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120 · Apr 2019
Knock,Knock
The harder I try
The harder I have fallen.
Trying to shine my "talented life"
Upon a world that knows no devotion. I cry.
Tears fall upon my chest.
As I try and fight off the "burdens" of insanity.
I try and reach out.
My face gets a slap
as if my heart were some ugly "profanity."
Where does one go when nobody answers?
You knock at their doors.
After a while
You walk away
As no voice returns
But echoes
Of your cries
As you walk down life's empty streets
More and more.
120 · Jan 2020
Pain
Pain

My heart felt it…

My heart pounded…

The sweats of a nightmare…

Splitting inside of my head.

A soul, that was trapped, it was now grounded.

Tears show.

They sign a message.

From her…to myself

A heart calls for her spirit.

Beyond life , itself..
118 · Aug 2019
Social Oceans
You hide the true empty emotions

Loneliness takes its grip

A true a beautiful heart

Lost in societies cramped oceans.

Trying to not become lost in the waves

The undertoe of social confusion

Has already marked mass graves.

You reach out in voice

You reach out in signals

Over the net or in a lot full of people

Messages get muffled within the mass vocals.

A diamond in the rough

Shining

Brightly through masses of bodies and signals

A beacon to signal

Those who wish to help guide this stray boat

To your ports

Where no longer does life sweep you away

In the wake of the worldly message of a tidal wave

Defining its followers

To their defined graves.
117 · May 2019
Too Much and More
The feeling of being wanted is intoxicating.
Too much of any good thing can be too alluring..
Addicting.
A form of "self Medicating."
I wish to feel "attractive" and be "treated" like a "bright star."
However, I haven't earned the treatment. However, I've proved my attraction.
I am, sometimes, an enigma. The mystery makes another wish to get to know me, even more.
I can become too open.
Like a water faucet which never stops running.
Drowning out the special points and moments of conversation..
The connection stops coming.
While it is rewarding to yearn for what's "better"
and the "perks in life"
Which you know you've deserved and worked hard for...
Once you get once you want..
When there is nothing more, in the universe, to "shoot" for..
Your heart dries out from the rivers of Stride racing to the finish line....
Your heart starts to feel lighter and wears itself out..
Wanting too much and more.
117 · Nov 2019
Build My Wall
My heart wishes to laugh

Not cry

Hold within emotion’s jail cell

I wish to die.

The stronger minds yell and scream

They make you melt

With their heat

Just like Ice Cream

Disciplined for being myself

How or what can I say?

Why do they think that I fall?

All the time.

For them , never me.

I am the one who is forced to build my wall.
117 · May 2019
Travel Eyes
Here I travel
Down the road
Gravel and dust
Hopping like a toad
Blurred Vision
Foggy Head
Dancing upon the Pavement "Billie Jean"
My Body Feels Dead
Fear in my head
Water in my eyes
Blue skies
A big, yellow sun
Such dries the tears
That were once
On the run
116 · Jan 2020
Gambling Life Into Debt
What form of regret comes?

After a time, that was yours, for the victory

You failed to take it…..

Gaining back moments and lost time

Seemingly nonrefundable from history.

However, you gain desperation as a weight

trying to gamble your last few remaining

Hourglass chips on a hunch

Of what a moment shall win you

Sometimes losses wound an ego until such needs a crutch.

You look towards the sun

Wondering where all of your lost days have gone

You lost the game spending time planning your move

Now…it is you who must relearn life’s game

and relearn how to live each sand grain of the hourglass

and regain your Dance of Life … it’s miraculous Groove
115 · Jun 2017
Connections purely.
Connections purely.

