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


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

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

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

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

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

I shed a tear

I held out my hand

After I  offered an apology.

I am a one man band

Who struggles

I wanted to explain my need for you to be in my life.

The loss of words cut into my soul like a knife.

Lack of communication cuts through my soul

Quiet hours create fear of never hearing your voice, once again.

Or the voices of others whom I miss.

Friends and others you truly started to deeply love.

I missed the right time and my right way to the chance.

I tripped over my two left feet as I tried to dance.

Days go dark
as the ones I need the most
Never have the time.
I decompose, inside, alone.
I am the "black sheep"
Grazing in the Park.
I never hear many "Hellos."
I feel coldness from those I look up too.
I am never allowed to feel Human Emotions...
As I am a dog to be commanded by
"The Lodge Fellows."

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

Out with the old and in with the new.
People are once fresh and exciting
Many are forgotten of
Legends are few
Before they age and become antiques
Groups remain  fresh while the newest of faces speak
Ideas are inspiring when fresh fires rage
Until their pages of their book
The story of their life
Written in worn pages
Are left unfinished
Readers browse and find another tail to start
However, the following of these stories are never continued
As the most amazing portions are left unknown
as the journey to this long "point" in their life's story
Become less amazing and start to devolve
Fresh excitement wears apart
Since most books are not read all the way through
People are never quite well known
As within their pathways to the written end of their lives
Fail to entertain the young and the restless
The story tellers are often replaced with those
Less than in experience
or patience
this tree of knowledge fails to become fully grown.

I have many travels tales to tell.
War and Funny Life Stories
That will make the heart laugh and learn , as well.
Strength breeds numbers.
Energies shine abroad.
Whether negative or positive
What energy you cling to is absorbed by those nearest to you.
Watch out of pity demons and negative spirits..
Instead of beautiful songs..uplifting and full of dance..
You shall be playing, all alone, to even smaller numbers..
While singing the blues.

Feeling waves of your soul across distant lands
Sending a "thoughtful" post card of blessings and light
Safe and warm wishes for others
I have nicknamed this world The Kindred Lands."
Tragedy may have brewed a longer-lasting storm
Together, in communication and in thought, we can last through
The brunt of the nasty winds that may come our way
Doesn't hold one another back from sending enlightened vibes
each other's way.

What a disease

This catch 22

Find what will help

At a price one can charge to you.

You silently sit and look for a vaccine

For this disease of ill drama and health.

The government doesn't want to help

Or get you on the healthy road to wealth.

The disease becomes a fester

After sitting with such

Dormant for so long.

If I wish to win and live

I have a soul that fights to remain strong.

Time Is Magic

Measure each moment

Weigh such carefully

Never trip over the speeds

at which these measurements and planned events

should occur.

Sprouts some seeds

That you have planted to feed your future

Moments filled with meaning and self joy

Are measurements of magic of light

Over-playing the dark forces of fear

and fulfillment of other’s  self seeking orders

to how you spend your moments

Emptiness and self destruction

dark forces in such Dark Forces Deploy.

Keep your eyes open wide to the light

Water the seeds

Through reinforcement of your beliefs and movements that are bright.

Join forces with others of light

that graze like cattle around you

Your heard follows a truer path to fight the dark forces

In Time’s Magic

The morning started
Dreams slowed to the waking visions
of the scenery around me.
Dreamland departed.
Taking in some fresh breaths
I prepare for the day
Enjoying the view from my window
A summer sun
and activities
A profound show
The artistic vibe comes
as does the summer feeling of thrill
the warm of the sun
the freshness of the summer winds that blow
my feet walking the grounds
Are fresh views and journey, to me, still.
The days last long to provide us with less sleep at night
it is worth the energies
as with this season of fun and family
A true and beautiful life story.
Chapters added with each moment
with each event we attend
with just simple and enjoyable hours of relaxation
True and wisely used vacations
From the cold and rigid
the shorter days in a rush
more hours to sleep
However, I long for the three months of each year...
For this season called "Summer"
I long for such within past and vivid
stories which I define as "Memories."

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

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.

