Are you my family?
Enemy?
Or my deserter?
I was stuck with bills and a reputation
where I had to endure stares and revocations.
Revelations
I learned that blood is never thicker than water.
Falling down stairs
A broken and feeble weak man
Nights of hospital rooms
and no one to visit me
as I healed from hell
Again and again
I believed their lies and I had been the one who had fell
to their lies and actions
they ran away and left me to take the blame
to take the fall
A bleeding heart and knife stabbing emptiness
My true family
was not a sister and or brother
It was another
Who held out a hand and then walked with me
Not to place me as the scape goat
or the fall guy
For they tested me with truth and opened up my blind eyes
For blood is never thicker than water
until they cut you and bleed you and make you sick
Then the ones who value you the most do pick one up when he is sick

She came into my life.
A beautiful smile.
Beating my limbs
I was dying from the avoidance of lonely days
She played me like a violin.
Sensual and hot nights of hypnotism
To control my good and create the one they thought as evil.
I was her sin.
She beat me
Tried to break me down
Running streets to avoid the law
Puking death until the rescuers found me
I could not break away from this stalker
The crazy lady and the broken backed walker
I was given a gift of release
when I gained my strength and sent her away.
A pink restraining order I held up.
I had no more tears
That I had to finally cry
No more brute blunt forces to my skull
The forced days to toil with the one I thought
who had loved my soul
Now I am free
Now freedom and sunny days
shall light up the damages
that loving her had taken it's toll.

I lived in many battle grounds.
***** and busted up buildings
Gun shots and swat teams
Shoving my innocence away
with every lie.
For this fighter shall never die.
I braved crashes in races that I should never have  taken part in to win
But in the heat of the moment
where the gold fuels the win.
I was part of groups deeply questioned
Even though the most deadly gangs were true friends

Not the ones who chose their paths.
I supported their moments where they were weak
I stood through ****** tears splattered
As the ones who tried to place me were unable to speak.

In the battle grounds one doesn't chose their friends
Friends become truer families
Bad values? They thought. I snickered.
I erased the stains of blame and drunken crashes
In addresses feared in the Battle ground's classes.
I have drank until I was someone else
Convulsing on an er table
Locked in psych wards
Fighting off guards
Complying until I was released
I remembered all who truly cared for me
In the battle ground
As I saw the buildings in my rear view mirror
Pulling a u-haul
Destinations to yet another battleground
I'm ready
to never become the lost
Because it was the newer me
That i have found

I died that night.
I floated above myself.
Seeing an er table..five doctors..
Trying to revive a compromised soul.
I was ****** back into my body..
The coma I woke from wrote it's role
In the play I acted in to hide
All the pain as a survival from the sin
Hanging out with the wrong people
Dangers in the mist
As I smiled a broken smile
I was destroyed by the cruelty
That was the force I was blind to all the while.
I forgot who I was.
Amnesia took my man hood for quite some time
Until I was reawakened by another attempt
of the evil ones
who tried to knock down the invincible force
That is my soul
I struck back and I won.
Now here he is, reborn, reinvented, and who has won back all his lost memories.
Now he is the master force that shall chose his own coarse

I am like an atom bomb
I have been through towns and their storms
Gun shots, flat lines, pushed back to life
To be stabbed in the back by friends and loved ones like a knife.
I exploded like an Atom bomb and took everything with it.
Life placed to rest.
Sick and twisted ruins of a once peaceful man
Fought by the crime and road's challenging the inner true beauty
I make my strong stand.
I've died on the table plenty of times over.
Now the ghost  walks among the living
He snickers at the fakers
He beats out the haters
I know what  insanity feels like
I've been committed and thrown away like garbage
Even through such I still rise up.
Now they brag about being the one who defused "The Atom Bomb."
I let them believe their lies.
Until the next time the city goes up.....

I am at the edge of my sanity.
I have nerves screaming to be free.
Of the corrupt and sufficating place where my soul has been kept.
No way out. No one even understands to help.
I sink deeper into my void.
Invisible.
Tears wetting the pillow where my head has laid and slept.
I am sick of pretending and compromising.
I need to break free.
Or my insanity shall take it's control and **** the beauty that is me.
Is there a soul, who understands enough of me, to take a risk and join forces with me to bust out of this prison?
There must be.
For I have lost most of my vision.
Banging my head against the wall in restless hours.
Watching everyone else get their dues.
After all my loyalty, respect, and hard work....
Why must I be the one hidden away to be the wreck?
Which never deserves or has earned his repair?
Or are all other souls
much more value of to see the one who is dying there?

