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156 · Dec 2020
Trust in Waking Days.
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.
156 · Apr 2018
Dad
Dad
He raised me with respect
He needed to use a firm hand
to bring forth a future
for his sun in honor.

Years of deep friendship
Years of fun travels
To distant soils
Bonded two together
Until he was gone
My father's spirit remains in me, forever.
As he taught me the value of life, friendship, and death.
Dad.
Was the greatest friend and teacher that I could ever have had.
156 · May 2019
Lost in Space
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?
152 · Aug 2017
Moment's Monsters
A Stained soul
Endless moments of Pain Painting My Soul in Red and Brown
He endures the worst yet he never keeps a frown.
Ownward he pushes until he finds a solution to the end
of this massive black energy that wishes for at his knees he suould bend.
Rising his sword of strength from within his powerfully beating heart..
this true warrior that battles the darkness from within and all around him
Stabs the force in it's cold beating heart.
As this "moment" of pain's entity dies
Another rises.
He keeps one eye open as he sleeps
and battles still...
Until his victory song is song and the voices shout out in powerful cries.
150 · Nov 2017
She got to me
she came into my life almost as if by accident
a sweet voice
a blessed meeting
based on pure mutual investment
to ease the cold cutting nights of being alone
as we both sensed one another's need
to have each other in true and loving tones.
trueness and wealth from mutual interest
from enjoying each other and even just one
moment spent..
in true care
in each other's arms
a trueness to be fused together in light
we fuse from each point in which we give
another moment to grow together.
as we seek to run to one another
in distant cities
such true and brightly sought souls
in agreement to spend true bright eternity as one
shall enjoy a well rewarded and sweet victory.
149 · Dec 2020
The catch 22
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.
148 · Mar 2020
A Moral Battle
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.
148 · May 2017
My mother's will.
My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought us 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.
147 · May 2019
True Love?
True Love?

If something is true then it shall last a long time

It shall endure a lot

It shall never change

It adapts

It never can happen too quickly

It is savoured, slowly
147 · Dec 2020
You asked me to
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.
147 · Jun 2017
Puppets
Broadcasting signals across distant shores
Not a signal is received
As the tears of lonely echoes turn into damaging rains
Blood lost to life's razor
empty pain - they always seem to pour
from my broken up soul lost to debts and becoming a controlled puppet
to a failed system
where one stays sick and poor
as the rich and insane are in control...
World War Three breaks out due to their ill-faded actions
Another "over-bought" idea purchased by followers believing in an already broke faction.
Where do us invisible souls go?
Where greed, shallow lust, and non-trustful "social leaders"
fail to trust in those of us who have justly earned our right to be by their side?
Lady Justice was once blind. Now she sees in only red,green, and through sunglasses designed  by the rich and famous.
Those of us who do not "stand out" for her now blind reasoning fail due to not being of what she now wants us to be...
As us "puppets" of the wealthy and blind control her and us
as we bleed to death by their powers of insanity
We are forced to silence as our "freedom of speech" is now dubbed "crude" profanity.
146 · Jan 2018
Keeping It Simple
After hectic waters have shoved this small vessel
to and fro
Here he relaxes
By the dock....To enjoy the calm , sunny days
with his crew who needed such relaxing moments,so.
Deeply to dance with girls they had  met at a local dance club
This captain shines his metals and joins the festivities
For his voyages are planned..
To reach the promised lands...
For him and his crew....
Of creativity, unity, and Eternity
As true sailors on Life's Rough Seas of Those
Misguided moments
Running into the icebergs of the misunderstandings..
The calm waters of tropical smooth runnings and relaxing pictures
Nights spent dreaming, sleeping, or sharing a drink and reminiscing..
No longer shall his inner storms leave him wrecked on some deserted island..
He keeps near his support
However, he adventures , at times, on his own.
He keeps his routes simple
However, his dreams are destinations enjoyed with his crew
A complex ending to a map written by his comrades
Smiling
He has fewer nights..reading such self written maps in the dark...
and He has rarely a reason to get Angry over Over-Though Mistakes
and evenings feeling sorry for himself...
Ship docked..
Wallowing in pity In dreary parks.
Keeping this wisdom not only his friends and acquaintances of wisdom shared with him
But, his lessons learned and newly found Wsidom
He know rules the sea with many.
Than a sailfish land of nearly nothing...this is not his destination..
However, a land of true fulfilled promises, something for everybody,
and such for himself....
A true kingdom.
145 · Feb 2018
I need to break free
The chains of darkness are dragging me down
I feel the strength to fight
However, I know that I cannot do such, alone.
I scream out and try not to blame myself...
Wearing the frown of a clown.
I have been fighting this illness for what seems like ions
I sometimes look too far forward
Comparing myself to my favorite icons.
I sometimes fear the unknown...
I sometimes avoid the unknown...
How can I have any more experiences if I have none of them to have grown?
I need to experience what makes me feel uncomfortable
I must find someone to share such experiences
Rather than to go it alone
Such teamwork such benefit us both
As doing things together
Shall strengthen our bones.
The chains that shackle us to the fear
shall break away
Freedom shall reign
As we share, together, the taste of freedom's wine
In broader numbers who added to our team
A brighter and more successful day.
144 · Jun 2019
The Mistaken Joker
I wish I wasn't such an avid window shopper.