Every day as I awaken

I think of the blessings of each breath…

As death has not yet taken

A brilliant and bright loving soul

Although troubled times have come my way

I look to the skies and count the beautiful items…

Counting all the details against misery’s toll…

I smile in delight

For all of my selfless and wholehearted plans

shall become successful

As I trust in the miracle of waking each and every day.

Acid Rain
Loneliness .. an acid that eats it’s way to the bone

Questions remain why silence must remain

in your boxing ring to remain strong and able to stay in safety’s zone.

Others question you on why you remain a solo act.

Some ask you if you even know what love is

or if you have a ***** motive….

Tears silently fall inside of you…drip…drip

No notices the pain…as you sit and admire those who already experience the miracle of such

Your beating heart remains weak and deeply sensitive..

The long hours that mark the time of another day

as your head and soul screams for release from this prison

Sunlight shines… maybe a miracle will find you and guide you on a bright and less hectic way.

You and never show your feelings

over freezing in this cold

storm of the “Heart’s winter..”

Blazing trails and fighting the war of those of doubt

Wood frames of shelter explode until the structure that protected you

falls into ashes and splinters.

Don’t show weakness

You must never accept your Human Nature drawing you into attraction

as misunderstandings and hurt come from problems miscalculated

Some follow and wait for you to trip, fall, and have a finger to define

what it is you truly want…..Not anything lustful, attraction at times, only Human…

Another subtraction

You feel like a failure as a true noble being that you've tried so hard to beam on those dark and judgmental about you….

another space vacant

where Human presence used to thrive

You have a golden and rare heart..if people would give you the same head start that other “worth whiles” seem to be given

As this Rat race to end the acid rains of a lone man

Beg for an end to the burdens of constant trial and questioning in Love’s court

You merely go on your weary way and you show yourself, through pain and pleasure, that you are doing the very  best that you can.

I walk through portions of my life’s memories

Like a curator in a Museum.

Dusting off those old memories that I once held fresh

Paintings and Sculptures defining my journey within life and its journeys.

Now they are old and less important exhibits

That I stumble upon

Doing clean up of my space - almost lost or forgotten

Sweet and Clear Flashes of Remembrance fill the moment

As I walk further down my mind’s museum halls

The empty spots

Along these spaces

Are the memories to be filled with your face and heart

A soul in which we shall share in the future…

Of friends and places I wish to visit…

As this late night watchman secures his stronghold of shows..

Emptiness fades with the visiting of such a place

holding the most important items

In his heart which is held in place by Love’s sutures.

Blood rains of tears
Pouring down from the clouds of pain.
Covering faces of fear with it's deadly fogs...
This lone soldier shall never go down from such in vane.
My bones might ache
My soul maybe in turmoil....
He shall never quit or hold back for anyone's sake.
He shall win and survive.
He is beating the odds.
As he thrives.
In this land where poverty weakens and it sometimes kills.
He voice for the lost is louder, still.
As his heart beats a rhythm for all strong human wills.

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

In my absence.
What do those "socially preferred"
Return to conversation
After silence tells you
That your presence wasn't wanted.
Detoured.
You write and you wait.
Letters written in the cold of nights
Reaching out to those in which you seek
Honest warmth and companionship from.
No answer. No return.
Frights.
Nightmares relived
As one fails to "not trip over himself"
as he examines his outer and inner layers
Like a doctor trying to cure a disease
He tries to determine the actions needed
To make himself wanted and himself wishing to please
Those effects of disease
That are your defects
That chase away those you try and share a life with
You need not be avoided like the "plague"
As hope's walk
Is trying to mend it's worn out legs.

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

I am Alive!
A being who is free!
Like the wind, he can flow quickly, or gently float among the clouds.
His spirit is full of energy.. A powerful force that is the brighter sort.
Never using itself for destructive motives or false importance..
He never hides behind a shroud.  He shines only in true beauty.
Beauty is not flawless skin.
Ugly is never a valid term for a beautiful being.
Art is never perfection.
The flaws,within it, are what make the creation worth while.
If all of us were alike, there would not be "beauty," only "Numb and Lifelessness Molds who were mass produced."
The oceans are full of many different visions of fishes.
A rainbow of art that has never,fully, been discovered and explored.
Just alike the fishes in the oceans, which are all different from another, you are that beautiful specimen...that one fish of millions that is ready to be discovered.