I'm trapped in a void.
I have no where , from it, to escape.
Must I have to be like "Superman" and fly with his cape?
Too broke to be seen.
Too sick to repair my broken back.
I'm cracking..ready to split from the horror from which I've traveled and been.
People I had admired, slip away, due to caring too much about "effort"
Caring too much about "expense."
Where's the care for someone as he is "an asset" depreciating in it's "blue book" value report?
I sleep in quiet hours , alone, on a hard floor.
A "doggy" who fakes a smile
to avoid losing another if he doesn't "accept" "all terms"
In a contractual "friendship," "Family linkage," or treated as a "Liability"
in a "business " of life that is almost bankrupt.
And it's fututre shall be a dead and barren building which shall be all borded up?

Christina was an angel.
A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time.
I expressed to her, my last message, sadly.
"You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart
I Love you and shall be your rock.. your wall of deep and respectful support."
I heard the ending of her miraculous invention , brought to life, "Which was her soul and music."
I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly.
I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her.
Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music.
The evil reaper
took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away.
My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart.
My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors.
such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper.
i have cried inside rains of shock.
i felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's  sounds
of the winds of ill fated  changes
stop my creative and artistic heart
from beating.
My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise..
her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths...
Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul.
It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass
that now has no measurable size.
I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times....
Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose
of higher and kinder purposes...
and her angel wings swooped down from above.
She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name.
"The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart"
That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished
In eternal life after the physical realm , which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning.
She shall be within my heart..
Worth more than gold and fame.
As her spirit shall forever love and guide me
to a more beautiful song and dance in my life
She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.

Christina was an angel.
A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time.
I expressed to her, my last message, sadly.
"You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart
I Love you and shall be your rock.. your wall of deep and respectful support."
I heard the ending of her miraculous invention , brought to life, "Which was her soul and music."
I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly.
I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her.
Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music.
The evil reaper
took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away.
My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart.
My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors.
such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper.
i have cried inside rains of shock.
i felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's  sounds
of the winds of ill fated  changes
stop my creative and artistic heart
from beating.
My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise..
her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths...
Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul.
It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass
that now has no measurable size.
I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times....
Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose
of higher and kinder purposes...
and her angel wings swooped down from above.
She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name.
"The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart"
That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished
In eternal life after the physical realm , which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning.
She shall be within my heart..
Worth more than gold and fame.
As her spirit shall forever love and guide me
to a more beautiful song and dance in my life
She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.

My fears were faced and I have now broken down this wall.
In fears that all will be lost.
I demanded truth, respect, and a light to relight my once darkened ways.
Here is the trick which was what you gave to me.
You gave to me..."Your All."
Your true friendship and beliefs in me..
Forcing me to stay strong and being quite a "Loving Teacher.."
Such broke my shattered lie's  pathways.

The rains ceased.
The air warmed back to the temperature of my truer heart.
Skies turned back  to blue..in my soul...
As you have lead me to the right place.
Lie's hold on me
from it's horrid animal, has now, since deceased.

Now...I shall return the kind energies that you have invested in my darkest of hours.

I hand you my flower.
I hold you,now, even closer.
Since you have proven your truer meanings than most of those that were
simply Glitter and "Bribed" days given through selfish one's evil golds.
I spit in it's face and fought such out of my way.
Since the reward I need to give you, my teacher, is my "Finest" Hours.

I've waited for you to return to my heart.
I have collected dust from the days...
As our Future together still brightly
Still shines your way.

Back to the person who is the loyal heart.
Sometimes silly.
Sometimes confused.

His meaning sometimes drown out by confusion's
way of creating a "fork in our way"
Words written to question where we should start.


Days have weighed down on my soul.
Tears washed away the pain.
These rains never doused my fire in my heart for you
As such breaks in the line of communications
have sometimes broke us and have taken quite a toll.

Miracles never die.
They simply lie there dormant.
Questioned, heavy in the conviction of how you thought I wasn't true.
As crazy moments can try our union.
Look deeply inside of yourself. then back into me.
For great things have truly have been defined as "you."

