A Snowbird’s Trip

Through Powdering snow flakes and cold wind

Rushing forward ahead of Jack Frost

This was certainly a race of endurance

to reach our paradise…..To avoid becoming his victoms

Freedom of Jack Frost’s Curse was the cost.

Past overcome victims

The odds were stacked.

We busted through Jack Frost’s Icy Wall

As to escape to a brighter destination..a war..

The first wave.. We attacked.

Jack struck back with all of his icy might..

However, the Snow Bird was too cunning….

We were upon strong wing

And blurred out of sight.

I miss you in a Thought Flash
I see your face inside of my mind
So real and so animate
I wish to reach out to touch the one..
She's gone......I feel her heart, oh so kind.
She stood tall
Even though she felt small
She raised hell
She kept her calm even through the storms.
However, through it all, she was my rock
when the waters almost swept me to Hell.
I hear her voice
She speaks to me.... Even when I'm awake
I feel her supportive breath
Upon my weary and heavy sjoulders
I grow from weak to stronger.......
Just from the dawn of another moment and the honor of her's that's what' is at stake.
If I should fail if I give in
To those around who put on false acts
to win their moments...
No matter how weak, ugly, alienated, or far removed from others..
I lift my spirits up..It's a beautiful environment... as I might feel torturous moments dealing with those who stare , point , or they fail to see my hard works or emotions there....
I feel stronger by beating the strongest of Iron Clad wills..
I smile and shine
As those doubters attack and in question of my failure to retreat, simply stand there and stare...
It was your energy...your living will... and the strength you knew that was in me
That won these almost defeating challenges..
As this victory was all mine.

I was caught off guard. A chance opportunity to show a new side
Here I sit, messed around and unlike the rest.
My clothes mention "poor and misguided.."
My Solidarity within the "Mingling Masses"
I fear I don't belong.
I hate the way I have been forced, by situation, to become.
I am a caterpillar sleeping in his sack
waiting for his metamorphosis into a beautiful butterfly
I smile , in hope, as this moment does not define "Forever"
It's a path, made by a messed up road sign, that drew me closer to this living of a lie.
Other people are dressed in their best.
Including their masks that they wear.
I observe and understand....I am a new creation
A new model of Human Heart
Who never hides what or who he is
A new personality and Character Variation.
I might be a soar sight for your eyes, as for this moment.
In the future, I shall shine in those eyes...
I shall seize the moment and earn a new movement
Of looking at others through open and clear eyes
As he looks up at nature's beauty
In the beautiful and blue skies.
The vines come with the roses of beauty.
It takes a strong caretaker to keep up with such
As far as what he see's on the flower's outside.
Thorns poke his fingers...
They are the brutal side effects of what seems to be perfection
can be another's destruction.
Looks are a view. Heart is a soul and character is a state of mind.
We are all Humans and carry portions of these roses which
fail to blossom at first
we get cut by more thorns than smell the beauty
However, life is the vine. Giving the nourishment to a soul dry and desperate with thirst.
The drink is seeing the true ways in which what defines truer beauty.
The heart, the soul, and the personality that paints a beautiful portrait.
It is what defines true Humanity.

The Colors of The Cold Winds Come In White, Blue, and Gray.
The Colors Signal The Start of The Winter Season
Snow Flakes, Skiing, Snowmobiles, and Imagination
In the Freezing Air it is such an Awe Inspiring Day.
Making Snow Angels even as an adult creates fun times
Memories Never Frozen In The Cold Storage Recesses of
A Forgotten Magical Time.
We throw snow ***** and fight to dominate each other's snow forts
We strive to win a war with ice and snow made weapons that never cost us a dime.
The feel and sound of the snow crushing under our boots
The smell of the crisp, Hibernating, Human Active Frozen Natural World
Lies Dormant until Mother Nature Thaws out such with her kind hands in the Spring Months.
Cleaner air, crystal shards of ice hanging from our front porch roofs
They add decoration to the scene
As we Celebrate each other's Company
As children inside
As imagination sharpens the mind - and our participation
is all we need for the science's result in proof.

I awoke in the evening
Sweat gleaming  on my face
in the bedroom sunlight
Dreams sweet like wine
I wish to become more intoxicated
So I day dream
People silently stare at me as I walk through this space
I have to be tough to have died five times over
I cheated death
The technicians resuscitated my nearly silent breath
I battled through wars in nasty places
where sane people would not dare to roam
There I thrived, smiled, as my brain sparked and my mouth started to foam
I might be older
Never colder
Youthful inside
Like wine, I sweeten with age
I'm worth my weight in gold
People stand by my side
With pride
Even through tornados  of  the hater's storms
I never hide my face
With war paint on
I stomp down all these "false" "norms."

It is scary
That there are night mares which  lasts longer
when I am awake
Than when I am asleep.
I awake to find no one there.
Not enough change to just pick up my things and go.
I wish to find a group and a place
to which I have support on which to grow and keep on with my show.
I fear I am melting away.
As my dreams are happier than how I ever spend my days.
I force myself to push forward
Forging another path to a brighter future....
Maybe , tomorrow, a miracle can happen
and I can find a ride to a way, for myself, on the way in which to nurture.

Lost in a snow storm
A blizzard icing away all of my warm dreams
Confusion exists
Rather than clear logic...
How can one coexist with others when I am  this deeply scared and sick?
A tornado of ideas
I seem to never be able to catch even one thought  to make ideas happen
Success never  sticks.
The spiral to my mental demise is crippling
Doctors seem to have no clue
As money is the answer I don't have
Skills to make things work
Are oh so  tiring and Glowing A Death Color of Blue.
Sadness reigns.
I can do nothing but sleep.
Dreaming of things I wish to have
I awaken to the same mental storms
Like "Jack The Ripper"
A slow murderer that still seems to creep.

