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..

I’ve been here all  the while.

Like an old truck stop…

A dwelling full of life..hardly noticed.

One day your spirit tank runs dry

and you must stop and stay for a while.

The once overlooked dwelling helps through filling

the tanks of those left empty handed

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

to die stranded.

The exchange is of care with no need of personal gain

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

To the stop that helped a stranded visitor

Return on their way

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

to another well traveled day.

The weather is sunny
The sun blazes the call of Spring.
Awakening out of my Winter frame of mind
I gain more youthful Energies and Glow Like
a Ring Made of Gold.
I feel renewed
A newer version of myself,reborn.
For that's what Spring is all about.
Renewing one's self and feeling free to tell all
From even the tallest mountain top with a glorious shout.
Fresh ideas, conversations with friends and loved ones, and the start of even new true love.
Spring brings me a heart that beats knowing that I am fresher, newer,
and somewhat "Reborn."
To rewind our clocks and forget the past. It's time.
To enjoy not just a new and fresher season of sun and warmth..
We should understad that a new foundation for our futures is being laid...
Right under our footsteps.
For such is Spring and the rest will all come to reward us in just time.

I opened an email today. I was told of how I must look "Good" in order to be "Taken Seriously" or "If People wish to Even Take You At All."
Like David Copperfield, The Caged Tiger,  and The Joker.
Placed in "One Big Finale."  The "Entertainment" of this "Show" had started.
The Joker was not like all the rest. He became evil by being outcast,since youth, into adulthood; for scars that were not of his own  doing.
He decided to "Pay Back" The "Normals" in one big "Contest to Win The right To Live and Not for the Tiger to have your "Pretty Little Faces to Maw."
David Copperfield thought he could Escape and to "Save everyone's day" "From the scared up ugly which had made "His own choice to become Evil."
As the judges took their seats, the contest was about to begin.
A puff of smoke, some mirrored tricks, and a flashed destraction and David thought he was "Home Free."
Grabbing for the form in the clouds he thought was the "Joker," he grasped for the capture.
"Poor Magic Boy!" - The Joker sneered as he took his place at the start. To grab some finally deserved spot light and a chance to **** an "Animal with Color that isn't Very Hard to Use for David's Adventures."
Whipping at the beast and working in a wooden chair, finally the Tiger Spoke Out.
"Why must you Human's Use me as a prop? A
Defined Addition as People's Property?"
"Why So Serious? You've got your fame, as Magic Boy's Lackey!"
Swiping the Joker to the ground with one strong whip of his front left paw, he knocked out the Joker, but, he never killed him.
Busting out the door, running for the Jungle.
Words were understood as the "Prop Animal" ran for his freedom.
"What makes me different, Makes Me Strong. I survive not only because of my 'Animal Survival Instincts,' however, the faith and determination to fight for my rights  to be true to who and what I am and to be free."
"Free to  rule My Own Earned thrown in my Rule in my very own  Kingdom."

The quiet hours stack like parts of blocks in "Tetris."
The one they took less "seriously" as the "dying Joker"
Has a powerful and energetic heart
What it has shared was out of beauty and loving creation...
Every time he stood back up to start creating "Interruption"
His fists are clenched with rage and anger
The "Chernobyl" ready for it's "Fatal Nuclear Eruption."
Right at the most inconvenient of moments..
"I want this and you are not getting that"
"You are spoiled and without a conscious"
That's not it..
"Where are you at?"
If a question is asked to the days interrupted
You get the punishment and are forced to fore fill to their "fall"
as they wish for their "rules to be iron clad"
Not based upon Rational "Movement"
Universal "treatment" scars rather than heals..
and you are the Joker "rising" who they refuse to listen to or fail to see that he does "Feel"
Trying to be "real"
He returns to this moment of thought and quiet
where he yet "fights onward" for what he knows is truly what he needs
"can these people meet you half way"
before forcing you into their music
like a broken reed
on a wind piper
can't this world see that this is far from what is right..
it's too far down "wrong"
I cannot say
For I've been silenced
I laugh to myself in my silence
waiting for their next movement to force...me to have to become more insane and fight
all due to to their "beliefs" and "works" in which they force in "vain?"
I know..it's insane.
As I put this pen down.."At least my voice is the stain..."
Maybe another face will come along
that will walk with me instead of in front
and we both can live with each other
"in equal confidence?"