A beautiful moment
Sitting in a pit 
Drowning in regrets
A lost man 
Feeling as if he were the only one
As the other pretty faces laugh and they sit.
You want to know who you should be, what you should be.
However, being unique 
Is worth being a “freak.”
A beautiful afternoon.
Sweet music
Brings hope to this one 
Who shall become someone

A true astral meet up
She was in my dreams.
A connection.
In astral plains.
We walked and became closer.
Justice connected between lands, beautiful running video mind streams.
We were there, together, as one. 
Growing. Bonding. Fusing.
Such was a real interaction. 
We could touch, smell, taste, and hear one another. 
Real actions 
In fate.
She taught me as in which I could relate.
In feelings.
My brunette beauty. Her beautiful soul.
She had sought me.
Her soul and mind had reached out for mine.
We roamed, the streets of the city, for hours, free.
Together.
Holding one another. 
As she had told me and had shown me where to find her.
How to keep her heart.
Why she chose mine.
In her life….
As her needed part.
Turning on my phone….her photo appeared.
My mind blazed in awe….
Just as she had appeared, in connection to me, in astral dreams to me in visions and form….
In this photograph….. Victoria was true to form.
We got to know the parts that made up one another.
Our hobbies, loves, values, family, fashions, and personality….
Hard to believe?
We were there. 
Just as she shall see in my photos and read in this passage…
A true venture into a magical trip, late last night..
In a beautiful visitation and “dreamlike” message…
Even after we had awakened… we both held in such memories….
Just because something seems “too impossible ” or “too unexplainable ”
Doesn’t make our relationship unavoidable..
Untrue….
Or “non like a true path’s crossing.”
Intrigue and passion….
Question of the outcome…
And a beautiful future , forever, make this trip worth investing into “reality” 
To “meet up in awakened physical form”
To share a rightful fate in a sweet life, finding each other in a huge world, in this “spatial” 
Reality formed into a “factual” loving and binding
Possible matrimony.

America the beautiful.
We love everybody ,equally.

All are welcome here.

As we say such, cheerfully.

As many problems ,as we might have.

In time ,we shall over come them.

Triumph over all enemies….

United with all who befriend and support us.
We defend you and love you as unique as you are.

A nation who was born yearning freedom from corruption and from one rule…

We are a nation who shall always live on as the land of the free…..

Let all who live in the land and or support us cheer and be defended over corrupt and dangerous fools.

Add some deep and blue skies 

A dash of lonely teardrops 

And some lost souls
Mix in a little hope

And the mix becomes
healthy smiles
Out with the old

And in with the new

Removes the tarnish off the moldings

And brings forth a brand-new you
Erase the doubt

And clear the cluttered memories

These Are the recipes to a great legend 
in future sceneries

Why do nice people end in life’s rat race, last?
A thrown out contents into the cold soul’s dump?
Hence, becoming a forgotten and recycled soul
In which those who cast such out, did not remember of the light In them, until the cost has been cast?
Why is a bright future so much of a Horder’s dream in which they can corrupt and or steal such soul’s energies, for their greed?
Take such a warning.
You , the hoarder shall drown in despair’s ocean ,once your guilt has never been needed.
Drown if you must, in such intoxications.
For your end will always be the cost of the lust for the brighter.
Their legends shall live , forever, as fighters.
For ,as the much stronger and brighter beings ,shall laugh at your new infatuation.
We learn, ever so quickly, those false actors of “the nice.”
As our cold and knowing states, of how you took our Conrad’s in the greedful , shall never get a listen. As our ears-closed, when they were living and bright, as our eyes glare shall freeze your fuel and sick soul’s to solid,freezing ice.

Daylight sounds the wake up start

of  a brain resting from wounds of a painful sort.

Taking a breath and pushing through a rough port

of a tidal wave crashing upon my psychic.

I work through these long hours of pain

and push onward through the sick…

I become stronger, after excuses, by medical personel

who cover their own in order to leave one out in the cold.

Bold? Yes.

Rightful? No.

You  accepted their terms. Now such is in your hands.

They might think they’ve been in the right.

Just wait until they are denied passage into their promised lands.

I lay on this floor

Waiting for a soul to cast brightness on the darkness.

Here we go..Another message sent in hopelessness.

You only came along when you were in need.

Did you notice?

Did you notice as I cried as I sit here and bleed?

My soul lie drained. A shell of a soul.

Trapped in a messed up body.

I tried to be somebody.

Every time I try to rise up..

I was beat down and forced to close up.

You taunted and you teased.

As you fell, at first, I felt pleased.

I helped. Even though I was down.

Here I am. The foolish clown.

