, inside..
I shall rise up and smack down his over-inflated pride.
He need not run me like a corporation
But need me as a friend
Instead of Bawling my soul out for Kiddyish mistakes
He needs to wake from his slumber
and Ill faded upbringing
And allow this bird
to start singing, freely.

Sweet and strong flower
Set aside
having to deal with all the excess power
Politics corrupt the once functional family
She must shelter her only son
As the vulture's attack...
the press never tells solid truths...
Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed"
by those creative nut-sacks.
She is forced to wear a smile
even though she is stronger than they may think or may know
Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent
Acting mild and mild-mannered
although I know, she is a lot  like me
She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free
She loves her country and family
however, she needs to save herself
As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic
it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country
Family cannot be ruled like such
He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention
The coldness of false affections...
Doesn't the Trumpeter know?
As he sounds the "call of unity"
He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases
from cold and empty and less feeling family halls
that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries
As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family
Through these heartbreaking attacks
where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating
To them, he needs to show love's Breezes.
She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands
where he stands, wondering, "Why?"
As she melts down their wedding bands.
She shall do the job that both parents do.
This is such a story set askew.
"Do your job," she does it well.
The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells.
Families deserve their "quiet and private eras"
Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory"
The family might be citizens of this country"
That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!"
In her heart, it does way a ton.
"Enough is enough"
"I am not a fragile and wilting flower"
She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength
As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers.


I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower"
Not as a diss
It is more than this...
It is a compliment.
Beauty is only skin deep
As such are stereotypes...
They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded...
As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power...
She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans
For country and foremost, family.
She shall be the one to point the last finger
"I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.."
"Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power"
"Since I'm not your Definition"
"A weak and Fragile Flower."

I am Happy for the moment
I breathe and I am alive
I have this moment in which to make the best of
What creates a Human in Will the conditions
in which to thrive.
I am free at this moment
I am able to enjoy a sunny day
As it turns into a peaceful and is star-filled through this night.
Even though my mind can wander and be feeling the cold of another future moment's plight
I can clear my mind and relax
As such moments that are free from a fight
Free from hectic times and motions
Gives me a chance to reflect and become cheerful
of warmer and more fruitful future sights.
Even if the world should end tomorrow
or the armies of the world should start a war later this night
I can be, at this moment, myself and proud...
Free from anything, at all
from free anything that creates such sorrows.

To Unity Bears Pain
Souls of Hot and cold
Conflicting with tornados
debris of corruption and suffering cleared away to clearways
Rocky roads repaved with stronger ideals
Ingredients of such concrete and pure and selfless logic
Which shall endure the wear of traffic of individuality
Overall times.
The strings controlling the society
as puppetmasters of corrupt leaders have now been cut.
Out with the old and in with the new.
Sometimes is out with the new and in with the old.
Lifting the burdens off one another's backs through charitable support
can be painful at its start
however, it becomes light and sweet
Like aged wine in future times
Growing as flowers in the same garden of Human Existence
Equal and Cheerful as a World without divisions
Of separate gardens that cost more from souls funds than building just the one
portion of land
instead of becoming the separated and hateful separated few.
Intelligence comes from knowledge and the strength to be open to learn new ways and tools
In which to fix life
As it has been decaying from these conflicts and selfish empowerments
That has wrecked the society as a machine.
Newer times
Newer Leaders
Kindly and selflessly added new parts to make the systems work
The life support of many
Instead of a quick breath of the few
It takes the release from the shackles of fearing things we don't understand
or learn how to understand
and the stubbornness to expose ourselves to diverse viewpoints
lifestyles
that bring flavor to this bland and poisonous world
Now, we have a gift...
The fresh new start of fresh opportunities
fresh and newer logical ways in which to flourish and
invent a more advanced future
for our society, as human beings, and as a world.

Sitting in silence
A happy thought pops into your brain
The scene is quiet
Don't be shy
Let out your inner lunatic
Let yourself laugh and become silly insane.
Walking the streets full of angry people
rushing to get nowhere
You don't have to be part of their world
Images haunt of a quiet white rubber room
Mickey mouse banging his head
smoking a blunt
you start smiling and laughing
As the angry start a half smile and let out a grunt.
The fire has been inside of you all the while
So slide down the sidewalk
And lose your mind in style.