I can look

However I can never touch

Simply conversation wouldn't cost so much?

You laugh like the Joker in insanity

A real treat

To be ousted by your lack of youth and vanity.

My heart is large

My brain is quite powerful

Why do people resist an interaction with you?

“Why so serious?”

Laughing..you are used to their game.

They only pay attention to the worthy and the sought after…

A “spoonful of sugar makes your medicine go down”

What a mouthful.

Can’t these people see…

The inside  is worth more than fame or the trending men

I am a man who is more than what they see…

Take a chance and simply answer his “hello.”

This joker is actually a “warm and more saner fellow.”
why does he remain so dark?
why can he not see the light?
"pssst....stay away from that, he'll pull you down."
"people like that want attention."
is this an amusement park?
is this too real to be anything but your sick entertainment?
this is a human..,,
cryin,,,
demanded from .. ,
spent.,,,,
like used nuclear fuel rods rotting in "forever's " containment.
i try to smile
when i do feel the sun
no medicine can ease the feelings of human absence
nor the weight of laughs as they say, "hello?"
expect my worst
for the best you have never tried to stay and "watch"
for this "act" is through entertaining
the parts so easily seen by eyes that are half closed.
i am a being...
suffering...
isn't my pain a tribute to us lost souls you neglect?
from your questions?
this is what a soul gets, "staining."
143 · Aug 2017
Strength and Glory
I walked a long walk
After A Perceived Defeat
From a challenge...I, at first,felt as if I were the victim of hatred's heat...
That I blindly failed to see as a victory.
Time had passed as I lay awake and pondered
What the outcome of all my struggle had meant
It was the power,within myself ,that was to be a warm glory.
I smiled and got the lesson and it's strength in which it brought
A spirit, in me, so mislead,  twisted up and bent.
I thanked the people and events which gave me such challenges
Since some miracles, from life, are painful events
That bring forth the best in us.......A better heart
Such strengthened by not getting a "happy ending"
to a "scary story.."
it bonds the loose ends back together and brings the soul strength and glory.
143 · Dec 2020
Haunted Fame
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.
142 · May 2017
My mother's will.
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 loved 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.
I've waited for you to return to my heart.
I have collected dust from the days...
As our Future together still brightly
Still shines your way.

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

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


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

Miracles never die.
They simply lie there dormant.
Questioned, heavy in the conviction of how you thought I wasn't true.
As crazy moments can try our union.
Look deeply inside of yourself. then back into me.
For great things have truly have been defined as "you."
141 · Aug 2019
Heart Light
My voice was echoing over the sounds
of the people planning on where to go and who they shall be
I denied to be a cookie cutter image
of what "normal" defines from flesh's mound.
I rose up and challenged even the most sought after and respected souls
As I believe a true heart and person will never become
"the neglected."
A flash of lightening shot  from above.
Such Fill  this empty room and night
with a signal
Not to give in to the emptiness, sorrow, and feelings of being defeated.
I'm more than their "Equal"

As I've shown more strength and wisdom in my young life
So any other lucky "star" or "sought after Joe."
You can look up to me and learn
I shall rise above and steal your show.
True hearts are always the truer light
Seek such a path
To brighten up even the darkest of your frights.
141 · Oct 2019
Eternity’s Showers
who has grown to know the real me?

Through days that age to night

After the thrill has gone.