I opened my eyes after a near permanent fall.
Here I stand. Other's I have known, passed, due to not being able
to get back up after their fall.
I throw roses on their memories and a kiss "good bye."
A heart beating for them as their spirits cheer.
I go onward, stronger, thanks to the help of these spirits
and friends.
People that I value due to purity of soul and purposes.
United we stand and united we do fall.
If I stand tall, I honor these people. Who have passed and those who still stand.
In life's promise lands.
We built these "cities" of friendship, together.
A beautiful union that shall last , forever.

As a world, we  need to become united.
One life's force melted into one.
Supporting one another in spirits, all are invited.
To a brighter life and a brighter way.
We shouldn't use a name of a country...
We need to be people.
Have a message? No bloodshed.
Let us be a united peoples and use a sane head.

You sure have shown me.
Grown ups acting like children.
Childishly seeking to weigh another soul  down..
Through exploiting their weaknesses in the crowds..
and flaunting things that make another sad....
Since they assume you cannot have what they own.
Let them wear these  Rusty Crowns.
On their seats of thorns.
In their empty Kingdom..
I deserve the best out of life.
Truth, success, love, intimacy, and all that I do rightfully yearn for.
Such enlightened rewards which I have worked so very hard, to earn.
Through my true selfless nature and deep fondness of being the less violent and the  more kind....
Of  being this sort of sweet spirited person.
At times such is a curse.
As the corrupt take advantage of such.
They take from me too much....
Energies....
Happiness.....
Enjoyment of life....
Until I snap out of their trance and strike back.
I turn away....They receive some bad Karma.
I work onward, as me. Succeeding.
Such visions of such cuts them ,slowly,like a knife.
Now, more than ever, I "Look Before I leap."
For not everyone is what they appear.
When I need some one.
When they stab me in the back as I sleep.
Their actions prove their jealousy and yearning.....
For me to be below their childish and wicked level....
Let them think that they have it "all."
Looking back, I laugh at what "least of what is important,"
in their lives...
That they wish that I could  have  had.
For, it was not me who kept the good ones out.
The bad ones simply forgot the universal password.
Which was kindness, trust, and truthiness.
For them  to see, me ,get what I have needed.
Such keeps them out in the cold..
The warmer ones are with me...
Outside their  walls.
Us bigger hearts...The "Stronger" and the more "Bolder."

Although people look and think they know me
Inside of my heart, there is so much more to be seen.
Things never are what they appear to be.
So, I try and work to stay true.
The mess on the outside that you have assumed to be the inner me.
When I look at another, I get to know the person and see through their appearance.
Their act.
Like a play on Broadway
I tend to read the script until such days...
When those who misunderstand what I am out of fear
What they fail to see as what I appear in the mirror...
One day, as I grow and stray to those truer,those controlling
Those pushy and demanding ones...shall feel the empty spot where
once I stood...
It will be then, when the inner me, shall be seen even more clearer.

Dark and quiet..As I sit here at night.
Not a sound to be heard.
Outside of my memories which cry out
I have tried so hard to communicate
and as the sun , stay bright.
The scenes of people walking out on me or scolding me while I
was at my best...
I hang my head in these hours..
as insomnia cruel beats me to rest.
I have people who tell me what or how I should escape
the nightmares unfolding in my life.
They fail to understand that they are not in my shoes.
Forced ways and forced lessons cuts into me
like a knife.
I wish I could have a middle ground.
Where both in a situation prosper
The other doesn't have to fall.
I feel as if when I try to stand up
rather than lie down and wave a white flag...
Those stubborn souls pound my emotions  like
I'm a soccer ball...
I can run about and meet everyone else's goals..
In the end , the game is out of time.
I have lost that winning point.
I end up losing my place in success' line.
I try to express myself and feel comfort in my own
realistic zones....
The opposing team interrupts my relaxed state..
Only to demand another replay..
Horses to finish a race from the starting gate.
Around and around in a circle they go.
Such in my life...I too...
I seem to run.
Victories lead back to the beginning of the circle..
The others win points and earn the win to be free..
Now the quiet and empty hours in which I sit in the dark
Slowly **** my heart like a wilted flower.
If only I could be allowed to blossom and not have to
Play to win these games...
I wouldn't hold my energies of fear in and simply explode.
Bow I await my destiny for yet another sunrise...
I am almost fearful for what will be the suprise.