The nights are when I think of you
How to reach you.
Shine the light from me to you.
What do I wish? But to hold you in my arms.
Stroking, gently, my fingers through your golden hair.
You are safe in my arms.
I shall never let you go.
Just reach out and great one who admires you from afar
As distance can be traveled as love is worth the effort.
As you gaze into my crystal, blue eyes
See past my defects
For my magic shall warm you
As my soul yearns and bonds for yours.
As we meet and finally allow passion, care, and fear to melt away....
The worries of the world melt as do each other.
For with you, I can brace any storm.

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

I’m just a ghost. The cloud of displaced energy
A soul never allowed to be free.
A shadow of a man…It is seen only by those who need from it’s last remaining power.
I’m a drifter. Barely proving himself through the hard toils of creativity…. Caring for others.
Now this once real and youthful rose is but a pitiful and wilted flower.
They say ,“I’m too old to care for those I yearn for due to my aging..”
Does not wine get sweeter and more valuable if sat around long enough to break out it’s contents?
I fail to see how I have a reason not to float away.
To the areas where days are warmer and the lands are open.
For this unwanted spirit haunting those neglectful eyes
His presence is needed where he is beaneth more hospitable skies.
He has tried to show his strength and beauty in a world where his allies fail to team with him or be truly supportive and helpful to his talented cause.
Debt and medical burden weigh down his will. He fights through these nights of silence.
However, no matter how much he suffers, the ones who claim to be there seem to have better people and events to enjoy.
Than to stick with this lone one and invest in the arts and music that all can enjoy.
He has paid his dues and held back his words.
As he had been disciplined and pushed to be numb to wishing to be real or successful past what they feel is his true potential.
He falls , harder, as his soul Festers and chills.
So, to not be the outcast, placing all I need , asside , is the only true credential?
To being a true friend, to even deserve love?
To even deserve investment into the beautiful artistic functions that he does?
He is unable to sleep at night…Feeling his fate has been sealed.
Now, he needs to build up the courage and fly away.
To where the truer spirits in distant lands shall welcome him and help him, for true hearts nurture the dying souls.
Abandoned and directed by those who don’t appreciate
The beauty he could shine if they let his true nature’s of creation and light, become rightfully revealed.

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

Haunted Fame

I’m that ghost

The spirit that you hear howling in the hallways.

I’m the Invisible Man that you sense around you

Yet you fail to share a spare moment of your days.

A mirage of a man that gets lost in Life’s Traffic

Only recognized when your social club has emptied out

You stop for a while, feel the empty and cold air

Isn’t such tragic?

I’m the invention that the public doubts will take off

With purpose in society

Like an airplane

In my years of living

Failure to connect with new souls

Since the Cats in The Cradle

with Their Silver Spoons

and you are the slow moving one

Wishing to be more like that...

Wondering what recipe that success needs in its soup

To out perform the cooks who make such a reality

and scoop out bowls for fans with their

Awards and Name’s Ladle.

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

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

I am like "half and Half"
Dairy Creamer
Feminine and Masculine
Humorous and rough
And a tad bit dangerous.
Sometimes appearing like a "cut out" doll.
He is proud of his inner "lady"
He won't hide such
Will he have to define and refine to a label?
Never!
He creates and he sings.
Never the greatest or the worst.
That's the true and golden "bling."
He knows how to thrive
He knows when to go through the rough waters and "Dive! "
A great and inventive machine.
He is often nice.
However, cross him and he'll be quite mean.
Often swears and is often heard
speaking clean like "Mr. Clean."
Yes, that's me.
I'm half and Half.
Like coffee creamer.
Watch him now.
He'll always be..
The rough and Beautiful
Day Dream.

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

Climbing to Fall
You wish to fly.

But you have broken wings.

You must nurse yourself and mend the wings to fly.

A scavenger hunt for life’s tools.

Sure , you might own some tools.

Toolboxes to fix things hold many more tools than you can afford

During the days you are in a cage.

A doggy in their kennel to wag his tail and do their tricks.

They fail to see your true talent or value.

As their own needs come first and fights irrupt if they are questioned.

What you find hope and healing from and need anything to finish such tasks

are undermined by the needs of the other who demands and brings pity light to what his toolbox needs.