I shall fight to succeed...
A warming to those who seem to hold me back....
The is the promise... I shall proceed.
I have "done things your way"
For to long...
In the shadows... I have an iron will...
I have been studying you... to find this way...
To press onward......still..
Through your "smoke and mirrors.."
You thought you had me trapped in fear....
The "war inside of me..."
That such caused?
Why take such credit?
It shall be you that will see
see me clear
That I shall keep my passions.....
A better life "dream?"
Such will never die.....
"Keep this fashion"
Not in clothing....  such in soul...
After keeping me "under your control"
I shall rise up... at the last moment...
Take down your "magic show.."
and take self control
Of my life...
which shall soon be worth a fortune..
Stay with me? By My side?"
Or stay behind me,now, through your overwhelming blind pride.

Free Flying above
the clouds
Soaring above the Earth and through the stars.
Past all of the known planets
Those  out of our galaxy
The new planets I view
The new and hotter suns I see
Blaze more energies to fill the empty regions
of my mind
called "mystery."
Fuel my spirit and make it run harder
To new found inhabitants and their newer worlds.
Astral planes of spirit that don't require a vessel
or star ship to hold in or hold back
the soul that travels as it's own transport
Faster than any "law of physics"
Realer than the factual brought in by third party satellites.
I gather more and more brighter and true information
Later to bring such forth in my grounded and non-traveling form
Waiting to share my results to those who don't limit their beliefs
to any said "rule" or "fenced in logic formula"
I ride the waves to the calling gates of astral transport
As my soul escapes my heavy and limited physical self
Late in the night
The recordings of fact stored in the logics of my soul
Are vivid and ready to be replayed
to share such gifts of learning to those eager to believe in it's payload
and form.

I was captured by her grasp.
A cruel disease
As my stomach howled and shrunk to the emptiness
She laughed as my body got sick and less strong.
I tried to force her away.
The "disease of the mirror"
This goddess was too evil to be drawn out.
As I shrunk in size and grew weak to her calling.....
I screamed in pain, silently.
As I never thought people would understand why I was falling.
I was caught as I dropped to the floor...A broken male ragdoll.
As skinny as a puppet and unable to admit his defeat....
Those who cared for me most had picked up my remains..
Brought them in for repair.
Now this "evil temptress tries and tries" to "Over take the new me."
As I still must remain in the supportive eye of those who know how to tame her....
They make sure I never disappear into "thin" air.
As this broken Male still looks onward for a more permanent solution to his "Mealtime" dilemma....
He thanks those who cared for him, came forward, and pushed him into "Class."
Now, to honor all for their belief in me, I press onward to find the right school to add to their" class alumni...."
I thank those friends well known and strangers to "society."
As I shall stay strong with hope. As "Mrs. Anorexia" shall never get the best of this supported and stronger soul...
I shall never fall back into her grasp and shall never give in..
To be her victory as she watches me slowly die.

Blink Blink...Where did it go?
The Time?
The Moment flies when we lack the material in which to fill it.
Empty spaces...A Lack of Bravery? To come forth with some creative
Self Fulfillment?
The wic must be lit in order to speed the rocket to blast...
The Rocket shoots the message, in our works, if we fill the right
Creative Powders to Blast from within it.
Can you blame another soul?
If you fail when you never stepped a foot forward and tried?
Through fear you sat in front of the TV with some "Kentucky Fried."
As your friends shake their heads and watched as you sat there and died.
Moments shall take from us just as they can add...
Parts to us if we never add them...The pieces to the puzzle...
That are lost are never placed in
The picture that was our life.
As we allowed ourselves to fade to sin.
The choices were clear as we made them.
Even with a huge sign to point the way, we ignored that still.
So, who's was that weak will?
Fear can never conquer or control us unless we give into it.
So jump up and rejoice as you regain bravery
and "get with it!"
A mind sparks to flame...Lights the powder of the rocket from where the true creativity came.
Not copies of a copy of an already thought up creation. No.
It was the fresh slice of the pie that earned us another penny.
Placed in the jar that is our thirst for "winning."
One,two,until it adds to A Million or more.
Due to our bravery....Our wills are free to score.
Now the moment arrives again. Where doubt weighs you down.
In front of the TV is where you are now seated
with that Bucket of "Kentucky Fried."
What is the path you seek to take?
That's it!
Off the couch, you turned off the Television.
Plopped down the delicious fatty, and  dream-killing snacks..
to the void...you are not headed.
You are now,braver. You put one foot in front of the other.
Now you are still winning my "Creative Brother."
Now you have the life, the change, and the jar from which it came.
For each of the moments that you carefully used up in your life...
A penny was earned...
The celebration cake shall now  be cut....
through the sharp blade..
of Success' Knife.