Lack of Judgement of those "Healing Kinds.."
A medical badge and a general's attitude.
Leaves the sick to drown in sorrow
From those intoxicated with power and bad attitudes.
They demand their payment or "Die at our feet."
Public, Hypothetical Oaths, and public serviceman
Forget why they had elected to be there.
As one questions their change of kindness
Into some form of non-human taste of spite
Many years later, they go insane from this "Flight."
A once respectable soul, taken by money's vultures, flying for the attack
On the patient from the disease of greed
and power lust
That disfigured him like "Gulim From Lord Of The Rings.."
"My Precious," as he scoops his wages up from the bank.
One begs for a middle ground, they are tossed out into the sea.
One more lost brain, licensed to heal, however damaging from blindness.
An insane person treating the insane.
In the end he shall be locked up tight.
Bankrupt in a straight jacket..The doctor is no more.
A victim of the system of medicine that lost it's way
He shall spend the rest of his retirement looking out a small
ward window.
A view of comfort for his last few days.

I lie dreaming during what restful hours in which I sleep.
My soul travels to the true and astral vacations
Not just in fantasy.....
No,no.
It is a worthwhile blues song in which
To it
I love to weep.
I release the energies that over power the good.
I fly even further.
To my destination and true bright future..
Moments of this dream play on and those movie scenes I keep.
There are reasons one escapes reality through astral planes
Leaving the physical shell behind.
Lost weight...
Lost excuses...
Feels good for my spirit to be free.
So join the free.
Release your doubts due to what is or isn't supposed
To happen or be real...
For the gate way to another world is open there.
If you're soul can believe in something greater than
Human made logics....
Fly with me, my love, as we astral plane and
Connect to each others spirits in dreams..
More greater and truer than Einstein's theory
Of relatively....
We are free roaming spirits defying gravity.

I remain without rest.
Not only the pain from my back and shooting nerves is
The way of me that you got the best.
Assumptions of insanity
Pointed out by a shaky and hypocritical fingers
I remained stronger
The super hero in my still lingers.
I fought your labels
I shook off the weight
For this pure and true spirit
He knows that you are also spoken
Silent blessings to you and your hate
Caused by this hectic world
That conditions one to fall
Without reason or providing a way out
If we were to bond together in true care
This Superman will fly with you, my Louis Lane
Busting out of the walls
That contains the insane.
Those who love to be sick remained lost.
I was glad to fly away.
Until one day you shall reach for the one
Who never wished to see you be losing your self.
Such is worth fighting a heavy and emotional cost.

What is Valintine's day when one has not on equal response?
Family had gone.
Friends are busy with their lovers.
I feel like I'm in a war movie with Danny Glover.
The lone hours eat my sanity away like acid.
Bubbling and smoking.
Hurting and scaring.
Then here comes the antidote.
I strong will instead of ever wearing an insanity straight jacket coat.
Complaining?
Nope.
Strength is worth sharing.
With those out there, whom I've never met
Who are reading this and start caring.
This day is what you make it.
This day is an anniversary of my survival.
Thinking back
Circumstance took them away
Now comes another sunny day.
The anniversary of my heart's revival.
Our survival

Staying up late
Surviving the flashing memories of you in my head
I bust from sleep in a cold sweat
"I betcha she'd love to see this agony" I've heard myself say
A cold bet
To wage on a jackpot I'm unsure of what it should be
Love?
Passion?
Payback for heartbreak?
"No! For heaven's sake!"
I want to just hold her and cry in her arms.

"I miss you!"
To have her see me weak is part of the disease of "manly pride"
In this case, the emotions I hide.

Shivering back to sleep.
I act "bullet proof"
I'm sure she knows the truth.

"Inside, he's a scared and broken youth."

Morning breaks
As well as leaving the world of "wonderland "
A sunlight peering through a winter window pane.
A new set of hours in which one can stake
Odds on a win
Chill with friends
Or daydream and portray a favorite movie character
In the mirror.
Then off to earn the wages
In a week that seemingly never ends.

Life is a tapestry
All white and empty when you start out in life.
What you fill such with
They are experiences  
That shall cut the patterns down
Paint dripping red from a painting knife
Like Harry Potter's wand
Magic pools out of your soul
In those colorful moments
Deemed "awkward " or "strange"
Such moves that are moments to be cherished
Can be re titled "gens"
In the title in life's roster pole.