My heart tried to signal a letter to be read by one it purely sought.
Friend, lover, simply wishing to grow with another. As loneliness is a universal killer of hearts. A price that most brought
As they ignored my blessings of wanting to get to know and enjoy true times of companionship , from my start, as I seemingly was never heard.
I grew stronger to my truth and loving understanding and sent the one blessings.
Even though I enjoy social networks and photo postings, I wished for my gift to be enjoyed through words of interaction and true care for my art…
My heart might be tired of the long line it walks, solitaire.
Being of a brighter energy, I never grow angry , only feeling pity on those who fail to clearly understand my messages of what makes me me, I give only a blessing there.
Do unto others I have done as I wished for them to do unto me.
Even if my kindness or longing to purely connect with another lady n kind natures never gets returned, I realize I’m doing my part and sets my heart free.
115 · Mar 2020
I am a hostage
I am a hostage to this life.
No one wants a thing to be due with me unless they need a punching  bag.
No one would save me.  To them I have no worth.
So..
No matter how it is done
As I am worthless in this society
Suicide is now  the only way out for me.
114 · Mar 2020
A Victim Of Anger
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 downtown
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.
114 · Oct 2019
The end of Lone Rangers
The leaves turn red another year.

Hunger for someone near

The heart beats sick of the same old routine….Deep Future Fear.

The old routine eats at the soul like acid.

A necessary evil? How to reinvent such?

Your mind fights to come up with the start of the engines…Still placid.

Throwing water on your face..you wash away last night’s dream.

“When will I be loved? When will this lone and quiet disease called ‘loneliness

be vanquished? How does one find the crowd in which to do his creative works with?”

A team instead of a solo soul feeling the aches of Oneness.

Give me the sword and answer to fight the waves of bitter winds that play on like old home videos.

Music is to be heard and shared.

Creativity is best expressed within groups.

I’m not on a desert island? Where are all the Human Beings?

Concern for their own needs is natural. Not too much.

Too much of anything can make one drunk with feeling.

How to stop the cattle from stampeding or bypassing your moments to shine and to share gifts of plenty.

Not just a gift for you..For them.

Maybe after I win this lonely end to my solo days

People will peer into me and see the true bright and giving light.

Instead of being in plain sight, however, oblivious they are. I need to break society’s irresponsible and selfish ways.

The only mend to hurt and sorrow.

Maybe tomorrow, a piece of their time I can borrow.

Together, we can piece the puzzle back together.

Finding out that the most amazing occurrences are best when viewed as a bonded group.

Instead of avoiding the newcomers, making friends, and ending lone ways, forever.
114 · Feb 2019
Whimsical Clown
The sun peered out
Rays through my window pain
Warms my soul
Brings me back to life....a song cried out.
An artistic meaning  to enlighten my mind
A sweet melody to start my day off
Feeling warm and kind
A smile broke through a once dark frown
I felt alive and full of life
As whimsical as a clown.
Whimsical Clown, Kevin Michael Kappler, Sunlight and being Alive, Sonnet,, Midwest Poets, Rising Writers, Inspiration
113 · Dec 2018
Maps
A shining star

Slowly Growing unstable

Due to the lack of energy.

Quiet hours and halls

The cobwebs aren't just in the attic

they are in the city

Where are the people?

They are all in another land.

Cyberspace or Shallow Pools

You walk about

Playing the part of the fool.

You do not have a map

to guide you to the right places

To bright and friendly new faces.
113 · Mar 2018
Impulses
Electric Signals flaming through my brain
Thoughts are flashing by my eyes so quickly
I fear that my mind is going insane.
A flash of sanity hits me like a hammer
I see the replay from the visions of my past
My mind is warning me not to be in haste
Becoming that nervous wreck
On the high way of life that is racing through
the all-to-familiar lanes of heck.
I force out the tears and then laugh off the extreme energies
that had tried to hold me down
I flash out and upward like Batman
Chaining down the Demons trying to push down my head and allow my soul to drown.
I beat them down.
I show them who's boss.
Now, even the devil is scared.
The superhero that is my strong spirit
Hits the continuation of this trip
Going past the insanity
Happily, with my friends, they remind me to "Keep with it."
Impulses,panic attacks,feelings,victims,kevin michael kappler
112 · Jun 2019
ICE
ICE
I live in a world so empty and ohh so invisible
I might walk side by side the strangers on the street
Trying too hard to gain a smile.
Why can't I have  a companion to greet?
Lightening shocks of routine cracking up the thin ice
I walk very gently to avoid falling through
as the weight of question adds stress
upon the already cracking surface.
My soul shines. As with other beings
It tries to attract others to share it's mortality with.
The failure of success of this
A foot falls through the Ice
When will the other foot lose ground?
Am I to freeze, falling into the cold waters below...?
A lost and unsound scary feeling.
The night before the year advancing “new Years”

Shocks tingle throughout your soul

Sparkling Marks of Anxiety

To what the New Year Shall Deliver

In aa package made just for you and your own Tolls

Counted up as moments are used in the last

Year when it was fresh

How you used energies

Dark or light

in the world around you

The New Year recieves a recieved blast

As the laser of the changing of the Year

Shoots its signal

A “Mixed of Energies” create a special spell

That shall be powerfully cast….