I'm ******* out rainbows
Isn't everybody aware?
I'm sick of crying tears.
I giggle in happy insanity
Because all these colors I'm making make even hell glow
With happiness
Even the devil is swinging on the dance floor with me
So enjoy my show
as my pants fall down
I'm ******* out rainbows
as I'm sick of dropping with a frown
I'm the new clown
In town
I rock the way to happier times as I change rusty and despairing subjects
A giggle from the loon
in the quiet
shall start a chain of giggles in the city
all of us sharing
this magical moment
we take a dump to relieve ourselves of this sadness ****
I'll tell you something
I feel lighter than air
As I leave a trail of colors
Out of my *******
I'm ******* out true happiness from the end of dark madness
I'm glowing from the relief of heavy burdens of sadness
as I am the new life that was always inside of me...
We are all sisters and brothers...
Let us join in
Pants down
We are much bolder than all those stiff others
Just a great show
Because, now, we are all ******* out rainbows.

****** was alike my father.
If i disappointed his definition of his persona as offspring
I got beaten until I frothed.
If I disobeyed those who claimed to care
They ruled on me like Stalin.
If I wanted a lover - I could not have her in the place we shared.
I was supposed to live and enjoy little
If I dared to question such ideals.. I angered the "great leader."
I'm supposed to be enlightened to supply my income with his state
and expect not one time
That he'd help out his own comrade.
My relatives were alike Fascist orders.
I wasn't what "pure successful people were made of"
I was disregarded and exiled, forever.
I taught myself love, care for others...
Yet, when the chips are down, why cannot I get help to make myself a better life
out of love for another?
Not all men can "do it themselves" or "Find their own way"
without the holy "red cross" intervention.
So why this moral devastation?
Why , if they show times of lessening their ruling care and show their hearts..
why does it touch me so deeply?
Who do I stick around to relive another chapter of "spinning wheels."
Why can't they understand that because they live alike this ruling
why do I?
If I am their cared "for friend"
Why can't they allow me to be myself?
Not a dying eye?
I wish I could wake them.
I care deeply.
On Planning to leave, I realize their lives were lived just as tragic as mine....
So why do, as I plan, to leave the situation, should I become so weepy?

He has been the joke
Until the card was dealt.
You wanted from me but never gave back
Now the joker is rising. Sick as hell.
He'll cut the laughs with a "whack!"
They claim to enjoy my company.
Was it money, the laughs at my failing life?
Or the times you told me to finish suicide as I held a sharp knife?
Never again. My trust and care is dwindling away
Lies can only be believed a few times
Before your routines are figured out
And this Joker kills his situation with some whack rimes.
I have seldom to be taken seriously.
All that I loved was blown off.
So here is the Joker's Card and a *******
To those who thought they could keep me there like a controlled puppet.
To those "strings attached.." "You are cut off."
I don't need to hear your moral speeches or how you think I've failed to care for you
when I've done so all these years
so you failed to understand the reasoning behind my fears and dropping tears.
As you failed to give back to me, equally..
In feeling and funds....
I share fill the void in you...
The unseen pit of your undisclosed fears
As you think you can control me
and I do not know how to fend for myself.
Just try me.
All the Joker shall leave you is the shell, that has been emptying me, as I shall you. Leaving your bleeding heart
In the space where you once left mine, the same, on your greedy shelf.

Look at how far I've come...
Down the pathway from despair
To become my true self.
I've flourished.
The road has been rough and it has been long.
I played my music, I've designed new art, I lit up the highways
For all to see
I'm everywhere.
In my arts, legends, and messages.
I love this.
To see others migrate and come together
To aid in this fight, win the wars, and be stronger, forever.
We need each other...More than ever.
Over debates and misunderstandings..
Drop the obsession with the "ill faded" ideals..
Bring forth your unique, beautiful, and personal
gifts of contribution...
That shall be total resolution.
Of the problems we face, whether national or personal.
We are a chain of souls.
As bonded to each link.
When one falls
The weaker we become and fall towards war's brink.
He smiles upon this, the dark master.
We rise up and dose out his flame.
Now, there is no one for our excuses in our souls to blame.
Look how far we have come.
Past the present casualties to newly built cities
Newfound allies whom we thought couldn't be...
They held out a hand and we grabbed it
Even past cemented and ill-placed stigmas and past tragedies.
As one big army, we fight despair's war.
We are to become victorious.
As together we are the power.
Let us unite and conquer and plant peace flowers.
It shall not belong, into the future, band together.
We shall be the most powerful force in the universe.
The ones who went past their limitations...
Look how far we shall go..
Into the future...
We are the new civilization.