Along the rocky roads of a life
That has intertwined into you.....
Your hearts beat as one.
An ocean of feelings..Like the tides..
Rush to and from you and the one.
Blue, red,orange,black, and a capped on white..
These colors of the oceans...
They appear whenever this one is drawn to you..
Nearest....
These colors spark in your soul and the beat starts to gain hold of two hearts..
Skipping along the shorelines of Love's Ocean..
Destined to meet...
As you awake from the dream of this....
On the deck...On a sun chair..
Awakening to see
The mystic way of fate....
As you  open your tired eyes
You see him there.
The one from this dream.
Words cannot explain how the carbon of him within your dreams..
In dreams of ice cream and ocean traveling dreams..
That one appears to  you..
As if by magic...
There he grabs your hand and draws you to stand...
Both hearts now walk out from Wonderland into your days
Love's magnet draws the one to this "two..."
True Love knows many things..
And drawing you to the true spirit is just one of the tricks
of Love's trade
In deep devotions and true hearts which have found crossed ways.

The race was long and the two candidates, they worked quite hard.
To earn a spot on the presidential ticket..
From on the Television to a podium with their vision.
Of how to make "America The Great" even greater.
Now I see those protesters squirming over how they were cheated and how they earned the truthful name as "Haters"
as they failed to listen as true debaters.
One way messages..One sided understandings..
A chance must be given and a mistake, in office made, to truer shout the word "Forgiven."
Now comes the disruption and not one ear turned to the one who must carry a heavy loud and burden
To repair this government machine that is broken
Which takes more than huge words and glossy speeches with shining words well spoken
To aid in the healing of Liberty's broken arm and by holding the weight of her book
As they nurse her back to shape as nurses often do..
Our new president must be more than a "pretty face" and a mouth "worth listening too.."
for in this gig that is never an "act"
they are the one who must learn with us and heal what was broken from pride, neglect, and hold to the oath of "the Office Pact."
As Liberty becomes healthier from true healing energies and not a "Clever gimmick."
A chance must be given, along with time, to heal Livrty's true given gift
holding the proof in the book of our "freedom" and "Invitation" to this promise land...
The world is no television show or game show "well Played."
for if it were, "Jeanie would smoke out of her bottle" and heal this broken nation within a "blink of an eye."
instead of true hard work, true notions, labor, and a warm slice of humble pie.
To play "a game" takes up something more valuable than money or fame or a game show..
It takes time
and the hearts of us beautiful Americans...
Who in the distance...trust the stranger...Who raised a hand
Who promised to defend, heal, and piece back together a "Broken Promise Land."

Another winter and it is as cold as Jack frost ever did Bring
With an icy Bling
Jack laughed and he sang
A winter cold with signature ice-cycles as his calling card...
After the Joy of Christmas had come and it had gone..
The aftermath of such lie in the trash waiting to be hauled from your frosty back yard.
Three to four grooling months his vengeance is well played.
Until you plan and prepare through the warmer seasons
Until you can hit him in the cold spot
In warmth as you are the one who can now shout and to him, taunt.
Jack,frost, Jack Frost, He is our cold dead hand.
If he cannot get me I've broken his seasonal song and broke up his band.
Good ole' yoko uno was not a factor, here, to break up your band.
Jack, my friend, here's to my warmed environment
To you with the eager eyes sitting out in your cold
I hope your icy fingers break off on the **** you once chilled
as I broke your game and watched as IT WAS YOU who STILL LOSE and Grow COLDER!

Torn between two lands
Rich then over seas to become less.
He had more power than before
Over those who believed in him.
His oppressors tried to take him down
Now they have lost him without a trace
In a different land and with a different name.
Not one knows of his secret.
He misses a loyal island soils
However, being far less , "normal"
In another land makes this Latin man
Happier than ever in his life.

Silence always comes before the storm
One silently builds with steam
Until out explodes a storm.
Eyes glare as the emotions settle like rubble
From the "norm"
Inspiration fades while he sits in silence
Waiting for the hardship of long hours
And limited means...
Until their problems are mended
No one wins.
We are connected by life's energy chain.
One falls
One by one
So does the masses in equal blending.
Defusing a storm before it hits
Is a hurricane prevented from happening.
Stand together with the one
See past the rough exterior to see crying eyes
We can all use a hand to keep the flames from hitting anger's TNT's wick where it lies.

Two friends
Who lived two very different lives
Bonded together
As one gave a gift to the other
They helped him thrive.
Disagreements became brilliant debates
Conversations of selfless advice
Helped home to become better equipped to greet motivation
Not devistation.
What gift it is to have the other
Invited into my family
As my brothers.