Teamwork Solves The Problem
They say “two minds are better than one.”

Nothing could be truer.

As I watched a friend and his relative, patiently, take apart and fix a broke appliance.

I relaxed and observed.

The two had the item repaired and figured out quicker than one whose questions are the parts in which the other can answer when there, with him, aiding in the battle of winning the war to piece together a needed tool , that needs mending.



Through answered questions from a partner well answering problems, the other had faced,

piecing together the problem, through help and sweet and strong reliance.

Upon another to help in rougher times.



I remarked on such, the phrase, as they smiled.

In agreement…it wa voted unanimously.

That :”two minds are better than one”

Simultaneously….we all nodded.

It was a new motto on which we have started to have styled…



Even more so, even a “ton” of minds wishing to achieve the same goal - to fix a broken moment…

or even a city that is in disrepair.

such, through unity,  the item was finished and the conversation had ended….

It is alike war and conflicts…… ….

Having people, ready with you, voluntarily by your side…

Is better than being too tall for one’s own good…or even better motives…

If he fails to see that “one is not an island…”

“Nor is one an army…”

Common Sense tells him to ask for “brother’s in arms”

which overrides any strong form of blind pride..

After hectic waters have shoved this small vessel
to and fro
Here he relaxes
By the dock....To enjoy the calm , sunny days
with his crew who needed such relaxing moments,so.
Deeply to dance with girls they had  met at a local dance club
This captain shines his metals and joins the festivities
For his voyages are planned..
To reach the promised lands...
For him and his crew....
Of creativity, unity, and Eternity
As true sailors on Life's Rough Seas of Those
Misguided moments
Running into the icebergs of the misunderstandings..
The calm waters of tropical smooth runnings and relaxing pictures
Nights spent dreaming, sleeping, or sharing a drink and reminiscing..
No longer shall his inner storms leave him wrecked on some deserted island..
He keeps near his support
However, he adventures , at times, on his own.
He keeps his routes simple
However, his dreams are destinations enjoyed with his crew
A complex ending to a map written by his comrades
Smiling
He has fewer nights..reading such self written maps in the dark...
and He has rarely a reason to get Angry over Over-Though Mistakes
and evenings feeling sorry for himself...
Ship docked..
Wallowing in pity In dreary parks.
Keeping this wisdom not only his friends and acquaintances of wisdom shared with him
But, his lessons learned and newly found Wsidom
He know rules the sea with many.
Than a sailfish land of nearly nothing...this is not his destination..
However, a land of true fulfilled promises, something for everybody,
and such for himself....
A true kingdom.

Confusions in the sick heart
Cannot tell love from hate
Truth from Lies
fantasy from reality....
When did this sickness start?


Once, not too long ago, communications were clear and open
The signals were clear
The messages were legible
Then came the interruption
Of the service that provided communication's energies and
pathways to transmit such for the listener to hear.
Vital Pathways and The Connections of the signals
of two hearts which value a great communication...
Neglect of such can lead to
Broken lines that connected two souls
that needed one another
Ties were were broken.
The signals were lost
Sadness, Mistrust, Worry, and Questioning Times
Were this action's cost.

Not checking the signal
Nor the lines of which the transmitter broadcasted from one heart's broadcaster  to the receiver
always stayed in proper function
Until there was a betrayal...

Time and it's fill of other interests
Snipped the power lines
and broke the grid until the soul went into unrest.

Now, there needs to be the repair of this connection.
Signals of Messages are of great value..
As a  clear signal defines the care and importance
for another
for which you wish to share love, care, and devotion
from a once noble heart that was rightful and true.
Transmissions keeping another near even when separated
miles apart
Such can define the strength and continuation of a strong heart
and it's rich, cherished relations
with another....

To never crash down to a ruined end
from which we valued it's brightly lit start.

I was A kettle placed upon the flames of confliction
People's Heated Words of Lies and Deceit....
Such fuel of judgement, words of hate, and dark repetition of those wishing, upon me, to inflict blind tormental rituals..
Such wishes they can Pump up the flames to anger's ignition...
The waters of the calm boil down to the smokes of mistrust
Spreading to even those who once added sweet spices
of true virtue to the teas of friendship and oneness.
Fired Angers and Fires of Momentary Lapses Of Judgement

That are the dynamite sticks that are made of   conflict and  are the soul's heated ingredients for anger explosives..
Spirits, once calm, can Turn Volatile


As heat ,Built from the powders of those poking  ignorant taunts, spread lies, and ignorant vocal judgments at my soft spots
Of Human Soul's Discomfort...
Sparks feelings of "blind retaliation " for a short lived while...


I close off their presence and heat
By turning to the fans cooling of peaceful understandings...
Those who wish  Turn a once peaceful waters into explosions alike Nuclear Products
Storms  made up from the buildup of toxic feelings and uncomfortable passages of time....Foggy Interpretations of another's soul..

They are Tsunamis devastating wiping out of all who fail to ease such waves of conflict...

To all of those with no spirit.....
Who took pride as they Flashed upon the tides
Anger's Winds and waves...
Tossing  in a rowboat of survival and confidence
Into the rocky Shores of the lost soul's pride..
the one whom they deem  "unworthy" and "just" of emotional "hazings"
and Deserving of Weapons of Destruction through such "Hostile Negative Winds of Critical Jokes" and "Lies of Acid"
the  "Soul Eaters"
Build up the fires of Hostile Battles and Argumentative explosions
Only ending one's tranquil spirit......However, as hard as they tried to start the battle...