What you had put into the last

shall pave the start of the New

Year

Days

Moments

Breaths of life

Which must be Prepared for

As you live the year in which your in

Let the Dawning of the “Joker”

Begin.
108 · Dec 2017
Stay Patient
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 downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
108 · 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 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.
107 · Jun 2019
Go On.
Go on.
Why do I go on?

Why do I try so hard to create or share my life?

With people who fail to see..

They fail to value…

What I truly feel and Weigh in…Such cold

Cuts into my soul like a knife.

Why am I faking a smile or having to be complacent

To “what I fail to want or what others force me into living my life “

As I cry, silently.

Emotions are a crime, here.

I am in displacement…

A ghost in physical form

Not a soul takes my side.

The clock owns my soul…

As I wish for death…

I am only a “property” and “possession”

A Broken pride…

I am treated like a ***** child….

“How is it that others have things at least halfway brighter?”

As when I try my hardest. No Escape.

Not even man enough to end my life.

What is my purpose or future?

If I’m just a dog to fetch the bone

Where people get laughter and shine into their own needs

Such cruelty that makes their souls, lighter?
106 · May 2019
Drowning
The waters of limitation
Flood the once bright and shining halls
of My Creativity and Hope
A life which weighs more than one can lift
You fear your mind shall snap loose and you will hang from a rope.
Life has so many fish swimming the same routine.
Try the same artistic road on which you travel.
Your eyes witness so many of these other fish receiving extra help and strength to finish what they had started.
Should you go on? Are you "inventive and original?"
Or are you a "copy" and "unworthy of such aid?"
Is your career the "Dearly Departed?"
Use the last remaining strength to hold on through the empty nights
and non-productive moments when your creativity is called
Your assets are growing low
You never seem to ever obtain the tools to continue your destiny.
Growing weary...the doubt starts to flood your lungs.
Breathing in fluids and choking...
Rather than shining..on stage... leading the show.
106 · Mar 2020
What Makes a House a Home?
What Makes a House A Home?

    The warmth of your presence

Other occupants in the void

Of one’s empty spaces…

No matter what the structure houses your fragile body.

Portions of you hang in photos, posters, and the furnishings

That you choose or “add too”

The uniqueness of a living area.

However..without people to share this warm living structure with..

Emptiness and the cold can never be corrected

Nor the feelings of “ghosts of the missing..”

What makes a house a home?

Open my door and stay a while.
106 · Apr 2018
Don't rate me
Please do not rate me
On the same level as you
Each person has their own step on life
Upon which they stand upon
Outside of you.
You have more tools than I
when it comes to your "position" in life.
So, with your demands on where and how I should appeal to
m position in my events....
A demand is such like a thought stabbing knife.
You might have your ways of solving despair's mysteries
Unless you can be of support along the way
Stand clear
As I need a friend, not a oach
As I face and battle these dark armies every single day.
106 · Jan 2020
Aware
Aware

Late at night

When the whole world is fast asleep..

I craw into a place

A Meditation, land, of sorts..

There..we are both together

Feeling one another deep.

Sweat from the night

A sigh in my Subconscious

Waves in a huge ocean

Upon a small two man rescue raft

I call for you

Frame by frame

The movie plays

As we look into each other’s eyes

Alone in this Magic World

Just Us Two
106 · Aug 2019
Bomb
The light of the moon

creates energy inside of my soul.

Clear skies and roads

All of which marks the start of “Somewhere.”

Here, this energy builds up and remains unused.

Like a time bomb

I feel I’m ready to blow and as if someone has lit my fuse.

The chains that hold me here

Soon will become broken as I explode and run, free, away.