Through awkward and trying moments when we become confused and fight.

..

Will you still be the one I see

As I look back in these tired eyes?

Shall I see the one who stuck by this one

through calm and sometimes turbulent skies…

Did we fuse as one to take the good from the bad?

Draw excitement from boredom?

Build a new beginning, together?

When I turn around, again…

Will I see a woman..that makes up almost every part of the other half of me…

Be the one that I run too…

So, in this new found existence and bond..we have learned to be free?

Past doubt and ill faded fashion

Through emotion storms and anger’s lightening…is it me that you always see?

Are you the one that eased my storms

and brought such a turbulent soul back to Earth..

Since, along the whole journey, since we met….

Against all who warned against our united form…

Your love, for me, was like cement. Permanently set..

In vision and also you realized that we were made to be,together.

Forever. Heaven made.

Forever.



You have  never failed to see my high value and my truer  hearts’ loving worth?!

Miracles never leave nor do they fade

Our minds are deceived to want something less than needed…

You had never left my life…for you proved that

my pounding and beautiful heart..

Such, you could never allow

Your loving and beating heart



for anything labeled “bigger and better”

Could your true beating  trade.

Our souls are now fused and are one

Forever

An eternity that will reward us for our faithfulness, in cleansing storms

of reward. It is enjoyable to become even wetter.
141 · Nov 2019
Black Magic
In my writings....
Whenever I relapse....
It was because of their non-feeling spells
Which black magic haunts me
As well.
I got high...I wanted to sleep.
Never to stay awake
As they creep
You are the emotional slave
the controlled
As they laughed
Darkness started to unfold.
The winter blasts within
Not just outside
Can't the ones once closer to you
stop killing his soul with their pride?
141 · Jan 2018
Intertwined Blood Ink
I have got the most powerful tool in my hand
It's not a knife,gun,or brass knuckle
It's a pen and a piece of paper
I use such with a strike in a promise land.
My ink is my blood
the pen is my needle
The paper is the fabric in which I sew my soul into such
I group of words and a powerful message
A weapon for the people without a voice
Such a tool that they need so very much.
The reading of their words inspires more of mine
The flame grows bigger
we intertwine
Souls knitted together
through words,pen ink,and tears
we overcome those horrid days and shortcomings
We are a united army
Standing, tall, against the sum of all fears.
140 · May 2019
Clearing The Mind
Clearing the mind.
Dusting out the cluttered and dusty halls of my memories.
Out with the old
In with the new
Even though I've advanced in years
I still have, to share, fresher stories.
Beauty is seen when one has a clear enough vision
to identify such
To capture such in the eye's camera
Film which are parts of my brighter thinking.
Love,***,and Money are all gray portions of the color coded
drawers that hold the files of my remembrance....
Where the colorful tabbed folders remain
Nature,personalities, architecture, and Invention.
Science, Friendships, and Meeting and Learning of the newer people
and topics
That are packed, forever, in my soul like a stain.
The cleaned halls show off the more artistic museums
which inspire my creativity and understanding
As within the timing measured to what it takes
to blink an eyelid
I remain fresh to the world
A multi-floor gold reserve
Not holding wealth
However, holding the beauty that makes such a structure
The strongest built sky scraper ever witnessed
Eternally standing.
138 · Jun 2017
The Bright Army
Control. Sometimes it is hard to keep.
Either others take it or one must fight to make such energies stay.
A refugee with a kind heart. He fights for his respect each and every day.
Judged and sometimes counted out
The intoxication of power is the oppressors drink
They become drunk and leave their brains behind
And often fail to think.
Your sanity is tried. You wish to cut their ties.
There is no where to run. It is a catch 22.
They laugh in the distance as he cries.
He snaps to their amusement.
“Another crazy show”
A freak.
“Not any more!”
He breaks out and creates a new movement.
Enjoying a louder voice. A new choice.
To end the conflicting violence and messages by the ones blind leading the blind.
The connected and feeling new world, from one strong voice, it creates a better world through more kinder choices.
Better vision for all..not just the one.
United we stand. We never fall.
Over the oppressors war….
Over all the conflicts
Our army of light has won.
138 · Jun 2017
Pheonix
I am locked up here
With invisible iron bars.
Serving a sentence due to lack of investment
And doubtful stares concerning my ability to rise up and successfully fly.
Above the prison walls and questionable people…
Who do not owe or know me
Yet they hide and never allow themselves to grow with or meet me.
A bright and peaceful soul turned to a fighting
And disgruntled prisoner
Who demands his due
After years of fighting and oppression
From those who have refused to see
The value of a stronger mind and bright views
Of a more enjoyable future
Others were allowed such after not serving much time in this hell of a quiet, lonely , dark, and unfeeling situation and realm that is my life’s prison
Give me my equality and free spaces in which to roam and flourish
For my spirit knows the truth and will fight for such
Until the shackles of poverty, mistrust, and avoidance due to stubborn views leading up to my sentence
I shall grow stronger and then explode from my purest energies turned nuclear alike Chernobyl
My soul shall explode and take down the oppressors and these invisible bars that they have secluded me in
My Phoenix is my undying soul and will which shall fly away and be free to explore lands even planets closest to our sun.
Trust is a hard treasury to find
Maps are but hints, moments, and then the buildup to the reasoning to where the chest of gold is at
The journey with the one you are trying to find such golds with
is much more enjoyable than the ending wish
Don't stop at just one chest of gold
as there are many maps to explore many different types of currency
Savor the path as you earn that treasure of trust with the one whom you are starting the journey
For life is made to enjoy each other's good qualities, inner spirit, and hidden traits
Maps were meant to read and follow, slowly, as there is no rush to gain the reward, however, great the urgency to not be scared before finishing the travels.
Lessons teach but lessons are always fresh new learning curves
so look at the newest trust treasure quest partner
and join them with the enjoyment of their travels to safety and the wealth of treasures as you get to know one another.
136 · Dec 2020
Storms
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.
136 · May 2017
Invited
The day turns to evening.
Quietness drapes over the land...
Only the sound of a water fountain and horns from traffic break the waves of stillness as which more action is what I crave.
Some one to share in my creative motions and my heart that beats for another to share this space with.
Now, as I look out my top floor window
As I see the sun lowering to mark late evening...
I think of you and I, united.
As through the visions I see in Day dreams
Make such lonely and quite nice more exciting...
I call out your name and create yet another vision of you
As someday, we shall be together.
And from my true and pure heart, you are hereby invited.
135 · Nov 2017
Tic Toc
Tic Toc
Feel your Humanity Wither Away
With the Ticks of the Clock.