I refused to be as reduced into piles of ashes..
  as another  unneeded storm of ignorant emotions.
Instead of exploding like a bomb built upon the schematics of "blind Hatred" and Hitting the Nuclear Button of "retaliation...."
I  take my time and think through my peaceful maps of escape routes...
Maps and Sensible Travel Routes.....
To enjoy travel, onward, unscaved by the fury of those heathed and blind souls
trying to provoke war
all around me..
I clearly  understand the power of social ignorance, momentary lapses of reasoning, and conflicts based on a misread messages of mass "intelligence."
Invented or Misguided Stories of ill-feeling, ill-gotten words, and such materials that build
"Emotions bombs."
My understanding of the war hungry tormentors and harpies of the army of the Bullies and Haters
defuses the situation through Understanding The Truth behind himself, behind their actions as conflicted souls....
As society's "Puppets"
The beauty ,that those conflicted against him fail to have seen,
their loss of true meaning and self control ,and he as another battle of "Whom deserves to win the battle for the title as the 'Worthy Portion of Their Society"
He is proud that he never stayed and fought.
Even after the feelings of the strongest temptation..
to revenge a "soiled" name....
To win a senseless battle to  Mend his Troubled and Damaged Ego.. He smiles as he realizes...
"There is nothing to be won by these games."
Off in the distance he walks.. He is the one who remains Victorious.
As in the background, there are  those questioning his walk to a better freedom. and unwillingness defend his "soiled honor."
Sucj reasoning never justifies their meanings and jsutification to conflict...
He knows where he has been and where he is going....
He knows, eventually, the ones hungry for fights made from the Delusions and Egocentric Ones That Hunger For Society's Battles...
Will fade as they realize that such challenges were a waste of their moments, in their lives, that could be lived much more to the fullest.

Looks are only an invitation to hunger for lust.
Ir a jar to open the door, as invitation, to the house of the heart.
After the first glance
Growing with someone by physically being by their side and never leaving..That's worth giving staying around to know someone's heart by caring enough to yearn to be by their side is worth a great and deep chance.
Words are a tool. Without actions or a way to vocally express or physically shed a light upon someone only reinforces an empty space where one should be there.
Knowing how they respond to your presence
How your truth glows
and how your false notions resonate, darkly.
I wish to be by people's sides. Whom I deem valuable components of the machine that is my bright and happy heart
Fears of how I come across or how I look also show lack of my trust
In self
In you
I rise up and challenge such by taking the extra effort to send my self,visually,audibly, and emotionally directly by your side.
I shouldn't ruin myself, our deeply needed connections, and need for each other's hearts to feel that they belong
to be smashed like glass
Due to insecurity to allow our relationship to sit and rot, like metal, it shall rust.
Down to powder...Than it shall disappear
And I'll miss having you, in my life, longing for your heart to be near. Here.
My courage is stronger as is the trust in the me to just be such, myself.
To just be spontaneous and send myself along any lines
to your heart
Instead of perfecting such crafts and allowing our hearts to die upon a lonely and dusty shelf.
Let's start this path, all over. However in a different direction.
Allow both of us to show ourselves at will
Beyond the shells, pretty words, and petty materialistic gifts..
Let our love flow like an erupting volcano...
Spontaneous combustion of action into feeling is the only way we can continue to grow.

A heart is a flame that needs some kindling
to fuel it's energies past the limits of self fueling.
It yearns for the uniting of another kind soul
to fuel a beautiful light...such only asking
for a separate heart's  true gifts
of the soul in  heart
to start giving
beaming from the fires that warm souls and ignite hearts.
to flames of passion
Such must be fed with such foods of interests of loving for the soul, in a beneficial fashion
melting one another and fusing two into one huge soul that is a mystic form of energy..
Two souls fitting like pieces meant for the same puzzle
It defines the role of true fortune and Beauty
Souls that are powerful fuels for one another
feed and maintain the lights and which such  shines to the world from one another
to the dark world and souls around the two
as their become a "solar Sun" created from nuclear bonds
Fission-ed  from each other's loving atoms
Signals the birth of a newer galaxy of the like with those united by the pair's united light
Such miracles are seldom and few.
Given the nurturing, care, and expressed need to learn, grow, and become a two piece set that builds one larger entity
Such blasts the brightness from this sun's rays of warmth and flames to other's in need of warmth and light
to fill their worlds with a miracle
as a gift
from their hearts for all eternity.