Where fear shall never,Freely
Roam Amuck.

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

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

Daily Intense Workouts Shall Strengthen this muscle.

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

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

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

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

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

My mind becomes cluttered.
Since I was a kid.. the simplest of thoughts add on  top of one another.

even though there is a big lack of stimulus
Like a television with one hundred channels demanding "A  view"
the "medical clicker" is lost and your brain seem's "too full to align with clearing itself back to  complicity..".
You are full in the head..newer ideas are next to impossible
temperament becomes askew
The "treatment" is "stimulus"
the doctors mistake such as "mania"
Since a hyperactive child never grows..the energies never cease, as well.
Blind eyes, who fail to "look outside an unorganized box of practioner's recycled thoughts,"
could ever help (neither the victim nor the prescribe)
to place on the right pair of glasses
Such failed views .. clarity.. shall never be  something that  they "see" in order "to grow" or are willing to "grow with" refusing newer education and treatment grounds  
An open page of a "still unfinished book"
Such meanings
which all who need to be "open eyed" enough to be able to show them in order "for  them to ever  know"
To teach the afflicted
"How to channel the energies and the focus"
as you mind's eyes are "in need of glasses"
Give the wrong treatment
and the medicine can burn out clearer views
than the regimens he's tried and deemed "the only one"
Not one size fits all
Look to the old, however, might be a mix with the new?
"Not every remedy is addictive or harmful"
"nor does one pair of glasses clear the visions of all.."

just as these so called "experts say"
to " save your life is the quota"
not "how many cases in which the practitioners have half-way  saved.. walking on egg-shells..to save  their own careers"
(Shells)


It makes another successful life
from a once cluttered mind
to loyalty and honor of the one who had helped him
Such a a once lost patient does keep in his now "clearer mind."
Who cared more for the advancement and quality of life of the one who asked for his "helpful hands"
Not "Magic hands"
"openness" is always the "better mixture" of "pills and therapy"
The vision cure that always seems to be the math equation that leads to successful medical group and their great sounding cliche and "medical change and reprimands."
Not afraid in sticking up for the betterment of their one client
then such additions of success become an army
of the "grown children"
with the right "pair of glasses"
that see more than just a "glass" half full, however, "the world."

Now, this bright and more colorfully lit world will shed light to those left "in the blurred dark"
as the once lost were found and the found shall become part in healing
those professionals who chase "selective cases" like "hungry sharks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another world

Inside of my head

I roam freely here.

Alice In Wonderland.

I ate the cakes.. I got bigger

I stomped the queen

I pulled The trigger

A mad hatter

To watch the Flower’s tears

splatter.

With a smile and a “Howdy Do”

I looked back to the thrill

In wonderland

World War three

I enjoyed each ****.

My true spirit smacked my face

to put this demon in it’s place

I cleaned up the ****** shower

Handed each thought’s grave

a flower

I ran to the white queen

She was glad

This Alice had decided to leave

Her twisted and lost wonderland.

One Reaps what he sews
Working hard to be granted the brighter way.
Such ingredients add up
To a better product.
Something created on a brighter  day...
.Threads are made of strands
of despair's  tears or strands of true love's strands
Sew with the lesser of these two strengths
Your life's fabric rips apart
One must resew the parts
of life's broken cloth
Once sewed with the wrong thread
One must refinish the quilt of life
to mend together one's self
If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend
such actions will lead him to a colder day.
Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands
The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool
Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making
a true hearten stand.
Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down.
You earned his golden threads of truth and love.
You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces
Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made
Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to
Cover your weakness under and down.

I once was lost

Through superman’s cape….I flew

Crashed Down….Overwhelming weight
A heavy Cost…Placing too much
on emotion’s plate.

Saving The world….Never Myself.
Guilt then flooded  my once clear mind…

I left my once colorful heart
Upon a dusty and barren shelf.

The views in the mirror was opposites of myself.

I threw down the cape..I am human once again.
Wanting release from this jail

lost and locked away …

This place was where the real me had been.


Peace in my mind…A real me emerged.