You remain without mending supplies to fly away

On broken wings

So many years have past

where communication to others are garbled

Selflessly you toil onward

up the mountains of challenge

without safety ropes or nets.

If you should fall

It appears if there is no one below the steep cliffs that you climb

to catch you.

You fight to climb to the top to the bright hope filled future

and your success for family, career, and self care.

Those who treat you like “batman’s sidekick”

Do everything to make sure that they are further ahead

As they look back and ask, “aren’t you coming?”

Dying inside, alone.
Unable to sleep.
As questions of "why?"
Eat my Soul's flesh to it's bones.
Older and more uglier.
Where have I gone?
In life?
Spinning my wheels, drowning.
In quicksands as I stare at the blade of a knife.
I fight my impulses to end the struggling of the soul's pain.
It seems as if I only get to talk at myself.
Nobody has stayed around me
Enough during these days
I have been fed up.
Enough to bleed.
My heart lies sick of being dusty on the shelf.
Always putting myself and my light on the "back burner"
in order to warm up some one else's left overs.
This ghost of the soul shall be all that will be left
After being this "invisible ghost"
Unsought after or summoned
I freeze to the cold of more time
In this "prison"
Locked up. Never to fore fill my potential.
Or to finish this "Bucket List."
The end of this misery needs to end
Before the end of my living visions.

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

I write these words
Hoping to draw a soul to share my quiet nights.
Where emptiness eats away at my soul like acid.
I'm a bright and loving man...yet not a word has yet to be spoken....frights
Fridged and empty hours fill my mind like the cutting of the ticking of the clock.
"Why can't women see the good in me? See my beauty? My worth of my pounding big heart that yearns for love and passion?"
"What creative beauty I bring as I ask for nothing? Is there not a way that I can earn another to mend my broken heart?"
"Why must I be the one who has to be alone and like it for people to see strength in me that has been built up, in me, since my life's start?"
Patiently, I await the voice who will answer.
Who will see my kind natures.
Who will cherish my brilliance and my worthy soul?
To furnish this lady with true love and never shall I give into idolizations of her flesh?
To the gods, above, I implore thee "cease this love curse that continues to take on me it's toll"
As I fall asleep, tears dripping upon my pillow. It is I who is happy to weep. As one day my light shall be seen by the one who is right.
She shall answer my aching heart with the miracle of a truer show.
Of a love that sees the best and most purest of innocence in me.
It shall be us two to show the world how true love does conquer all and this miracle shall shine on all others as us two fly away...
Upon angels wings... we love each other, forever, free.

I am a lone Lion.
Running through the Pride Lands
Although my heart is big and quite brave
Lionesses seem to treat me like a loon with
a hospital band.
My age might be of middle measurement
I am still young
Yet the jungle treats me as if I'm of Antique Procurement
An old dusty relic as released from the museum
Darkness such as energy clung
to the muscles of the huge beating heart


Other lions fail to notice the sound of my heart's beating
They exclude me from their pride as I am "Stranger"
A wandering Threat

A hateful movement
I pass by and I vent
Access energy to refresh my enlightened soul
From the judged
who deserves no warm greeting
Through all of this
I remain strong and I run
I forgive and I understand
I shot out of the Roar
A sound to welcome those truly heartened and  open eyes
Glancing to see my stronger and more impressive form
to see the real me. Who offers rewards
Friendship,love, Undying Partnership and loyalty.
Real treasures.
For this Leo offers more..

The king of his life and of his craft
A Lion King
Who never stays defeated and down he stays and lies..
Wade was deep in the grasses.
As he lies there lost in pity
his life and self at a stand still.

Racing past those Prides who cut him out
He starts on his own
A new pride.
Their  members let Roars Sign Happy and Strong Energy
Which shine out
Out

The life-blood of the largehearted  Leos and the Lionesses
Those who refuse to stoop low, believe in the ignorant, or ever
from the heat and tribulations of the  jungle..
They hold their heads up and they  never hide.
They banded together
To care for one another
and forget the other sickness of the lazy and heartless entitled ones.