I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

She wears her hair long
Strands of brown silk and shiny beauty.
Big Brown eyes that shine like huge crystals
shine light to me just as a light and electricity
Victory in love
Means ,in the war to avoid love ,I'm the fallen
Soldier in a war to be the lone gunner
She knows the strategy of the game
and hard to get is her battle plan
To have me, as if in a football game,
she's the quarterback with the football
and I'm the chasing Front-runner.  
Wanting to hold my sweet Victoria close to me
and have her strength in spirit and intellect
to bolster my life's campaign, in unity of eternity
I am forever dedicated to the general of my army
To lead me to my heart's battle
to win over the lonely forces of darkness
not a defeat
but an artistic victory.
I'm only half of a whole without her soul growing into fusion with mine.
To grow ,together, in all of love's true meaning and power.
I hand her,distantly, a kiss and wish to find the way to send her a dozen red rose flowers.
If only she'd open her mind to me after a battle field mishap
An innocent judgement.....her Partner in arms
In love's war victory
To open to me and understand my pain of guilt of the fumble of the ball
In a moment where I broke trust and aided the dark side to a brighter history.
Sense my yearning for your wisdom, strength, and strong heart's rhythm needed to place a beat to love's song
which I've longed to finish such a beautiful and bright song which  I've been writing,for so long,unfinished, waiting for the right one
Victoria is the finished part of my Epic Sonate
An opera to finish, with her heart melted into mine.
One song I've wished to complete for so long.
I try and think to another heart for inspiration
"Get to know me past my misguided moments, sweet Victoria.."
"For I'll prove myself beyond my strongest gift..
Inside of a heart you'll find that's an irreplaceable gem...
Trust, again, and take me into your light..
For us to enjoy family and love, eternally, in The Magic of Love's Bond and Formation.."
Of a life past our living bodies..Our souls shall be bonded, forever.
Marking the victory past a setback
Creating a new spirit from two souls fused to one.
Shining light on all those who are fighting for love...
To see two, so right for each other, fight to have the Ballard of Love's Opera, the fight to Eternity's road, to our fusion,
those lovers fighting to be forever.....This battle they shall see we have won.

My feelings change within the night like seasons
Boredom to excitement
then to bitter sadness
Who or what pill can end this utter madness?
Lost within my own thoughts
I waste away until a voice flashes the confusion away
the warmth of a smile and a "hello"
Makes for a saner way.
Can you tell the Shrink that the medication that I need
does not come with pills
but on a script for friendship and for love
that this man has needed
To ease the scary chills?

Here I am left in quiet hours of thinking
The sun rises just as I feel as if my emotions will collapse
Here it goes
another urge to start drinking.
No one around to keep me company
As if they were immune to my real friendly charms
I feel the coldness from inside...not just the winter
I hold myself in my own arms.
So, where does one go with no clear way?
To earn someone to enter their world?
If they fail to notice..my messages...
In the coldness of another empty day?

I have got the most powerful tool in my hand
It's not a knife,gun,or brass knuckle
It's a pen and a piece of paper
I use such with a strike in a promise land.
My ink is my blood
the pen is my needle
The paper is the fabric in which I sew my soul into such
I group of words and a powerful message
A weapon for the people without a voice
Such a tool that they need so very much.
The reading of their words inspires more of mine
The flame grows bigger
we intertwine
Souls knitted together
through words,pen ink,and tears
we overcome those horrid days and shortcomings
We are a united army
Standing, tall, against the sum of all fears.

The blood runs through my veins
Past lives of those strong,however, passed on
I run through the fires waiving a flag
My purpose to rise above
Unreachable souls who charged that cost
I rain destruction on evil
that are weights  on those who are the evil and  weaker
leaves the hate that made those inferior
cut open and left messages in blood stains.
To rise up through my civil war
Above those who thought they were taller than I


Something I built up too
Through inner strengths

I am a bird on the wing and I start to soar.
To the freedom winds...

Above those higher levels who used to look down on me
here I fly
wild and free.

I reach out
A voice projecting from the masses
You look around to see where I am
I was covered up an invisible coat
Worn by those who had lured me in
A fish on a hook drawn by the bait that was you
I held back the tears
I tried harder to stand out
for you to hear and see me
However, in the end, there was no you
I forgot the inner me that I used to so stronger see
Now my passion is recharging and so is my trust
The person I'm trying to reach has a radio that is out of order
No voices heard just static
The switch was shut off on me a unit lay to rust
The day will come when you are at the Microphone
Singing to me
For me to save you from the coldness that chills you to the bone
You will lose trust in people
You shall feel fear in places
avoiding places tied to memories
Chilled to find you will not make it to the steeple.
One fine day the one who has the heart to hear me
shall have her radio on
It shall be in top running shape as she knows how it should work
Keeps it in fine tune - she hears me
A connection binds of such I'll be found
of as the lonely nights end and we dance together
Loving each other through all days, forever.
To those who fail to keep their radios on
don't listen to this voice
Missing the blessings from me that I've been giving as gifts to you
You shall miss out on this blessing that is my heart
As my voice is my broadcast and you have known when I started.
To reach out to all in-kind faith
You have the heart to return the transmission
You have been confused on what trust truly is
what fear paralyzes the soul
and what motivation aids in the transmission
of your feelings to voice
or a hand to lift back to mine
Then our hearts will truly be intertwined.
My mission is straight and loving
There is no reason to question it there
In your heart
Let me finish this broadcast and see you reach back
My story is complete
Now, what are you going to do?
But reach out and not simply freeze and stare.

Faded sunlight into the darkness of the night
Colors of Orange, yellow, and red line up the skyline.
Visions signaling Earth's readiness to sleep
As one dazzles at the awesome sight.
The heart beats a sigh as the day makes the soul feel more active
The nocturnal spirit awakens
seeking the presence of his companion creativity
The shutters in the cold darkness with a smile
his soul then lights up the now dark city.
The quiet hours mark the challenge to scare saddening thoughts away
The success of action depends upon a dedicated fire
that burns of this spirit
It ignites
Warming up all around him
As it hits.

Look into my eyes and see my truths
Look at my style and see unique
Never place a label upon a rare an unique diamond
as the ones who place the names are the ones also being voted against in political booths.
To justify their wrongs they push the wrongs in your rightful ways
You become the guilty as those who pay and sabotage to be the innocent
are supplied with the power and funds on which bet to wager
on what weaker soul on which to plant the dirt
then the bloodhounds are set in your footsteps
to track down an accused criminal
Left winged birds can sing off key
However, they can not fly.
What happens with a corrupt or unjustly earned legacy?
With those on top who rig the games and sabotage the political polls
Their legend, with these damaged souls, certainly shall die.