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

Ching Ching
One Has To Earn their Pay
Feelings die with the chasing of the gold.
Hear the screams in my troubled soul
As I lie here trapped
Between The Streets
And another wasted day.
135 · Nov 2018
Me?
Me?
Why must I feel?
Attraction.
Interest ..
Curiosity...
Or Welcome
If curiosity and such
Killed the cat?
Why does the woman in HIM
Hide
hold back....
Tears....
Honesty.....
Crushes.  
vanity.....
If the outside seems to define...
Soul....
Motives....
Class...
When only pies in a bakery
Need a tasty crust?
Why should one feel scared to...
Admit attraction....
Admit Interest....
Admit Fear
Admit Loneliness...
If such means weakness and Shallowness
When only bodies of water
Can become such.
All of the above is....
Human....
Natural..
Me?
135 · Mar 2018
I am a hostage in this life
I am a hostage in this life.
A punching bag for most.....
Money for some.
A lost soul.... a worthless and ***** ***
I am never respected or treated nicely
Unless something is wanted from me.
Minutes burn life acid
Weeks **** like a knife.
I screamed for those "hired" to help..
even they took a swing at me... and enjoyed a free
use of the punching bag.
Some say it is being weak or sick to want to end myself
and forever end the suffering of this life..
Hopeless, scared, and trapped...
It is the only way for me.
133 · Dec 2020
Thanks for Life
Thanks to life.

A force that is a miracle

Powerful and Bold

Sharp as The Sharpest of Knives.

Blessings abundant

When one’s eyes are wide open

To see the gifts

That appreciation holds importance.

Once a year we celebrate our pathways

We celebrate Our Breathes of Fresh Air

Family

Friends

The truer items in life

Which money and possessions are the least of the Soul’s Cares?

A fabulous feast

Some tasty drinks

We hold these values true and strong in our hearts

Cheering for another year

Of a fabulous existence and a new Start.
133 · Nov 2019
Memorial Souls
Memorial Souls

The educators came and they go

The protectors of both State and Your Mind

Valiantly  and Selflessly they look far and wide

They never, ever spoil the show.