Never stop
Your dreams from flowing.
The energies are deep and strong
Within you....Let them flow long.
Through the mental storms and emotional murders of dreams
Flick them off your shoulders
Carry ON
Success is guaranteed.
So never run away from the demons roaring forward like
Boulders
From Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Like Hercules, fight back, and you shall overwhelm the forces that are defined as "gloom."
Mental illness is not a defect or just and Illness
It makes us stronger
We hold true character
To smile at our tribute that other's shall celebrate our legacy
We never stopped
We inspired
This shall be an Immortal Controversy.
We are the diversity.
The ones who think "outside the box"
We invent, create, motivate, and relate
We save those who give up and stop.
We lift them up.
They walk beside us.
All those closed minds and haters die out
Returning to ashes to ashes...
Sinking into the oceans.
As their souls caught within the waves
Are reminded of their rewards
As their waves stop at the crashing at the shore's rocks.

Electric Signals flaming through my brain
Thoughts are flashing by my eyes so quickly
I fear that my mind is going insane.
A flash of sanity hits me like a hammer
I see the replay from the visions of my past
My mind is warning me not to be in haste
Becoming that nervous wreck
On the high way of life that is racing through
the all-to-familiar lanes of heck.
I force out the tears and then laugh off the extreme energies
that had tried to hold me down
I flash out and upward like Batman
Chaining down the Demons trying to push down my head and allow my soul to drown.
I beat them down.
I show them who's boss.
Now, even the devil is scared.
The superhero that is my strong spirit
Hits the continuation of this trip
Going past the insanity
Happily, with my friends, they remind me to "Keep with it."

I am a hostage in this life.
A punching bag for most.....
Money for some.
A lost soul.... a worthless and ***** ***
I am never respected or treated nicely
Unless something is wanted from me.
Minutes burn life acid
Weeks **** like a knife.
I screamed for those "hired" to help..
even they took a swing at me... and enjoyed a free
use of the punching bag.
Some say it is being weak or sick to want to end myself
and forever end the suffering of this life..
Hopeless, scared, and trapped...
It is the only way for me.

The magic that is a woman
Is beauty, strength, wisdom, and motherhood.
It is a power that is the giver of life...
The light that shines in man's darkest of hours...
The Nurturer of the sick back to the healthy...
The gentle touch that is love...
However, above all, the power of a woman...
Is measured not in flesh, mirrored views, or mere simple descriptions
She is above such as a spirit
That without her.....
Men would cease to exist.
Our children could never be born..
Men would know never the teachings of gentleness
Feeling
Warmth
A half of a world made into a whole
Past the vows, love, children she's created and raised, and more..
She is support
Our future
and our greatest gift of the magic that is what God gave Eve to Adam.

When my birthday or Christmas came along each year
Presents under the tree or to be opened later on that evening
Drew out my deep and cunning curious calling.
Instincts told me to "look before I leap"
"The Joy comes from the moment more and more as it becomes more near.."

"The Best Things Come to Those Who Wait.."
However, as the "white angels sitting on my right shoulder tried so hard to hold me from doing....
The red devilish guys holding their pitchforks seized my control.
I couldn't hold back, any longer, nor could I hesitate.


I ripped up the surprises and no matter how much I liked the visions that such gifts brought, my guilt had grown.

Life is a lot like the gifts for a Birthday or other festive occasion.
It is time to give those little red devils a future vacation.

Moments are to be cherished.Even though you are excited about where you know the event or moment shall take you...
Let the car glide...
Be good to yourself.
Instead of a cat strung out by his hide.
By rushing the situation, moments, or speeding to pass to the next life adventure, on down life's road...
I drew more pain from this judgemental accident than simply relaxing and enjoying a day's cruize. Slow like a toad.


So, I supported the theory that I was the "cat killed by Curiosity" and opened the traps which lead to other feelings than something grand...
What was to be memorable and bright was rewritten as shady and dark
By the dogs of temptation
pushing me to the death of bright memories and granted access, deservedly, to their Joyous carefree memory land.

There once was a time when I loved to be in the sight of a lens.
Singing, sharing my humor, or sharing moments of my life through the recorded glances..
That are but windows into my less intimate picture and the role that I play in this movie called "Life."
The lessons I had learned, as I watched other's visions that they had created of the previews of the movies that is their "Life's Movie Masterpiece"
I experience a loss of interest due to the over-acting and overly complex and expensive sets in which they tried way too hard to earn another soul to climb with them
up to the top of their journey's ladder.
Almost the most beautiful views, of movies I have stayed and enjoyed different life views, were the children.
They laughed, they were free, and it was a simple set.
Them, me, an enjoyable moment, and no worries or cares about costumes or items.
The imagination to create "something out of what appears to be another or nothing, " inspired me
It taught me to "act within my true inner, younger,  imaginative, and loving nature"
as imagination is the "secret flavor" and the "simple actor's Prop"
Just one  hand grabbing mine just to share "who they are and wish to be"
"Learning who I am as a role in their show and future contract to innocence and bright life's creativity.."
Children worry not about fame, money, war, lust, and or power.
They just are actors like comedians or drama players playing in a full length improve comedy. Even drama.
Such theatres, I then could view "filled to the brim.."
As patrons respected the whimsical and sweet times of youth rather than the other movies of heartbreak, loss, or Growing Pains and Their Traumas.