It is not always easy to express one's self
When his artistic creations are never placed in galleries
They are often forgotten of
Sitting there gathering dust on a storage shelf.
It seems as if ten more people are at the same task
As which you create with
Comparing their outcomes to your own
Your light of hope fails to light
Due to many missing you that must express
such visions
A dog starved to the bone.
Eyes meet the other exhibits
As your kiosk is primarily never sought for business
The confidence of challenge is there, however, it soon melts away
When all of the hard work which you have placed
in expressions for the world to see
Fade to darkness like the "dark side of the moon"
As night simply ends the days.
Questions remain about what you are truly "gifted"
at or "ahead" of other game pieces on the board game of life.
When so many are inventive such as you
One too many is a crowd.
You pull down a fake smile. A fake shrowd.
Now the net is neutral
Damaging my once vibrant flow
As my hands are now tied to how I can grow
The rules of the game are now many and harder to get around
Like a roadblock in your sight of your future
The air begins to become too thin and your mind weighs heavy
As the cut in your creative inventiveness
Bleeds too heavy and needs a "miraculous" suture.
Needing others on my team
Every time  I seek out such
I'm the "driver x" at the "speed races"
and the "forced gun" to bear uninspiring
and lonely expressive paces.
Is their justice to the laws limiting one's freedom of expression
just to protect those in the "top few?"
When the own half of the platform on which you try and "compete"
However, you are too small to be seen as "you."

I have not finished each day with a proud feeling.
Here is where I stay
Trapped Beneath a limited and worn out Ceiling
Drops of confidence fill my waking hours
For each one of these, I have a garden
such isn't fertile enough to sprout any colorful flowers
In my drab lifestyle
Where not a soul dares to roam
I try and try as hard as I might
I see no way out of being alone a missionary
Who is always searching for a place to call “Home.”

Blessed New Year
A light shines through the opening
to the changes which time's doors open and bring.
The sun warms the ice
As do our hopeful hearts melt away last year's fear.
We stand tall and proud and wipe our slate clean.
Once a year we can dare to venture to new grounds
that make up planned resolutions
which we place into action
We have limitless futures and venture,closer, to our promised lands.
Free of despair and evil.
Free to shine as one's self and grow
Old or young we all share one thing in common...
Dreams that we will never let die
We fight to win their worth
And so ,with such, growth and warmth
We see our Human hearts glow.

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.

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 has 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

Dancing with snowflakes
Dancing Feet with the rhythmic winds...
Holiday Seasons...
Sweet love and sugar cookies and cakes.
Memories of a childhood of such moments
caught in my mind's eye like a live newscast
Brings forth future chuckles
as future broadcasts span across the globe
Like a fine wine..
Such gets sweeter when age adds to the formats
to elder's ages
growing in strength and numbers
Here we go...toasts to the cheers
of these sovereign time placemats.

Look But Don’t Touch
Pictures are claimed to be worth one thousand words

While words are merely spoken sounds from another’s mouth

They do not touch, nor prove anything but a spoken dream.

A view from another picture that never feels nor hears another’s screams

Human interaction and touch are needed more than “daydreams”

In moments of sadness or despair

or simply just needing someone to physically to be there

Why are pictures anything but memories and or dream?

If another in this photo, whom you desperately needed, cannot be there.

why must it be a provocation, from a photo, in which teardrops fall upon

and the empty space of their existence with you never is earned through a view

in any form of medium

To ease the pain of feeling like the lone gun who must sit in cold and empty airs

to never collect another’s feelings that equals out the emptiness by their net-worth

indescribable in moment weighed sums?

Based on the movie, "Misery"
Here I've remained, within these walls, locked up tight.
Due to repayment of someone else's fraudulent history.
The "friend" to me that forces monetary collection from guilt
from my pockets
to his
based on his "suffering."
Based on mine, being weighed as "unworthy to be heard"
Here I  remain, dying  inside until such "debt is paid"
While the most so-called" admirable people" are able to get away with such
People like me are scolded and beaten to the ground
Since people like us are "not worth much."
People should all be weighed in
to be equal.
The shackles of slavery are never just
Even though one is convicted of a crime in which he had  never committed
It's the status of this person
in society
that always allow  such horrendous actions upon
to be permitted.

we are gifted great energy that is a strength

once we learn the power of endurance

we equal the balance of the energies

as the weight of the world can be lifted.

learning takes time

often the graduation from learning is called maturity

growing older is part of the process

from youth, we fear to become older due to the unknown

however, so fears melt
once they melt when we go through them

and we are grown.

admiration to those skilled and learned to thrive

are called “senior citizens.*

one who is stronger will be shown

the path to safety

through the building of  strength

These blocks that build into eternity.

i have grown older and earned such accreditations

to the strengths of the energies that build a better pathway

in life

we thrive to know another season has been conquered

by our inner maturity

to bond together
as energies due
both of   us strengthens.

i feel you...
though we are thousands of miles apart
you dear friends and deep romantic interests.,,
you are never alone.
when those empty and trying cold nights
frighten and chill you to the bone.
you have my spirit with you.
as my heart beats
it sends its signal to  all i adore since all i do value
through all the storms in which i have been through
i could never have made it down this far without you.
so as you stop and do think of me
we bare the burden together...
as long as you need me in thought or in presence
i shall support you like Atlas and hold the weight of your world
as i hold you in my heart
stronger than "gorilla glue."