Chernobyl
In this name what do I hear?
Inventive minds damaged in haste
Rushing to win points from a dying political
Party
One which nearly ended a strong nation of citizens who learned true survival
Selfless sacrifice  in the heart of the monster of nuclear devastation.
A great machine was never the proven
Problem of the crisis.
Stubborn pride cut the ribbons to the start of a race to ensure the world's survival.
Such devotion and true golden hearts
Died before their reach to the finish
A lawn drawn by the stubborn elite
Elders
Pushing fate to the alternate story ending of extinction
Never giving up
The majority fought this unneeded war
Now survival and reclaim of lost lands
Becomes the true and defining line.

Waking into reality
Flashing back to sunlight from a dream.
Some scenes from a disaster.  
Playing on my minds video screeen.
Feelings of anger form from senseless neglect
Self preservation turns the feeling into understanding
The sunlight
Even through the cold winter air
Warms my senses
Ohh so warm and true meditation
For a broken soul now band aided back together
Faced with obstacles of another day
Ready for the games to play to earn needed success points
Confidence , inside, is here to stay.

Ye winter air is so cold and crisp.
Such invites shivers upon my lips.
Wearing the suit of armor to wage battle against Jack Frost
A melodic song "One Moment In Time"
Is Ushered into the moment by Miss Whitney
As we walk in memories
Proud that the loss of sun tans and the Summer Sun
was the only cost
To the change of scenes
In this Play of Life
Shivers up and down my cold spine.
My limbs involuntarily shiver the movement to Winter's act
Like such of a French Mime.
To narrate the Mid-Western Atmosphere
that works in the spirit of the Holidays
Such temporary cheer and jolly
are never here to stay.
One might only count the dollars and cents until the Christmas Lights
or The Monera Flames.
In my spiritual Nurturing
That this season of Jack Frost and The Legends of Santa Bring to me
Last all year long...For others to see.
Now , as this poem comes to a closure.
A wink and a smile to you
As excitement for the holidays is contained
while I keep my composure.
A picture in your head of great blessings and cheer
is what I long for in a world troubled and living in fear.
Be kind for this short time span. What does it hurt?
To greet Lady Luck and Liberty's Kindness with a flirt?

The hours of silence **** me like cancer.
In this day and age
No one knocks on your door to see how you are doing
Or to make a new neighborhood friend.
The way you look and if a silly mistake was made
It defines if you shoul remain alone in the end.
Even during the Cold War the good hearted Russians went past a paranoid government
Past our blind government
They held out a hand
Which is worth more than any political profoundness
Between two lands
Now it is forth years. Past
I guess good habits die with vanity, stereotypes, and greed.
Nothing is lost if you greet a newcomer that you have seen
In action bear no hate.
Now what is the cost of another Allie
If the world is already sick?
Nothing! Unless your eyes are blind and cannot see.
The real truth without a single self defined lie.

I am all alone with a disease that slowly eats the nerves right out of me.
Not one close friend truly treats this as "serious"
As actions speak louder if used for the good of me.
Warnings were given.
These people claimed to care.
If a dollar is needed they fail to show.
I suffer, in silence.
Now I'm the financial for unforegiven.
I'm a Human life.
Something has got to give
Outside of dollars, what part of me are you seeing?
Some claim I'm too nice.
That's not it at all.
When the extra help you give
Between us
Has built a wall

In the rebirth of my true self
Tragedies were in action
I heard the laughter of the reaper "death."
I denied his satisfaction to fight for my sol in pointless game.
I walked away
The sun shined.

My rebirth laid to rest the worst and most darkest part of me.
The day became my true and souls earned holiday.

Patience is tough when I still see the light at the end of this "struggle" as I cross it's bridge to victory.

Each time o stop , relax, and enjoy the company and scenery.
"Heaven can wait" are our thoughts
Sweetly enjoying my "soul holiday."

As I lay here and gaze out at the moon light
Imagery of day dreams and flashing stories **** the ticking of time and useless frights.
In my dreams I am the warrior with his magical sword.
I'm the captain of the "enterprise" or the traveler to distant worlds.
I sense the other creative hearts as I start to drift to sleep.

Floating from my body
My soul takes flight.
I am only bond by limitations, upon myself, in which I set.
Flying with the other "astral travers" in "projection" I feel less and less bound...

To hopelessness and worries.
I left that behind at the start of my journey.
In dream and soul travels I am profound..

An energy tripled as I catch up with other astral travelers
Who are not afraid to let their souls lose to travel.

New lands to explore. To see, feel, and experience.
Even without a seat on a jet, a green card, or what we bond ourselves down with what "reality" is never true logic.....
But an old and useless line drawn by a picked fence.

Until my soul returns in morning
To my body when it awakens.....

The spirit and dreams are sometimes more than what we can explain.....