Trust is a hard treasury to find
Maps are but hints, moments, and then the buildup to the reasoning to where the chest of gold is at
The journey with the one you are trying to find such golds with
is much more enjoyable than the ending wish
Don't stop at just one chest of gold
as there are many maps to explore many different types of currency
Savor the path as you earn that treasure of trust with the one whom you are starting the journey
For life is made to enjoy each other's good qualities, inner spirit, and hidden traits
Maps were meant to read and follow, slowly, as there is no rush to gain the reward, however, great the urgency to not be scared before finishing the travels.
Lessons teach but lessons are always fresh new learning curves
so look at the newest trust treasure quest partner
and join them with the enjoyment of their travels to safety and the wealth of treasures as you get to know one another.

I admire the Cheshire Cat
When he comes to eavesdrop on the action
He pops in with a style
When he wishes to leave...
He simply disappears.
He can turn his head upside down and reverse a frown.
He can sneak, invisibly to the queen, and wear her crown.
He then can rule everyone in a once boredom ridden town.
The laughter.
The Jokes.
His head on backwards...
He has me as an admirer...
As I love this kitty kat
Who makes the days a lot brighter.

The sunshine blazes through the window panes
This brilliant mind
Shall show how it is brilliantly insane.
To be normal can be a kick
However, being crazy is quite colorful
When one has a group to share the mental offtrack with.
A bunch of loonies to make the day beautiful.
Lose your mind.
Let yourself go.
Have some fun.
Dance, crazily, in the snows.
Waltz in the rains
Turn up the music...
Now, it is my time to let myself go..
My mind loosens up
Fun and cheers to the Fun and The Insane.

I walked through a rainy day
Looking for a rainbow.
During an epic week that never seemed to have the sunshine.
I found some Wonka Bars in a store display.
I ran in for a few bars and never won a thing.
However, keeping my mind on the prize kept my distraction from the storms.
Then, as the sun peered out
Just when  I had lost interest in the sweepstakes...
I had gotten lost in the flavor
I found, in that last bar, the "Golden Ticket..."
As the sun started to shine and I felt my heartbeat
of the gratefulness of a sweet and silly moment...
I won the jackpot...
A prize of happiness
A moment of victory which I shall, forever, savor.

The chains of darkness are dragging me down
I feel the strength to fight
However, I know that I cannot do such, alone.
I scream out and try not to blame myself...
Wearing the frown of a clown.
I have been fighting this illness for what seems like ions
I sometimes look too far forward
Comparing myself to my favorite icons.
I sometimes fear the unknown...
I sometimes avoid the unknown...
How can I have any more experiences if I have none of them to have grown?
I need to experience what makes me feel uncomfortable
I must find someone to share such experiences
Rather than to go it alone
Such teamwork such benefit us both
As doing things together
Shall strengthen our bones.
The chains that shackle us to the fear
shall break away
Freedom shall reign
As we share, together, the taste of freedom's wine
In broader numbers who added to our team
A brighter and more successful day.

The fires of gratefulness sometimes dwindle to the cold winds of dispair
We all long for something better
Even though ,what we have had all along, has been such there.
Until tragedy strikes..
War...
Hunger...
Storms......
Roadways we fight to get to greener grasses...
Deceiving Looks as the pasture is too toxic to live
We trail back to our old roots
Losing our spot there....
We sink to dispair...
Our fates have become a lot meaner.
I look around.....Outside of my Comfort Zone
People fighting to survive and grateful just to have
Much less than I would ever have...
Hope sparks......As to send them solutions to thrive
and for me to remain grateful
Never wanting more from less or more for odd reasons...
I seldom get lost in these toxic parks...
Grasses are not always greener, however painted in dreams as such,
as wanting more most of the time
can ******* our morals to where we need props from such things
that are life's Crutch.

This is a poem to go with a song I am writing "Don't Forget Me."

It's hard to understand
How people tend to grow apart...
Here is the race
I haven't even reached the start...

She raced away from me
He beat me to the punch....
He somehow managed  to earn the hand
of the one I care for
to share his lunch...