Flying to meet the fate…hope’s light.
Electric Lighted freedom….Strong Wisdom

My true destiny ..I’m flying to

A future in the world…it is now bright.

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

Waters of Visualizations flow through my soul
Slumbering, peacefully, winds of energies from afar
The call and whisk me away
To those astral planes allowing us to walk
and travel without tolls. without limitations.
As I touched your hands and I looked into your eyes
Your face appeared that it was not of this Earth
It was Human in looks and her beauty was quite breathtaking
She spoke in a language which seemed as if it were from ancient times.
Beautiful sounding words.
At first, my brain could not comprehend the messages that she was trying to convey to me
After holding her right hand, a glow, to my temple
A short while later...in talk and in understandings of each other
We had no limitations and were free.
She spoke of the lack of appreciation
For the gifts of being placed in a new and beautiful world
Underappreciating the intelligence that "our family" was given
However, it had not dared to even tap within the childlike entry into such logic and learning.
How she reached out to me as I had been one of the few who tried to reach above this limits in which our family had been proud to watch me frow and overstep
I realized then.. we were not of this Earth.
We were a race from beyond the stars and were, to the openness to see such, were unwilling.
After strolling for what appeared to be many hours
It, was indeed many years on our real planet, which she spoke the name of "Xinix"
"Remain off course and watch the downfall of your world and extended family through useless wars and power greed. Refuse to see our true native tongue..not in words..but in telekinetic Communual Speech of Connected Minds."
"Spread the word. You have the brain knowledge I shared and the willingness to see our second planet grow. We shall always be in touch. Even past the measurement of stars...Through our Living Souls...
I know, Xenopus (your Xinic Race Name. To slow down or stop this infinite, childlike  insanity...or be the rescued while those about you destroy their own existence."
"I'll be looking after you."
The winds threw me back into my "ordinary and Logical World.."
This time, I "knew such travels were not of a dream"
As looking at my chest in the mirror - I saw the glowing blue heart beating from inside of me...
My true Family crest of one who Shall Help Teach the world. To those who would be able to understand and listen.
So I might be able to save, much more of our family, to reach the joining of a peaceful and loving race, true blue.

I have changed.
Newer colors from my inner light.
Count these colors…at the end of
My rainbow… A heart of gold is in sight.
I may not be accepted into many lanes of social traffic.
So, I continue an enjoyable ride to
Where I shall be clearly seen and finally have a pit stop and enjoy some limited moments of social interactions.
Then I’m off and going with the other faceless drivers trucking their goods to those who understand the boxed tricks.
To a waved message along my way down life’s sometimes lonely highway.
I enjoy the sights along my way.
Fake historic landmarks might be shortly breath taking..
However, my truer trip takes to the better city attractions…..
The true structures in life’s light in the road that ends from some faceless traffic.
I see your meaning and learned from the lessons taught well.
Later on, I shall be the teacher and the newest of brighter attractions… Pennies for my thoughts?
After the millions of writings are bought.
A millionaire shall I be in my well earned heaven.
Never,hastily, choosing the quick and easy fix and route to hell.

I looked into the mirror
I saw my true face for the first time.
For the distortion of "should be's" definitions...
"What I need to be's" definitions...
They were erased from my planning board.
Of my reinvention...
Television stars are "everybody's fools.."
As I listen to Amy Lee sing..
"People's entertainment" that my mind tricked me into having to imitate. Inadequate tools.
In my "wrecked toolbox" that I thought that I need to bring.
As I started to look at those "real" stars around me... Ones who selfeshly started to reeducate..
My mind to restock the tools in my once "wrecked" toolbox...
I saw what my face truly reflected..
A beautiful man mislead by needing to be "seen" as someone... A shining "star.'
I once shined just as bright until my insanity wrecked it.
Now that I've rebuild what I have destroyed...
I'm the new "man In the mirror.."
As I hear Michael Jackson sing "making the world very clearer."
Looking back at what things that I truly have achieved... I see a clearer image of my reflection in the mirror...
Images that are the "truer Me" and such are much more clearer.

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.

He rose out of the ashes of corruption
He pledged to protect our beautiful nation
Befriend by many leaders
Trump proved himself as those around him backstabbed
a bright person to bring light
upon a clash of crocked ideals
Never selecting a "paid" vocation.
He uses his heart and pride of country as payment
as he smiles as those who fear and run from the truth
their feet run on the pavement
As they try to save what little they have left
in a dark legacy
Say what you want
they can never replace a true and noble warrior
Who took the oath of leadership
Over the strongest Nation in the world
The flag waves high in pride
as he steps on the White House Lawn
In earned light and proud stride.
I support him.
Trump.
Our "Cheif of Nations In Command"
of honest power and dignity
I shower him with respect and praise
as he earns a rose, the regal flower.
As he makes a path, for all, a brighter day.