Their souls live forever…as so does their hearts

Their bodies pass away

Onward their legacies flourish

We have set asside Memorial Day.

In which to honor and celebrate their respected names..

Which paved the road to a brighter future

Demolishing the dark ones twisted and controlling ****** games.
133 · Feb 2020
Picking Flowers
We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?

We are all born in a garden called “life”

Flowers shining their heart’s  bright colors

Attractions to another signal

From another color’s soul

They Can  either be fertile intentions

or sickening tolls

hurting  one another

and plucking out  their flower’s life.

Just like the pruning of parts  or the  taking out of  “weeds”

Tools that cut exactly  like a gardener’s knife.

Lust and greed  are impulses of energy

Growing like Dandelions which are colorful fakes

The sun is the only energy, besides this nasty and ugly

radiation source,

that cant plot love’s destiny, as a seed

A foul garden addition which should be taken out with care’s rake.

The warmth of the Sun

Directing a seed’s  growth, upward and strong

Sending life on it’s journey

Of living, travel, and rights on course..

Enjoying the right light is a part of nature

Hearts that were once blossoming

So tall and so strong

such  as  fruit bearing trees

Become blackened.

Wilted and unwanted plants

Destroyed by attraction to power

That can define a flower’s destiny.

Sent to the heart’s grave from the wrong waves

this important light following choice

ignoring what hunger a plant wants and it craves..

Ending as it had started, so wrong  and so tragic

It can look like another heart

Creating anything,but flowering,  colorful, and vibrant .life

Some are undercover dandelions

Nothing but weeds dug up

as dead and heartless plants

Cut out of the garden by the Creator’s Gardening knife.

True love and care for another soul is like sunlight

Choosing the right seed to plant

Comes from the merging energies of two fused hearts

A new garden flower

Growing, slowly, through time

Showing what defined both people’s longing to be one, forever

A partner has been chosen through that first glance

Shall it grow to be a dandelion or a true flower?

Defined by this life growing chance?
132 · Apr 2018
Slippng Into Madness
Slipping into madness
A quicksand of emotion
Here it goes
My legs are being brought down through an endless motion
of the same moments repeating themeselves like broken records
People move their lips
Nothing meaningful ever comes out
Meanlingless efforts
Through me a line
instead of some words
the only solution
instead of some enrgies of sympathy
Totally absurd
Death comes to those who allow dispair to win
However, true, that is
I am battling despair's army
I'm always shouting
However, my cries in need of applied help
Always semm to go unheard.
129 · Dec 2020
Communicated
Communicated.

We all have our methods and timing

In which we connect with another

Phone Calls

Words in Texts

Visits with them In A Favorite Hang Out

Hear my message within this poetry sing.

Do you fail at this craft?

Do you choke and fail to pick up a phone?

Answer a message?

Accidentally never see a person you once valued

Due to failed connected passages?

Where your life was once too hectic or busy

Where you had a clouded mind

As it cleared you went to reconnect

A busy signal was finally heard…

As your absence was remembered

A connection cut due to neglect.
129 · Aug 2019
Cure thy Ill
Feelings fluctuate
Doubt sinks the once enlightened mind
Pills can comfort
They can also damage and blind
Balance takes strength to master
On the Trapeze of emotions and Life
The beam is the tool
That your hands hold on to
to guide one
Back to the solid grounds
Underneath the healing light of Strength's Sun
128 · May 2018
Growing Empty
Growing Empty
They tell you what they expect
They dole out rules and demands
When your heart starts to grow empty
You warn them of what damage they have done
You try to keep your heart together
as they treat you like your dumb.
A piggy bank of sorts
As they become nice when pay day, for you, arrives.
You know
for at least a few days you can be treated right
Until they go back to "over-drill"
I feel like a cadet in the army
The drill Sergent expects
I deliver
I try to find my own way
The drill Sergent demands that you know that you will not make it...
Not in the war....
So you feel rage for them inside
However, your Spirit, above revenge, ceases the calls of your pride.
For years you've failed to become more than what you are
A Caterpillar wishing to become the butterfly..
Held back from the stresses of trying to escape the captivity
You sleep on eggshells just the same as you walk
As you are heckled, hard, when you try to free your pain
through creativity.
Maybe the sun ,some day, will open those controller's eyes
So, they can become more than what they are, a "Drill Master"
And see the errors of harden ways
Stop the opression
And fly with you enjoying freedom's skies.
128 · Jan 2018
Wild and Free
The blood runs through my veins
Past lives of those strong,however, passed on
I run through the fires waiving a flag
My purpose to rise above
Unreachable souls who charged that cost
I rain destruction on evil
that are weights  on those who are the evil and  weaker
leaves the hate that made those inferior
cut open and left messages in blood stains.
To rise up through my civil war
Above those who thought they were taller than I