thanks
i am giving...
not that i mind
i am just sick of being left to myself.
a frozen watch
hands that once measured
the warm active moments of time..it needs a wind.
my heart is dusty
it remembers some clear and sweet moments
that i yearn for
to spend with others instead of being someone's
knick knack
in need of a dusting on a shelf.
some will stop and say "hello"
since the clock doesn't tick
they only count their finer moments
ones that often replace me in such
minutes of the future
lost and now hollow.
why have you forgotten what the need of this day truthfully  means?
not just obligation to attend another's rythmic
holiday routines
but to have those who feel such company a blessing..
it has been so long on this day of "thanks"
i am giving...
pass the dressing,..
as tears stream even though i am told to like my own  company
these bare and echoing halls slowly drive me insane
as on another company-less holiday
i sit and remember other days
where people truly needed and yearned for my company
instead of flashing memories
looking out a ***** old window pane

Warmth passed when the flame was taken from light
The chills of quite hours
the beat that  is communication and song, in sound,  my heart..
it's the only voice  
around
that ever  speaks to me.
My breaths are  the only additional voices that I hear
That are  steady and bright

Blood flows through my veins
The draft of the fall weather flows from the cracks in the windows

These things are guaranteed and something you can depend on..
When everyone else seem to  be  way too important
over you
Pain remains in the heart....deep stains.

Another year  and another lost soul
The circle of People's Temporary Presence
Like the clock
It measures time until the end of the day.
A never ending repetitive way
like the spinning of the Earth
where one stays weak and quiet
Years take their toll.
Another fork in the road
leading to another sunny way.

You have no where to go.
If you had a way to get to them or go somewhere
Where would one go?
When the curtain of the act
when you arrive for your part in the play
is already at the end of the show.

Walking down highways
of travels life's souls...
Most you see are able to be together.
Like billboards they advertise their wonderful gift
of love
as you are the loner being advertised a product
One you never seem to have the resources to obtain.. such ..
in no matter of once thought of successful processes
taken
to acquire the needed assets.

The products fail to be affordable in stock or available on the selected love's store  shelves
in what means that are negotiable
for purchase from  the store's stock
or  negotiable for sale's ways.

Trust of the system
which love or friendship is disbursed
is questioned.
Limited quantities or lack of credit ..to obtain such
Beats your knee caps like the baseball bat of misery
Until you need a crutch.

You brave the storms and try again.
It is a demonstrator vehicle
Which you must return to love's dealership
after the timer on the sale's representative's clocks
Marks the end of short lived beloved travels
Walking, once again, nobody gives you the needed credit
because of the fights to survive or the constant
fights to prove you are the brighter one
From which you've travelled such roads and have been.
The way to earn the scores...
The fail to measure such....
As a one sided dice
Such never offers a game
to  ever have been a possible   win ...seen

The successful love economy brokers tell you how it is done
how you must do the steps to earn what you need
You sign the contract
However, the small type, at the bottom of the now signed pages
in the limitation section
and exceptions portion of such
Prevent you from obtaining the credit to earn that special someone.

I have a poster of fame
Posted on every building and street corner in America
I am an outlaw on the lamb
as I am running from the "Law of The Land."
A "dangerous flame."

I am not of criminal nature.
I seem to have let down those who have arrested me
Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments
I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept
outlaws such as me.

Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers
Running after a "rogue comrade"
To be liquidated from the inventory
the names of entities
Scratched off the List of people  
who are titled the  "Accepted Glory."

Friends lost the notions of "balance"
as certain rewards were notable to be  banked
to be received
as amounts of funds
As the situation grew dim with tragedy

To the court of "The Worms Wall"
He was sentenced to exile
Without a chance of debating the Liability
No Balance
Without his own counsel
This fugitive never stood his chance.

Wishing to have someone to become his friend
He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light
As the empty chair in the court room
They were not there
I sat in the Witness Box
Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight

To where I am supposed to go while now on the run
I need a retrial
To prove my name of the  truth
As such titles should   be replaced on the list
Until such
My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over
Friendship city
Until I can prove my true blue loyalty
I have no dignity
I am now the lost one.

she came into my life almost as if by accident
a sweet voice
a blessed meeting
based on pure mutual investment
to ease the cold cutting nights of being alone
as we both sensed one another's need
to have each other in true and loving tones.
trueness and wealth from mutual interest
from enjoying each other and even just one
moment spent..
in true care
in each other's arms
a trueness to be fused together in light
we fuse from each point in which we give
another moment to grow together.
as we seek to run to one another
in distant cities
such true and brightly sought souls
in agreement to spend true bright eternity as one
shall enjoy a well rewarded and sweet victory.

Down with the ship
This "titanic" was the greatest ship
The captain was forced to race to the end of it
In wealth's panic
Can you help me?
Reaching out
they slapped away my hand
"What's the matter?"
"Wasn't true care and being fellow Humans "
in which to "care" for "one" another
what it's all about?
I loved you, dearly.
Yes I know the true meaning of the word
or was the message too hard to understand and
constructed as "Those made by obsird?"
I'm going down with the ship.
I cannot help to make it stop
So watch as you leave me there at the helm
As for sticking by me through and through
was to you what did overwhelm?
Watch me sink.
Your "Titanic."
You sent the morse code
That read "Don;t Bother us"
As you dried, safely, with another
"Love" in which you trusted , wrongly,
and their "boatload  of tricksters"
Is this which you now sail on with, misguidedly,  down the road?