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.

I feel the cold energies of doubting eyes upon me ,there.
A place where one conforms to be accepted and to be accepted means
constant actions of the "Norm."
Logic is that there is no "Normal."
We define such from how we experienced life and how our parents
taught us what was "Husband and Wife."
They lead to be examples. And a great job they did.
However, clever as they are, there are closets for which their
"Skeletons" must have been placed.
Silence ,  from them,  a "forgotten  act from the morbid....."
Ways to ward Off People's "Cold Eyes..."
Watching them after they broke. what was to be,forever,  the "norm."
Me, I'm open. "True to thy own self."  
My own definitions.
Respectful of others space in which they define "Prudent."
Definitions of what "slot" you fill; "Celebrity" or "fan?"
"Worth-While"  or "Unneeded"  
"Peer,"Stranger," or "President."
These are all labels to define our places. On Stages in the Play of life.
Do we act in this "scene?" or do we "Wait" until our "Proper Casting" to read a certain line and act out another "script?"
Since I haven't the time to weigh "positions"  on  "what"  I am as an "equal?"
Or, "Strange Peer....?"
My kind heart and supportive Notions- I love to "earn" all ears to "Hear."
My calling to the masses - "I've earned a place in this script to act upon and to be heard..."
As a proven equal in this "crowd..."
Even as I sneak in from being a person from an "audience...".
Now on stage with the "Proven People" to "act with"
And who "earned a position"
to be  "heard"  from, with a heart that's earned it's right to be proud,
hearing "cheers" from the right "Show..."
Did I hide my "Skeletons?"
Avoiding to hide in cast-off "Silence?"
Everyone does. To help maintain an "order" from the "chaos" in society.
So, I obey the way to my "Label" in my "Place" in this "Crowd.."
I walk to and join my rightful life's "College" and "Sorority."
Until next time, when the "cast" is "called" to read the right "script"
My "position," in life is made  "clear," and my "way" is still quite cheerful and lit.

A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.

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

The connections lost

I run from the dangers

Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.

Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..

A puzzle completed

as the insanity unraveled.

The kind souls whom I met along my way

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

Open to the world

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

The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.

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

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.

Angel Friend
He is an Angel Friend.
Old, Wise, and Designed to have a huge heart


A hard working soul that never quits or did such weaken to bend.
Upon his birth..
Designed for brilliance - the bigger, brighter, and more
significant  of life purposes..

A legacy forged
At his birth
An energy made itself A great and bright start
Elderly ages equals wisdom and a fatherly care
Energy in a heart forged from gold - such strength shared and Naturally    grown
Such vines to sprout and bond
Connections created and they never detach
Away from the one's who have shared such energies, in return.
A beautiful artistic creation
Created through heart's truer matches..
Selfless gifts
Formed from the kindred spirits - like the silk worm's
Carefully generated stitches of silk
From their gratefulness and directed sharing of portions of their life's force

These fibers are  woven into  unmeasurable
Dime Worthy estimated or appraised "trinkets"
of breathtaking Tapestry Blankets or  "clothe windows.."
Joined forever as one, from one starting love's warmth to another,
train on "crazy rails in need of redirection.."
Such souls see and hand over irreplaceable rider tickets

Clothe pieces of spirits joined as one - as  tapestries .
Quilted  generations bonded by their loving and sharing connections in Golden Spirited   worth .
Heirlooms handed down between life's generations
New births of fresh spirits
Climbing the ladders of time
as cherished timeless gifts
Given to those whom he cares for
Bonded to even those outside a "family" pool
until the very last breath.
Spending not a dime.
He shall toil until his spirit leaves the Earth
Then such energies stay with those whom he cared for
All timeless and unmeasurable ticks of the clock
or sands of the hourglass
Light shines upon the extension of the cared one's family births

Therefor , he has always been earning a defined role
"The eternal force of caring.."
"The warrior's toll."
In edition to the medals of honor
Golden Wearable awards, given unto him, by the Creator.
Titled  as the "Creator's Golden Heart" and "Love's earned Crown."