Something I built up too
Through inner strengths

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

Above those higher levels who used to look down on me
here I fly
wild and free.
127 · Jan 2018
Home?
I have not finished each day with a proud feeling.
Here is where I stay
Trapped Beneath a limited and worn out Ceiling
Drops of confidence fill my waking hours
For each one of these, I have a garden
such isn't fertile enough to sprout any colorful flowers
In my drab lifestyle
Where not a soul dares to roam
I try and try as hard as I might
I see no way out of being alone a missionary
Who is always searching for a place to call “Home.”
127 · Feb 2019
Asleep in Manila
Asleep in Manila
upon steps in the astral plain...
I stayed in hotels lined with gold....
5 senses awake
Even though my body was fast asleep
My body was left behind..as my spirited
vacation did my soul Take.
I traveled to her upon beams of light
we fused together
Visitations of youth and light
Kept the woman over seas within my "kinder" and more "loving" sights.
we stayed together, there
walking the streets.
Greeting fellows and then walking the waves crashing upon the oceans' shores
as the sun hit our faces and we felt lonely
no more.
Although I had awaken from what was considered
"Just a dream"
The memories remained.
Just as in any physical vacation.
No matter the means of travel..
I considered such a "temperate" daydream
Just with another way of travel..
With the aid of soul's aid
My feet touched down on more beautiful gravels.
126 · Feb 2020
Grey Wine
No life wishes to grow older

Add the lessons learned to this math

Age is a wine, aged, so much sweeter and bolder.

Worth the price of a few extra spent grey aged years

We fear the end

However, we never quite understand it.

Apon the moments before we meet such of our last moments

We shall be glad on how we aged and lived our lives

Learned and earned our wisdom

Witch sowed our end to our life’s ending

Our ever-after future

A tapestry carved in wood like a knife.
125 · Feb 2018
I need light
I need light
Like a flower placed in the dark
I've grown weaker and wilted.
Can you place my rooted feet in this *** inside the sunlight?
Why must you not say a word in reply?
Would it hurt to relate to another hurting soul
even if you were at the same point that night?
Maybe we needed each other in such moments
maybe we've had parallel lives
However, your silence cuts my heart like a thousand knives?
Maybe I approached you and said, anything,
since my words were all messed up in fears that you wouldn't understand....
Maybe what I was asking for was you to hold my hand?
I might seem dark..
Lustful.....
Desperate.......
Pitiful......
Less Than what I should seem to feel......
But let's be real....
We both cry dry and silent tears...
What is the me reminding you of those who treated the heart in you, cruel?
I'm not that person. I am a different moment and future.
No chance is worse than giving one.
Hurts more
and is like being shot in a demanded gun duel?
Just keep up with me and you shall see...
That united hearts is what I have sought...
Give me a valuable glance...chance...
we can both then be freed from our cells
and run in the sun,together, forever, together, to be.
123 · Dec 2020
I am Man
I am man

Yes.

I am man.

Who  Can play certain sports

I love my cars and mechanics

I can be a pain with my antics…

Seemingly Full of Only Testosterone and Pride

I can be shallow

I can be flirty

However, there is, to me, another side.

My heart feels

I cry while watching sad or romantic movies

A feel lost while alone

I judge the man that I see in the mirror

It couldn’t be any clearer

That I have a more feminine part

This man that you see

Is also a true loving Lady, inside.

Loyal.

Listening with a true ear.

Giving too much of himself

Hiding his pain to save another hurting and who has cried

on my shoulders

I offer the warmth and strength

Protection...

Discipline like a Man

However, I have just made my stand.

Just because I am the image you see

In physical form on the outside…

Does not mean I’m on the prowl

Like a Lion on the hunt for his Pride.

Looking for his next conquest

Like a flesh hungry Zombie

I am more alive than I look

Inside and out

I am Man through and trough out.