Don't Forget About me..
The one who saw with clear eyes

The soul, inside of you, that silently cries

For someone real and better
Something, in me, that you somehow failed to see
So, in memory....
Don't Forget Me.

I tried so hard to earn your attention
Men tend to hide their tears with a veil...
Such is the tragedy of energy of Male Pride...

Inside the mirror...In critique I sometimes hide
The man with the plan
Sometimes hides within the man who lives
with too much pride....

He needs your touch
Your Love
Your True Heart
So as I fail the race
Failed to catch up to you with the men at the start

Give to a glance, once again, and consider me
So, in memories, until we can meet and be as one, again...
Don't Forget Me.

I need light
Like a flower placed in the dark
I've grown weaker and wilted.
Can you place my rooted feet in this *** inside the sunlight?
Why must you not say a word in reply?
Would it hurt to relate to another hurting soul
even if you were at the same point that night?
Maybe we needed each other in such moments
maybe we've had parallel lives
However, your silence cuts my heart like a thousand knives?
Maybe I approached you and said, anything,
since my words were all messed up in fears that you wouldn't understand....
Maybe what I was asking for was you to hold my hand?
I might seem dark..
Lustful.....
Desperate.......
Pitiful......
Less Than what I should seem to feel......
But let's be real....
We both cry dry and silent tears...
What is the me reminding you of those who treated the heart in you, cruel?
I'm not that person. I am a different moment and future.
No chance is worse than giving one.
Hurts more
and is like being shot in a demanded gun duel?
Just keep up with me and you shall see...
That united hearts is what I have sought...
Give me a valuable glance...chance...
we can both then be freed from our cells
and run in the sun,together, forever, together, to be.

My eyes are like window panes
In which one can view my most intimate parts of my soul.
As I speak..My face is merely a vessel...
That houses the bright scenes of my life and loving will.
To shout out clear truths and dreamscapes
A television view of scenes of a gentle and true
gentleman's life and life's toll....
A path forged to the moment that you view from your eyes into
my Window View...
Of the inner me that cries at for you.
Beautiful visions you shall find...as I look through
into your window panes...
I shall see the moments of truth and deeper inner sweetness
The strengths,weaknesses,and details
that light up the television screen
That is your hopefulness.
Engaged and locked into one another
the visual fields....
We get lost in yearning for the portions
of each other's shows that make up
the lost parts of life's television play...
As we greet,together,forever, every beautiful oncoming day.

I reached out to touch you
You were just a day dream
I longed for your voice
to ease the pains of the silence
You were an image in my mind
"A bright,loving, and colorful wishing skeem."
I longed to hold you...
To get to know "the heart" that beats within you...
However, times are rarely a map , to your soul
Where I am able to find.....
A way to have you listen to my beautiful messages
To hear your sweet voice and thoughts...
Two souls growing and needing one another..
When will we have our start?
In which my blessings and wants for you in waves
of transmissions...a radio broadcast
Your ear and soul antenna finally have caught?
The moment you are free to be by my side...
the moment we start to immerse ourselves in
simply being in the minutes we have together..
Such is a feeling that shall fill my empty and aching heart, forever...

Worlds Divided
The war of ideas and on Borders has hence started
How many must die?
Until their eyes clear of foggy and diseased ideals
that they fight and cease as the dead departed?
Life that could have been celebrated instead of insulted?
Provided other suffering lives gifts of ease of such?
Until their diseased and ignorant paths
Spoil the world like a disease
War as a vaccine
Against outdated Ruling Deals?
Pain and suffering are the side effects of this vaccine..
As the World's Generals debate on the true antidote
The smokes and bullets......the words of war....
Provocation...Debates.....Calming Additions of collective warnings...
Until the Medicine is developed right....
A solution can never be allowed to be seen
As we blow to the tides of agravation
Such medicines are scripts of war..
Made to  end such blind and diseased violent ideals
in ****** fights.

Love's arrow struck my body.
Not for a simple one person lover...
However, for the people who have crossed my path.
A kiss to my supporters  
Who think of me and send me the best of wishes....
You are my everything... the energy
which charges me
Energies that help my happiness recover.
Strength to become stronger
As I send back such gifts and regift those deserving
who never left my side.
Even though you are not physically or visually here
My psychic mind hears your calls
I respond to you and send warmth your way
energies to you to strengthen your stride.
Now Cupid might set his sets to help me win the heart of
a deserving lady..which I'd love to meet
However, those who stand tall in my army of friends
are the ones he hit me with the arrow of love with
That I shall always be connected with, in deep thought of,
until all of our Eternal ends.