As written in the Latin Life's Wisdom Scrolls" as:

per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor

You are a piece of furniture
Those that are close to you
act like they own you.
You are their "Loyal Subject"
In their "Kingdom"
in which....
They rule you.
One dare to question or rebel to this
and it is you who are disrespectful
and have the face ,in which , on it, they ****.
What you own they have a right too.
What they gain is the object.
What you don't
Don't feel sad...
for in "their kingdom"
That's a breaking of a rule
and such...
would be  a "way"
"in which you have just  traveled"
Justly Right or unjustly wrong....

it is you who must leave them or endure such..
That is -  "you must be the one silent and remain much more strong."

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."

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!

Indestructible

The bills pour in.
I am sick from the pain.
Here it goes…
A hungry white boy grows ,slowly, insane.
Does he give up or give in?
He fights, harder,still.
When the world tries you, enough.
That’s when your endurance begins.
I’ve been in survival mode for so long.
It never let’s up.
So, this older redneck must stay strong.
Fighting for a better life..
To become a legend before I die.
Nights can bring me to my knees as I cry.
I am never beat. I edge,onward yet.
No one can **** the energy of this soul.
Not one thing can I have to drown with tears of regret.
I’ve suffered through physical pain and mental exhaustion
Stains left inside of my head.
However closely with the reaper I’ve danced
I never was the one he dragged out,dead,

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

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.

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

"evening" falls upon the land
Here she comes.. The shallow trickster with someone Else's Love Band.
She made you believe you were something.
You "were at least a chance.."
Nope.
It was  a fancy picture of her,despair's linger, and laugh's dance.
You would have given her the world. If she wasn't so blind to take it.
However, I don't have a fancy picture, well worded postings, false teachings,
or the will to laugh at some else's tears as I stare and sit.
I don't have the will to string someone along and then "pose for the camera, My ''crush."
My father fought in the war... When postcards were sent.
No Picture or jewelry. Just a sweet and truthful card.
How this person would run to them, after the war, and save this unseen beauty from another worldly yard.
Those times are gone with a selfie and a caption...
"I might like you...If you meet my requirements.. Now don't make me walk away due to the lack of action."

Waves of deep, blue, and soothing Ocean  Waters
Wash my body into a different plain.
Soothing and totally refreshed.....
The rhythmic way the tides washed my once chaotic soul.....
I awoke from insanity's Trance
A whole, peaceful, and less volatile personality...
My warmer energies are free to shine, on all, who pass my way.
What changes a once chaotic and jumpy sort like myself?
Choosing to deeply enter the realm of enlightenment and that secret place where only the elder's still true and living voices are able to speak to me...
Man to man....
The elder's spoke to me of a more successful and peaceful life...
Only after I turn down the fires of anger and jealousy...
The releasing of Venomous and Revengeful traits...
Now, I have awaken!
A more grounded, deeply feeling, and clearly travel destined soul..
Enjoying new friends he makes in his travels and letting go of those who, alike me are still worn and lost in an anger - filled and volatile soul.....
Bound to a world before I entered the "Realm of the Elders"
where my relaxed soul carried me in soothing and cleansing oceans...
Until after my untimely re return.....
After I became the listener and never a "Speaker..."
I returned a new man. Taught in the fine art of being "Human."
Losing materialistic,power hungry, and unneeded confusion ..
I then became a free flying creature.

The Political parties sing and dance for a lifetime winning.
A job to "run" a great country and do some "good."
Then the scandals set in... The race to office turns into a "Soap Opera"
The one who could do the best for us gets voted out due to
Words of the like seen in the tabloids in Hollywood.

The Political Candidates Put on a great "show" and "promise" a great way.
Stamping a ballet
For whom we considered the "right one.."
Here is another elected "misfit" that shall run us down
with 4 to 8 years of unfulfilled promises and their own
"agenda."
Hidden until we are not looking and our country starts to crumble, then fall, and these "wild plans" are killed as we veto it.

Instead of a "show" as our Future President runs for office...
Lets see more "How I am going to save our country and fix it."
Instead of "I've got a new service to push" Broken Spirits, Hopes Fallen, and a Country left to be the Sacrifice.

Let's see past the scandal and entertainment. Be bold and ask "How Are you Going To Fix the Great USA?" and another important question to ask them, "How do we pick up the pieces and pave our future to a brighter and better way?"

My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong


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


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


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


The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real


Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near


we fuse together.