I proudly have declared myself, whole, in a sweet

and loud shout
123 · Nov 2019
Half of Holiday Light
Alone for the holidays, nothing or no one to enjoy these days. Feeling shackled to the cage...I keep hope inside even though emptiness and long  ways. To get to a brighter future - I hold back the fear of mortality. Somethings wrong when you are spinning your wheels and have wonder of why one must spend his hours in uncertainty.
I need a more easier path for my talents to see my gift to the world light those like me. Feeling drown in silence, tearful in the loss of family , and the need to have a freer way to build strong vibrance.
If those who cared could understand this soul and it’s hunger to escape outside minimum means - I feel the insanity creep in. Swiftly.
I force my darkness back by igniting the last of my fuel.
This “doggy in his kennel” will bust out and succeed at what his will longs for - teams, kindred souls, and a lady to be my energetic lightening.
Flashes marking in light
The success I hunger for
During a long and pain filled night.
122 · Mar 2020
A Sweet Message
Give me just one taste

The flavor in the many ice cream

Scoops served in life…

As I feel too warm in the barren sun

Baring my way through life’s turmoil

Nothing comes from those who waste

Time not savoring the tastes of different

Ways of living a moment…

Naskin Robbins had a point of 32 flavors

As this heart is willing to try newer things

Newer ways

To enjoy each moment

In the light of words so true….

Bring me off my path to success for a breather

And we can share a cone

Together

Silently smiling into each other

A sweetly silently spoken

Monument.

Marking fresh ideas

Fresher targets

On the seas of life

A different pathway through

The lengthy water travels

Brightens up the once dark pathway

Leads the blind to newer and more exciting

Lands and it’s roadways gravel.
122 · Mar 2020
The Social Fires
Social Fires

The push of the swift winds of time

The boiling waters of expectations

Burn your soul to dust.

Hands held out to ****** your last earned dime.

The self appointed “Monks” of “Defined Existence”

Are not the Calm or the enlightened.

They are the “Controllers of Conformity.”

Individuality is non-existent in their eyes.

They push you towards the edge until you break.

Fires flare from your eyes.

You push back

Smoke and flames turned once blue into red skies.

They are on a time schedule.

Even when you don’t need to punch in.

Life is not work.

These “lost souls” fail to differentiate

“Chop, Chop”

An artist wishing to savor his moments

It is rushed to adhere to their educational lectures.

The resentment of becoming “a dog on a leash”

Heating up

Your Once calm and cool oceans

Simmer your waters to a blasting boil.


As you fight for your right to a brighter future

Fighting for your right of Free Ways of Motion


You wage war against those “puppet masters”

Who try and **** out the “worms”

Inspecting everyone under their microscope

Only to have their corporate thinking crumble

In their twisted means in their lives as which they cope


Burning down their forests of contempt

of those unlike a carbon copy of themselves

They are now merely blackened  and smoldering ashes of the old

As you plant seeds of a greener jungle

For your courage to stand up to those oppressors that warm up the air once colder

You are now the teacher

These “lost puppet masters” are the newer students

A reverse role

Which is now, ohh, so prudent.
121 · Feb 2020
Doppelganger
Who am I?
A gaze into my eyes from
a reflection in the mirror.
Staring into myself
It seems, a stranger, is it any clearer?
Your mind is in a fog
Sailing into icebergs
Just like the Legendary Titanic
Every time you make a start
you sink to Life's Bottom
Your mind sinks quite quickly.
Blown apart
Seeing someone new
for the first time
You feel shy to yourself
A new greeting to your inner person
Heart on a dusty shelf
Mind in outer space
what can I do to perfect this face?
Even though the inside is half full
Insanity fills the rest at the top
Of fiery chemicals
My blood starts to burn
Away from me
It never sleeps or seems to want to stop.
121 · May 2019
I took a bow
A light shined upon my face
Strength to adore another without judgment
Cheering another after their current raised
Is a sweet flower
Upon their feet which I have placed.
Humbleness and balanced pride
I keep a steady stride
as to not walk too far to any side of the gravels
The shaded areas of jealousy and envy
Such sharp and sinister forces that cuts
up a person's brighter strides.
Talent is unique
As to are the levels of brilliance
I'm glad to not be the best
or to never be at my worst
Such visions of clear truth
sparkle in these eyes in which you might glance.
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