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.

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

Travels

Our soul and our bodies are always traveling

Two feet stirring up the gravel

As your mind plots the next stop

As the Judge in you Bangs his Gavel.

Disciplining your self too harshly

Yet not excepting redirections

At times you are a fire

A flame that emits light and within such

Reflections.

The pool to cool the anger boils up

Better cool down before the steam causes your bottled ego to explode.

A rocket to the stars

Out of Control

Your wreckage is a battered soul that starts to implode.

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.

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.

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.

The day tears into night
The rhythm of the rain sets the tempo
For despair's song
A Delight
For an intoxicated heart to the addiction, it has for pain...
A fake smile
A Dark Mind Lost to the Insane
The soul is the foundation of your life's structure
Each day is the brick
With education fixing the defects in your future.
Years stretch, tall, like the Empire State Building
What you make of the people, places, and events to fill the empty spaces
of the offices inside
Mold into one "Hotel of Pride."

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 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

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.

Listen to my voice
Echoing in the background
Can't you hear its message?
As you walk your common grounds?
Can you see where it is coming from?

A heart's signal which feels neglected
it is message is going forth, unheard
A telegraph of s.o.s sent from this Titanic
A sinking feeling from a heart sinking in quicksand…

Cannot save a light
That you fail to pick...
Through the crowds that are gathering in your city of life…
Are you listening to all who live there?
Are you aware?

Or shall they burn out through neglect...
Candles in the wind failing to resend....
A message that they have tried to direct to you...

Or are you Like Stalin
"The Man Of Steel" whose needs and understanding of the few
were built upon a soul on legs
which were unwilling to bend.

The holidays
You've earned them.
A rest from work, school, or the grind of life.
A day to remember the miracle which we were given..
Loved ones, sweet memories, a brighter future, and then tomorrow.
From solo gigs on Christmas or New Years
To family get-tethers with family and friends..
It's moments that we make, such as these, that our feelings with never seem to end.

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."

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.

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?”

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.

An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.

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

I’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.

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.

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 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 need a soul mate
Not out of Desperate Reasons
Not for selfish wants and sick needs...
Darkness of lust and greed are merely dangerous acts and thoughts of Treason.
Watch this heavy heart
Pumping beautiful writings, signals of love and a Human Partner
Calling out for you.
The sight of the one who has chosen me
Running towards my empty life
to add sweetness to a life well rebuilt and refit
With items useful in promoting views of a beautiful soul
Once weighed down in the murky depths of the dark and corrupt
A talented soul and carpenter
Rebuilding his home after destroying it
Out of his mind misguided due to unwarranted emotions
Or anger fits spewing lava of hate and uncomfortable vibes
from the Volcano of a heart exploding as it was lost
and finally erupted.
So him as a new structure
Tall, majestic, and a marvel of the soul and it's architecture
Se the welcome mat welcoming you into his newly rebuilt existence
Worn out from making too many mistakes and harming so many hearts
He warded off and found a new property and better materials
In a well fit area
The reconstruction his light and soul
A marvel of a once misguided mind
waking up and curing his created diseases
of the Hurtful Kind

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

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 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

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.

Nature has its way of calling.
Sometime's its words are only picked up by our instincts.
To survive and become beautiful and more...
More than the caterpillar
However, no more than emerging as a Butterfly.
We fly in these creatively thought up layouts of sky and landscapes..
as freedom knows only truer beauty..
To accept our true and unhidden soul..
Let us flow upon the sweet winds
and fly to our futures of Sunshine and Details...
To a more detailed and artistic dignity.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My nerve endings feel as if acid is poured

Upon them eating through

Like rains on ice

My pain sours.

I crap so hard that my ******* feels like concrete trucks

Trying to dump solid concrete

By letting time fly and the mixture hardens

What did I say?

I beg your Pardon?

I wish for this storm to leave

For the Sun to shine…

Until then…

Alone with this pain

This drama is all mine.