Real love and the desire for one another satisfied


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


Forever.


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


we know the attraction is here…


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


as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love


between two people from two far away places


Sweat draws full and near…


Our hearts begin to swoon….


as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another


in pure exotic form..


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


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


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


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


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


lock


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

Warmth covers me
as summer progresses this night.
Relaxing my souls to dreamland
A new and refreshing dream-land
is now in my sights.
Crickets chirping
the blinking of bright stars above
Are beacons of security
I feel free as a Dove.

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?

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

I've been walking down a road of thumb tacks
Each fowl word and evil glance they give
Sticks into your Human flesh.
You try and lift up your head.
But, their judgment  crown of thorns cuts to streams of blood.
As my tourmented soul wishes for the relief of being dead.
Drying tears of emptiness of the lack of supporters by your side.
You scream, aloud, due to years of useless torment, yet not one ear ever hears.
You fear you'll be preyed upon by the packs of emotional wolves waiting for you to just make one simple mistake.
They attack you in numbers.
Tearing your soul's flesh to shreds
As you fear your life is a useless spot taken.
You feel like a joke.
The more the predators lurk like vultures in the desert....
Onward you walk in a barren land not fitting in for some odd defined reasoning.
You lose your strength to go on.
The bullies have battered your head in....
Like a boxer....you are too punch drunk to think.
As your sanity is tested by ice you walk upon that's mighty thin.
"Watch how you walk"
One false move.....you fall into frozen and cold waters.
You shall freeze to death from backs that turn away...
Turning once warm and sweet air to a dark and bitter air .
frozen to cold.
Dying,slowly, alone, would anyone care to rescue a battered and now shivering soul.....
After the bullies forced you to fit into "their version of Society's "
Mold.

My friends are my family.
The are honest to me when I need to hear words I feel I cannot bear to hear.
I am set strait and get back moving forward on my road..
Hearts feeling proud to see me succeed.
Always warning me of obstacles ahead which I sometimes fail to heed.
Telling me to stay out of self pity..!"
Pushing me further up the ladder when I obtain frozen heals.
Looking down the ladder, they are always there climbing ,with me close behind.
Spirits cheering me on when I am doing well.
Like Rocky's Coach after Rocky Became His Best Friend's lost soul's son's mentor.
They yell the words that I truly needed to hear, after a knock out jab, from a glove, to get "Back up!"
Always telling me "You are an attractive younger man" "Who needs to clear the mind that needs to stop thinking through ,'The Looking glass.."
This "Dorthy Gale" still cries for my "Aunt Emmye."
Because my friends love me for the person that I am.
I return their acts and kind deeds (as they need me in their "Corner of Life's Ring...")
I'm their "Rocky" Who cheers "Mohammad" to their victory in their corner of their ring.
Now, together, a song in each one of our connected  souls, our hearts do sing.
"Forever through war, hunger,pain, , and ill health"
"Through the easy times, wealthy moments, and easier moments, and blinding and shining victories  of such..."
"The need to exist
"to and for each other..."
"A well knit family of sisters and brothers."

The sun started to shine
When the rains ceased
The clouds had cleared
Inside of my head
Are dry and warm sunnier days.

A newer design
and a newer stride

Equaled more than wants or lustful pride.
I wave to those who once thought that they were above me...
Now, side by side
We now walk together.

The wall of doubt was then torn down.
I then climbed over the rubble
Now, such is a clear and smoother roadway.

This is my new travel and newer way
To a better destination.

Together we walk as part of a team
to a place called "The Brighter and More  Colorful  Town."

Remembrance and photo albums.
Such items open up portals, to other souls, through time and space.
The moment where you were left there in a photo frame...
Is the place, where your heart recalls, that warm feeling of that time and embrace.
Family.
Lovers.
Past friends and newer foes....
Only the experience through these ages can one define us from those average joeys.
In the fields of hard times and the blackouts due to the Hysteria of Joy to Successes..
Opening up to a photo in an album can be the only force to make the one opening such, to "Confess.."
To one soul wishing to relive
The event and time that only the gift that a photo can give....
Helps us embrace and honor those we lost.
Understand our part in situations...
To understand how to comfort and honor one's strength during a loss.
The Photo in that photo album closes the portal to memories and "Astral Planes" in which we relive.
Moments in time. The gift that only  a photo in the photo album, such miracle of gifts, that only such portals in one's history can "sketches in history" give.