Their kindred-ship and family shall last for eternity
Unable to be measured
Past the other end.
For these beautiful creatures
Are the Bright and Legendary Ones

Their legends shall be forever implanted in the jungle
As the true royalty that defeats all darkness
The battle for all kind creatures forgotten and neglected...
For them...those battles they helped fight and have always won.





equal to the other monarchs
cast out do to younger trends
Temporary Collections of Faces
Who shall fade to nothing
Once their time and age is past the clock
Measuring the alarm to sound off their limit
to be cast asside and remain "part of the scenery"
enter them into their own museum

The storms raged throughout the city skies.
So many colors and musical beats
Hidden in Nature's Disguise.
Look at her details
as Mother Nature paints us a unique backdrop
Pouring rains
Liquid colors melting into one creative ***.
She deserves a lot of credit.
For this project.
I call this "Stormy weather with Pizazz."
Don't you?

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

The storm raged.

From the seas of China to the endless boundaries of the globe.

The monster ate up countless souls.

The Monster Still Claims Our American Dreamers.

How long will the rains pour and the lightening blast?

We were hit with this nightmare standing apart as the skies started to turn dark.

We have failed to head Mother Nature’s warning.

Our People went unprepared, and we were almost carried down into Hell’s depths.

Those of us who did see these warnings decided to become smarter

Then the Surge of Man-Made Pandemics and Political Storms

We soldiered up and decided to stand by our fellow man.

We took off our colored sunglasses, and we viewed life in real colors.

As we rage onward wishing for an end

We shall see the end come when we continue to fight, together, for what is right.

When we came to live across these fine American borders

We are not separate but equal

We are “American Lives” as Forged Equal in the “purpose” for the land of the free.

As long as those within our borders stand alone and mislead

We shall have a heavy burden to recover and rescue them from added plights.

The fires still rage within us to brighten and warm up our days.

Let us use this energy to release upon the lost and wicked the same warm blessings and recover our brothers and sisters still lost.

What do you see?

Behind these bright crystal blue eyes

Do you even see my bright and warm soul?

My silent messages beaming into your psychic?

Can you hear the cries of my damaged inner child?

“WHY? WHY am I so easy to be Harmed?”

A magic trick of words

The illusion of what you consider what I need as care

From someone who I had held held so far above me

On their pedestals…..

Why must you spit upon me as I remain weak?

Anger creates a musical heart beat fast and rhythmic

The war drums of Treason

Against the Monster that you have become

Don’t run away in cowardliness

You earned this boxing match

Feel my battle scars?

Let me carve them into your soul…

So you can feel the acid of arguments and doubt

The fear and anger that you tried to push me

around and down through…

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

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

No.

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

Circle of lost souls.

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

For you from me…

Does not mean I have to fund the payments.

Feel yourself  as your greedy soul starts to go bankrupt.

As I walk on still.

Far from you and your insanity.

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

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

I Become stronger.

You shall be left in the cold

on your own

Lost in the deserts of your own neglected relations

with this beautiful soul

That you failed to treat in sane moments

However, you, like Stalin, created another identity

within yourself

that became the opposite of who had drawn me closer

You failed to snap out of your role

as an actor

Life is no play

Your curtain has been lowered.

I am the one applauding my true self

Wearing the shoes of strength as I never stopped walking

to my rightful promise lands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

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

Red,White,Blue and you.
We survived much Choas and Pain
We have enjoyed Victories and Many Times..
We enjoyed the Perks of Our Gains.
We cheer the flag and it's waving Glory
Dating back to 1776
We owe our lives to those who fought to send England
Back home.
We have a great army
Souls who have dedicated themselves to fight and to die for this beautiful country
Many want in
They tried the wrong routes..
We pushed them back to protect those legit needing entry for a better life

The leader prevented such worthy people from being left out..
Our great President has corrected many wrongs and filled the spot
as "Chief and Man in Charge"
With more feeling and selfless actions
Kept to all his election promises
and Brought America back to greatness and to Brighter Beauty.
with all of our allied Factions and Nations.

Another beautiful year
Promises the young to become our future and great
parts of the cogs and gears that help
this "Great Machine" Drives On, Flawlessly.
United, we stand and together we fall.
A nation bounded by Great Hearts, Hard Working Men and Women
and Souls wishing for our Freedom and Democracy
to Last into the future and into Eternity.