Wash it away.
Cleanse my soul
With the gentle rains fresh and new.
A newer form of a once repetitive way.
Tapped in a loop
In time
Rusting like steel...
Rotting away like a corpse...
A boat lost on the oceans....
Needing a fresh chance to Navigate
Open negotiations
Unlock once locked doors....
Shine upon a once darkened stance…
Lost gambling with the odds...
Do you believe what you see with a first glance?
Or do you investigate what you have just been introduced
too…a bright new opportunity…
Or a dark or sinister cover in an overpopulated city?
The way you look at such
Through the colored glasses that you have chosen to wear
can destroy you or the other...
You could even win from this chance...
A needed "element" that has been missing from your life…
Which you have needed OH too much.

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.

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.

A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow  in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled down town
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.

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?!

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

Time's hands
measured with a clock
Spin so fast
when one enjoys his time
and at the moment's end
Enjoying the next timed moment of  his  life
shall be the trick.
Hear the sounds that Father Time
Breathed life into our mechanical scale of life
It sometimes is the most hated invention
Humanity ever made
What a crime
Wasted clicks measured on your path of timed allotments
of when your hourglass sands fall
one grain at a time
See them fall...
For without filling such markers
in the rise in time
you have had nothing in which you had gained.

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.

My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought as
in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always love me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.

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.

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.

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.

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 sleep on a floor
Renting a space
My nephew's crimes I pay for
It's a ***** disgrace.
The cops investigated
What a joke
Now years of bills and poverty
It is a caged monster ready to escape
And put an end to forced humiliation
To **** for a chance to free myself
From forced isolation
Now a skinny white boy
The doctors fail or never wish to help
a financial and emotional gun against your

Head.
What do they wish for me to do?
To suffer so much
The albatross  tightens around my neck
The pain suffocates me
And I swing in life until I'm dead?

Motels and arguments
People want their money
Pay up or emotionally suffer
As they tell you how worthlesse
You are

Until one of you snap and never go very far.
Older but never any wiser
Same situation
Never an exit
I wish to run
But their chains
They bind me
Until I accept the reaper's invitation
To end myself
To end this pain as I grow slowly insane

When will I be an equal
As seen through loved ones eyes
If I'm the crazy with his head floating in the skies

I break to  sanity
Here they go
They are angry to hear reality
Due to the acts of blind revenge
Now the sounds that are crucifying a human life
Cut him down due to their mind manipulating
Profanity

I look out into the rains falling
from Mother Nature's Tears.
My heart pounds
Sweat pours from my body as my soul is terrorized
By the lack of tools to climb to a successful future
remain out of touch and out cries my fears.
There is no guide up this mountain to my destination
A country full of obstacles, monsters, and money hungry "healers."
I try and force myself to a calm place
However my "Happy Place" is recovering from a recent blast
Of shards of attacking memories of the past.
Dreams of a blackened future and I'm still on the run
from these monsters chasing me since I was a child.
Now they are not as peaceful...
They are the predators, in my waking hours, that haunt me in the wild.
I run like a cheetah and hunt for my needs like a lion.
I have no "Pride" or "herd" to rejoin after my hunts.
I am but a lone wolf...
Misunderstood by my own kind
to another pack leader...They are now the weak ones
following their leader
who is now blind.

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

Lost in space

Unseen by many

He puts on his “mask of gold”

People fail to visit this “stranger”

He remains an ingma of soul

Left frozen in lonely snows -so cold.

Remains the frozen sculpture

Who once was a warm and bright man

Neglect and failure of communications

Has scarred him uncertainty of how to regain interaction.

“Houston…we have a problem”

Rocket man outstayed his welcome

On the moon.

An astronaut pushing himself to the limits.

He would ask the aliens. He needs directions back to Earth, soon.

As his supplies have ran out.

However, he never got to learn the neighbors language.

“Houston…”

Static has been his answer

As the Earth lost interest to contact

To see his trip home carried out.

“Mission Star Construct”

Was cheered when his mission was about to start.

Fresh and new.

All of the public wanted a blast off view.

Having to his own answers..will Star Buck

Survive?

The fall is his failure of hope’s light

The strength was knowing people would want him back.

How shall he know where to blast off and drive?

Conflict is the metorstorm

The questionable reasons

As to why Ground Control Lost Contact.

Was he merely a relic

Which undesired legends must

Drive with no light, crash or burn,

Or simply blast back torwards the earth

In a gambling style Yearn?