For newest of inventions are descoverrd and written in history's books....
Due to daring souls who allowed themselves freedom in astral plains....

Never needing to grab their coats from a hook...
Edison, Socrates, devinvci, and the like....

Are still living spirits to open eyes that look past what is and is not supposed to be.....

For like me, we live forever....
Free spirits.....
Not just in our dreams.....
But, as we build or write to life our inventions...
Because reality was a closed eye....
The free spirits of the astral traveler and creative inventor
Could do such bright miracles....
As they left an open eye in which, for all this wonder, it sees.

Strength is taking in another breath.
Enduring countless tears.
Through the worst of it all and never playing dice with the reeper and losing to death.
It's cheering on your opponent when you lose a game to them.
Shaking hands and never submitting to revenge.
It is giving back to the community
Even when it is not money.
The talent I give to shine light on a failing world
To let them taste another's kindness like spoons of sweet honey.
It's having the patience to wait for better things to happen
Rather than jumping at the less of the light
Which shined for the wrong reasons.
Ending up turning your back on the truer tomorrows
And to your comrades, excepting to commit treason?
We all have hearts that beat...we are never alone.
Just a hello to a stranger and acceptance of the action that betters two instead of the one...
Well that makes a treat split for two dogs to enjoy a bone.

Another year
Successfully Lived Through.
A lifting of a glass, to toast all of those friends ,who traveled the road of the fair and the rough times, with you.
Strength earned.
Lessons learned.
New stories to be boldly shared
To the family and friends who you care to have  heard.......as we start the cutting of the bird.
Thanks are given in respect to those and to what strengths helped get you through.
Another year...To yet another "Thanksgiving Feast..."
That I gladly share and offer this rightful toast to.

What is a friend? Why do they leave you?
What is Love? Is it defined on what one can provide?
I've been on this Earth for quite some time.
People dance their dance and then they hide.
What is family? Why do they define you?
What is government? Why do they seem to abuse you?
I've seen wars raged just because of a disagreement.
I've seen people jailed just for being in a hard place at the wrong time.
What is it like to be Human? Why is it hard for us just to be one?
Well, I've asked all these questions, now it is up to you.
To stand up straight, don't be an ape.
Be true and sweet like wine. Which was only   fermented and crushed grapes.

successful in score
Life throws one a curve ball
How you catch it
Determines the score of your life on the wall
Lit up in cheers
Sometimes you are the losing team
Don’t sulk
For success comes in many forms
Other than in fancy suits tailored at their seams.

My mind was cloudy
It was filled with the smoke of the illogic
Snapping out of this fog
I awakened
Clearing up the disease of confliction that had made me quite sick.
Dark, cold, and twisted up in knots
My feelings were bleeding out
Crying for help
I felt as if I were not human
I was a living robot.
Slapped back to reality by a tragic event
I began to see things clearer and started to return to a clearer state.
Now, starting a fresh and new life from today..
I walk these days with a pure and clear slate.

He was a man of many ideas
He brightened up even those in their darkest of times
By shining his whimsical offtimes and sometimes "outrageous ideas"
Now that he is gone, the "out" in the word describing his ideas
Now seem "in" and "new seas"
To try and sail partial paths of some of his intellectual "ideas"
To honor a "never ending" flame
By not allowing society's air blowing
To put my life's flame out.
In utter disbelief that he is now gone.
I know he is up above me and watching me.
"To see if I can make it?!" I shout
"That I can. For your honor, even more!"
I'll achieve my successes and let go of my crazy doubts.
"If you can make it this far, I shall go even further."
In your honor, my friend and spiritual brother, "to  victory and to the beyond"
"Thank you for entering my world...."
For one never sees another's true beauty until they pass.
Not this student.
All along, I have been the one who listened in class.

Shot out like a bullet...
Faster and Faster You go....
The Millennium Force Bleeds you through it's rails
Leaving your brain behind as your body does go....
A mean coaster with a fast temper...
It changes time like a time machine.....
As your mind returns as your body feels like it was shot full of nails.
Seated on an island.....
So Beautiful and Blue...Lakes surround it's Island.
Take a ride if you dare....
Since your the kind who doesn't mind to be shot far off the land....
A Hundred Miles up and then straight down...
As your body pukes out the fright...
Your brain kisses the ending....
Kissing the land
When your Vertigo leaves and finally allows you to stand.
Cedar Point is the place for rest and thrills.
You sleep like a rock.....
As your dreams shine and your body rests from fear's chills.