From the Judgmental Youth and the money hungry Debtors

I have a life to live and live such I shall.

Where I shall end up

I do not know

At least I’ll be in a more open space

where I could possibly grow.
105 · May 2018
Sleeping Disaster
Nightmares Ally
The flights in my sleep are crashing down
To darker grounds
a battle zone
he screams in fright
as those around him
wake from the sweaty sight
The emotions electrocute my soul
as an explosion
alike Chernobyl has just occurred
in my head
I feel dark, numb, and dead.
I awaken just in time
to verify that I am still alive
I fail to see the logic of counting sheep
after days of trauma to my emotions
knocks me out like a sedative
Here I go..it is all relative.
104 · Jul 2019
Marooned
I am  Marooned on a deserted Island
Quiet, Cold, and Dark Hallways Need Lights
A lack of a ship to sail on..
Walls keep a prisoner from escaping to a brighter land
Knocks on doors are a sweet sound
"Hello,"  and fewer  "good byes"
Symphony music to ears who hear only their own made noise
Rain falls from the  skies
A heart which wishes to perform  unknown magic
within a group called a "team"
Such would be blueprints laid down for a finish and grander contribution
to life within a beautifully gifted dreamer
Finishing  his grand thought up scheme.
104 · Mar 2020
Escaping Ole Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

Flames up higher
Heating up the floors
Rushing to the brain
“Give me some more!”

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks
104 · Feb 2020
Happiness Vaccine
A smile is warmer than a frown

The sunshine it shares thaws frostbite

from the darker soul

the “Sad clown.”

I’d much rather carry a happy stride

than spread a diseased notion

of depressed and darkness.

It is easier to hide

It is easier to sink

Rather than push yourself back up

As you full from the edge

The brink…

The end…

When a beginning two can share.

Warm and well.

Happy and fruitful.

Actions speak louder

than any impressive shouted words.

We must prepare.

An antivirus for the dark side

A “Disease of the heart..”

which a shot of “happiness vaccine”

Can prevent such a harsh and sickly start.
104 · Aug 2019
Weight
Ohh how I long not to be the silent stranger

Nights left with no connections to contact

No transportation to travel

The weight of such destroys a broken back

Until such a soul yearns to be burried under gravel.

No phone calls

No visitors

No job to be filled with his skill

His work goes unnoticed

As só does his existence

With little to no team to work out of this quicksand

The future looks dark

he has no strong grounds on which to stand.

His head gets swept under

His sadness smothers him

He feels like his mother’s blunder.
103 · May 2019
Remain standing
I am on a survival mission.
Fighting all of the fears, lone hours, and jumping those "hurdles"
In this race to "beat the rougher odds,"
Winning the respect of others whom I look up too..
Earning a family of my own and Beating the Darkness' messages
To bring myself down.
To let myself go.
To give up on love.
To stop trusting other souls...
As tempted as I have been to listen, my light in my heart is too strong to listen and act upon such "lies."
Time does make one stronger.
As well as it can Scar one's soul.
Life is a balancing beam.
As long as you weigh the load out right
You shall never fall.
You shall remain standing.
103 · Oct 2018
Prisoner of Debt
Prisoner of debt
Inmate with ghosts
Talking aloud from  boredom
Only for myself to be his guest.
A lost bet
Days added.
Where is my payroll?
So I can seek out my best of days?
Smothered by stale air
Choking from lack of assets
I am the actor in this play
Trust seems to always be the factor.
It's all an insane glee
as you hear those "paid back"
Sing to "win back"
Their empty days.
Honor spent to agree to this sentence
After years of such
I need this intermission
To enjoy it's fruits at the snack bar
It's all cheers to this "system"
"Hail To the pay-or."
103 · Feb 2020
Washed Away
Up the mountains

Down the roads

We walk to find our way

To what and to when?

That is a question

I which our hearts ask us

Every day.