I like to become intoxicated in Social-Media-Land
I love becoming a non reality
A delusion induced character
Brought by not wanting to value what was in my mirror.
I became a fake brand.
I became intoxicated with this new found and imaginary land.
I change my face
I change my voice
I checked everything over and made sure every word I spoke or had written was perfect.
As nothing ever is. A "Fantasy Island."
I dropped a coin into the wishing well.
I found nothing more than me becoming "Alice in Wonderland."
I was lost in a dream. I then wanted to wake up.
For the sake of my real life and it's future
became so unclear to me.
Breaking the shackles of being intoxicated as another person
the feeling of becoming universal god and a falsely made profit
I flashed back to the happiness of strength over burdens
The delight of being unique and unacceptable
in ways only that they Haters have grown to see in their eyes
Being stronger than they and bouncing their cold stares and words off my soul
I escaped Wonderland
I am one less lost soul swimming in their fish bowl.
I "wish you were here."
Where waters might not be always warm and clear
However, as lonely and hard as being the "freak out of the crowd"
That I appear to be...
It is a pleasure to be outside the screens of social media, at times,
As I am the stronger soul...One who is truly free...Me.

Dorthy flew over the rainbow many times.
Along the way, her and I met eye to eye.
Viewing each other's memories through these visons
Connected through eyes and spirit...
We join forces and look for beautiful skies.
Even Oz is full of it's storms and battle zones.
As Dorthy returned the second trip over...
The evil Queen tried to steal her head.
However, Dorthy was smarter than that.
She defeated insanity and with her head still ******* on
She avoided someone stealing her unique and valuable vanity.
Seeing these memories I see inside myself.
Through countless times I almost lost my head.
I almost lost myself in the fields of poppies
I almost fell asleep.
Still awake, I ran with Dorthy past these fields...
Past the so-called beautiful and perfect city of Oz
and we found our own sane paradise.
In the uninviting mountains of high promises
We climbed and endured to enter this beautiful place and paid our own price.
Along the way we found others
In our same dilemma.
Instead of roaming to some insane guy posing like a wizard
We became our own magic and traveled to our own lands of solutions.
Now people come to us seeking the same as we once sought.
However, we tell them to have a seat in paradise.
Enjoying the same days and skies as me and Dorthy of Oz
earned a stay within it's walls
and the warmth and an ill-faded disease and condition
once dubbed "undefinable  Happiness"
This perfect disease...
We have now truly caught.

There is a supermarket of feelings
Beautiful buildings lined with bottles racked on shelves.
Marked with labels and brands of different feelings.
Samples are given in tiny cups.
They don't flavor the deep thirst that's inside the heart.
The heart checks out each label and their side effects.
Chances made.
Until the contents expires and becomes a bottle with a defect.
There are thousands of brands
Thousands of Feelings to choose from.
Each moment deserves a different taste.
Pick a bottle.
For the moment there is no time to waste.
There are many shoppers lining the isles.
How many different worlds they have come from.
They have fought to be here for a routine way
for the taste of a new feeling.
As they have become numb to their own unique flavors made like
backyard bootleggers.
The selection was worth the trip over the longest of miles.
The the drink you have chosen hits the heart.
Once the effects of such dissapppear
It's time to go back and pick another
at the unique Feelings Soda Bottle Shop.
Now, from another flask, we drink the numb down to a nill
Until the choice of a favorite flavor is found amusing the others.

Death’s Dictator Rendered

   Countries and leaders

    They coexist in a paradox of “one needs another.”

     Power is alike a potent drink

     To power’s heads, such intoxicates and corrupts a brother.

    Shielding one self through words that justify a blood bath

     Words handed over

     to the trusting populations……

     in order to capture a ticket to power’s seat

     with such, promises and trustful actions never do they meet….

    A push of a button….

     A jab with a verbal knife…..

     Strikes another nation.

     Through corruptions and anger

     derived from ill faded and egocentric power bursts…

      Destruction rains over

     those that they consider a “rival”.

       Walls cutting off roads  

      to the needless spread of targeting those  “others”

      defined as  the obstruction to  their greedy targets of expression

      of joyful power intoxication through war and money absorbing actions.

      in which a job…

       people are recruited from the populous.

      Whom  the dictator  loves to employ…

       Soldiers in their “war to their just cause”

       the population is brainwashed to oblivion.

      Without a true view of who and what they are fighting for….

      until the world is shaken and almost rendered “extinct.”

      Through these pig headed wars….

      A show of strength…..

       to hide their weaknesses…

      the purge of adversaries…..    

      ensures their hold to their sword of power.

      As memories of those fallen

      on their forgotten grave sites….

       another….

      who remembers a forgotten and misunderstood heart….

       on their tombstone…

they place upon it a beautiful flower.

Time Is Magic

Measure each moment

Weigh such carefully

Never trip over the speeds

at which these measurements and planned events

should occur.

Sprouts some seeds

That you have planted to feed your future

Moments filled with meaning and self joy

Are measurements of magic of light

Over-playing the dark forces of fear

and fulfillment of other’s  self seeking orders

to how you spend your moments

Emptiness and self destruction

dark forces in such Dark Forces Deploy.

Keep your eyes open wide to the light

Water the seeds

Through reinforcement of your beliefs and movements that are bright.

Join forces with others of light

that graze like cattle around you

Your heard follows a truer path to fight the dark forces

In Time’s Magic

Snap,Crackle, and Pop!