Once upon a time
In the Gum Drop lined streets
of his Narcissistic Chocolate covered  ideals
Walking through a "counterfeit Val Hala"
Faces smile
Inside they weep and fail to wish to greet
Strangers who visit their country of "Perfection"
Visit here - one shall be needy  for the Royal Telephone
Calling back home shall cost one candy mint Dime.
Finally, eyes flutter open to truth
Wishing to feel free to be able to become different than all others
The warm welcome comforts of change
Fears of action by 'His Imperial guard
"Mr. Root Bear Ice Cream Master"
Displays failures in his "Candy Land"
Placed along the streets to display
"Rotten candy"
in a recycle booth"
He pushed his power through the "sweet rewards of Misleading Compliance."
The promise of this "fantasy land"
empowered "bliss and happiness."
Breaking his teeth counting his money.
and ever-growing fame.


Ice cream grass signs mark the emperor's "stringent laws"
Displayed along your travels
Molding your soul
a forged and copycat soul
"reminding you of  the consequences"
Failing to become like he

they tell me "fake a smile and thats the way"
they don't live this isolated and discarded style.
not by choice
as i cut flesh as that is my medicine of choice.
i cannot be fake or have to be so...
shun me... I've already been left like trash for pick up day.
talk about your lovers, show off your photos, and never answer a letter.
as the tears fall upon this blade
as the skin tears and it distracts the pain
Crazy.
live my confined and abused up life and then that game you can play.
my age might be a barrier
my looks
or some excuse like such...
I've heard it all and hit too many road blocks..
i want out of this hell....so badly....
and miss the sun shine so **** much.
i never needed sympathy
i never needed silence
or remarks of faking a smile...
think of why, if you care and truly understand these words....
i need a true friend to support me
not just this knife which is my new prescription..
isn't Mr. sun  real enough to set this imprisoned
soul free?!

Acid

It burns..

Fire on skin..

Words of Chemicals..

Echoes of pain…

Rain down on my body and soul…

Let the flesh burn and the veins bleed..

the saga..begins…remains…

Pouring out my life

With your memories and absence

cutting deep

into my whole..Like a knife.

Let my soul Hemorrhage

As the flashbacks shoot my heart..

My soul can fly with this body’s death…

I need these days to start..

Calling to your spirit..

I’m ready to become…

One with someone who shares the deeper sediment

So a compliment

To an aching and begging spirit.

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

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

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

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

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

Yes. I'm Crazy.
I love it, as well.
Why would I wish to be normal?
I am a clown. Like the "Joker."
Insanity gets me the prize...
Beats the heck out of "formal."
so, am I hear? Alone?
Shivering..
Can you throw me a bone?!
No?
Well, I know I'm not alone.
Looker like a train wreck.
I just got
"fresh" out of an accident.
Here is the deal..
As I become overloaded
and I start to vent.
Echoes from insanity...
Bouncing of these walls...
At least he is lose..
Hanging like his *****.

They thought that they could keep me down
None of those mother-******* could make me wear a frown
Here he comes..the insanity
The defined profanity
Without vanity...
He tried to care for you.
You failed to see how deeply he was true
So now there is that empty place
where that forsaken ******* took up that space
Now cry to the heavens and beg for a miracle
For this vanilla survivor
Is better than a fantasy or a poorly earned nickel
Or fancy property or autos
Here he'll pass you by
He rises higher than at the level that you are on
He is now full of the light with his no motos
"Get stung once, fine..Get stung twice...Never nice...
Stung three times? Will not happen.... maybe to you.
On this evil trick, you tried to hang me by.
Now it is you that shall get stung by the actions you thought you could freeze me in captivity until I die."
Now freeze in the cold without me there
The forsaken man that brought laughs to your day
Now that I'm the sane one
where are they gonna commit you?
When the loneliness causes your insanity...
When I was there and I never got warmth from you...
now your skies are dark instead of blue.
Understand that this Vanilla Wonder shall never fold or fall
to the pointing of fingers or false promises
Broken trust and crazy actions...
No more interactions.....
Now define my vulgarity through better reactions
then what we had between each other.
Find someone to bring down and keep as your puppet.
For you are going to regret.
The day you lost your brother.

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.