Lifting a spoonful of nutrition out of my cereal bowl

I swallow a moment’s fuel

To rush through a moment

Due to situation’s Blows.

The horn sounds the time when you must prepare

to run this “rat race”

or lose the prizes as you are left behind

due to taking a turtle’s pace.

Everyone is competing to finish above everyone else

in this world of life to the success of passing the finish line.

In life’s race

Life follows the clock which measures moments and breaths of life

just as quick

as the “snap ,crackle, and pop!”

To which your milk doused corn cereal sounds

Start again with each bite full which  you spoon

Fuel for just one quick moment

until in life

Our breaths shall stop.

Words Can Grow

Pain or Beauty

Life and Death

Light or Darkness from below

Words can cut

Words Can Repair

Words cannot fill history

When One’s Presence was never there.

We only have so many years to exist

To achieve

To Grow and Reproduce

Words cannot Replace the actions

where you forced that one to ignore their futures

Only to fit into your schedules

as they depend upon you as a life line

Lines drawn as destructive forces intertwine

Two or more lives that need to bleed as one

to remain bonded as such in love and family

where is the Humanity?

When one family member is a picture of “missing”

on the side of a milk carton?

Did you go out to find the lost one?

Or were you too busy with the prizes that you are seeking to have won?

Words can replace actions

They can justify

They can Describe the instances beyond

how we carry on past the years and moments spent in vein

Can we grow again from where we have been?

Or will words fill the wounds

in life

where we damaged better futures

only to die, slowly, from the neglectful acts

to ourselves….

As we let our needs fall behind

Relics on shelves….

Words do define….

The moments where we won

what was rightful and divine.

Years of scars
from the horrors of war
in my life
mark my face..
A being trapped on the battle fields
of the insanity which appears
in a family who is a part of the Human Race.
Breaking apart.
There is no glue to keep this family together.
Lost brethren
Lost Loved Ones
Eat my Soul
until there is nothing left
Empty roads that I must travel alone
Leading to laughter inside of my mind
Into insanity.
Forever.
Such a long time.
Who do you turn too
when they appear to be there, however, not an action
or Feeling can bet sought....
As money and the American Rat Race leaves them like mindless
robots....
A curse...as you grow older...Shackled by Injury
To both mind and body
That Leaves you less than full
You wish to achieve
But their barriers of authority and allowance will block you
You put on the war paint
You laugh and clap at their promises
Now, you are a Joker's Wild
An insanity ridden and rage filled frothing being
created by their let downs and abscesses
of empty lots called memories
You become an infamous figure written in time's books of
history.

Tic Toc
Feel your Humanity Wither Away
With the Ticks of the Clock.

Sorry.Sorry
Words that I am so used to hearing.
Words do not  buy back moments lost
From the Empty Lone Hours
Spent in Misery

Ching Ching
One Has To Earn their Pay
Feelings die with the chasing of the gold.
Hear the screams in my troubled soul
As I lie here trapped
Between The Streets
And another wasted day.

Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.

I was once intoxicated to live life wearing my scars and fears like a badge.
The storm that had  clouded my mind had cleared
After I met some teachers who brought me to a sunnier part of life's road, in which to start, that many had feared.
I started to walk upon.
I caught glimpses of a more clearer picture. A brighter future..Sunnier days in which to live....
Throwing away my badge of dishonor, I donned a new badge of believing...

In myself,my big heart, and in those who bring me up....
Back from the ashes...
I decided to believe in greater causes than my own short comings. to "relive."
each day is now a newer birth. A fresher and newer start.
In which my soul can strengthen
as I started each day as if it were the first and every first day of my life.
A bright light that shines from me now.
As my head clears and I feel my heart beat strong...
I feel my strength rising from a more clearer eyed view and truer heart.
Days are to be cherished, looked to as a miracle, and not as repeats to dreadful times. Where we were at our weakest.
Now, as we design newerer structures...
for our paths in which we walk..
We become whole, healthier, and converse in clearer ways as in when we wish to talk.
We put our plans into motions.
As plans are just that droplets in life's thoughtful oceans....
However, walking the walk and performing the construction leaves us inspired.
As we not only build for ourselves, we build for us and the house to shelter all we hold dear around us.
It is a beautiful and sweet singing gift as sung by our soul's corus.

Take me back to the times where "people were smarter than machines..."
They were not "swayed or controled by them..."
as we then  "failed" to see as to why "being controled by them"
was just as "crazy as to question as to"  "why the notions" as to" "why humans are unable to fly?"
Invention brought us the "wheel", the "telephone," then to  the
first "Moonwalk" and "first man On the Moon...."
where he still had not used the future to blind his "out of touch"
"seeing eye?"
Into the future where inventions "killed" rather then they "Saved the world?"
Until World War iii Has beem left a "trial ajurned"
we shall be the "Public just sitting on our hands waiting to be burned..."

By a government who does not "see eye to eye?"
As the "blind stay such" and still ask questions "As to why"
things are remaining "The same?"
well at this
"quiet time of blundering,"
who "raises their voices to challenge" society's "wondering"
a whole "desperate" and "uneeded Mile..."
as to the "future" that this "One Eye'd Moon Man yet sees"
for us "in still motion"
He beams down warnings in the burnt in Values in "History's Blind Accidents"
Nobody noticed that "Lady Liberty's Back was Bent"
from being "broken" like "the invented misguided "arrows of some wars"

we fail to "stand up and defend" as to why we need "Better mending of our broken paths and future pavements" on "Congress Floors..."
Instead we overtrust those in leadership who "Tend to need to love life through closed view's doors."