We fly when we need to be free

we ride the wagon

when we need companionship

Falling off with their push

We sail despairs seas

Upon our own exploration battleship

Wars waged due to misunderstanding

Fears

Watch all in our life fall

Ashes remain

We wash them away with our tears.
101 · Jan 2020
Happy Like Clowns
Snow less colder days have blanketed our lands

We stay close to one another

To brave the seasons of cold

United hands

After the storm there is a calm

We relieve the pain of the blizzard

Through hearts of warmth and a reinforced hold of an-other’s palm

Working hard to earn our bread

we shall never falter

For care of one another wards away the dread

One being caught in this “depressive snow storm” shall never take us down

We are united by heart and by land

People who can never or ever have to shed tears of lonesomeness

Spirits bond forever

As we remain.

Happy like Clowns.
100 · Feb 2019
Sleep's Debt
Sleep is a rare commodity.
Add the weight of stress and the thoughts of worry
or doubt
The scale tips
The sandman has no pay for any more credit
to be maxed out.
Rains shall fall
Not just your eye lids
Relaxation is harder
As you slip into confusion
Clear thoughts forbid.
After one falls
Falls from exhaustion  or heavy-bodies
Sleep comes as the prize
the body resets
and the mind mends from the calamity.
Now comes a new way of thought.
About face.
The scale balances out the once "large"
of debt's size.
99 · Feb 2020
The Endurance
Age makes us more experienced

Youth is what makes one innocent

In Between Such Lines

Lie Rebellion, Toxic Experimentation, and Developing Personas

Our souls grow weary

We question our place

We bask in a Meditation sauna

Finding strength to regain our grip on sanity

Eyes now wide open

We quickly fix our broken pieces

In our lives

Catching up to make up for lost years

Are we too late?

To outrun obsolescence fears?

Trailing us like a bad thunderstorm

Clouds seen lurking on the horizon

This is where strength and true bravery are found

From that last bit of strength within ourselves

We will fight back

Walking through the rains

Enduring a hail of critics and inner doubts

“Is this all that you’ve got?!”

Our voice echoes in our minds….

In our most critical moments…

A cheerful and warrior-like shout.
98 · Aug 2019
Specialty Dinner
I woke from a nightmare
I released out this voice
Heard by other lost souls
we stand tall
We  act like a barrier
We support one another
A bright and roaring flame
All of us drifters
We are no part of one big piece
that fixes together the puzzle
of what true ingredients
to this recipe of life
ought to be
it is made from us
with us
we add spices daily
Join with us
as we fix to create a new dish
That a taste by life's critics shall make
awarding US the Blue Ribbon for best dish passed
In life's dinner of specialty
I awoke after a hot and fiery dream.
Sweated pouring down my back as I returned to the waking moment.
Feeling the cold due to the absence of that one
Lady who held me tightly, in my dreams.
She pleased  my ****** hunger
She warmed my coldness of needing another
I made a wish upon a falling star
"Until she finds me and fills my life with color:
I smile, for a while, even if it were a dream
We were able to share a moment
Just her and I
98 · Feb 2020
Dinner Click
One day, I shall disappear

If one cannot see me there

What space would you fill?

When one has been, already, near.

A true and warm spirit

Muffled by voices of success and clicks

around his soul they shine a false light upon you.

He feels the weight of being the “invisible”

Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on

He gets up to walk away

Feeling that he is the “expendable.”

He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.

He understands the excitement of when people found their “niche.”

He tries to stick around..

even for one more night..

He feels as if a vision of

“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”

attend a party where he is not a part of their click.
97 · Mar 2020
Stay Patient
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 downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
97 · Mar 2020
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.
Marriage and love are two forces united
One dies without the other's life giving energy.
Materialistic wants
****** Passion
Status and Fame. They are meaningless
Never fueling the true energies to draw her near - a flame fails to become ignited
Eternity is the bond between two souls
as they spend the rest of their soul's existence
after vows are shared
Both of you knowing one cannot live without the other, near

To guide, comfort, and lift the other back up through rough times

It is those who part from this "adherence to this bond and force"
due to inner fears
of how to handle this strongest of bonds
Only the true feeling and loving hearts fuse to the other in honesty
realness
true virtues
and the longing for her spirit to color your eternal life

quickie ***
beauty from the outside
and the dates that brought you two to meet
are merely a test of a beginning


to see if your spirits are meant to fuse with one another
when the time is right
you both decide to ignite the flames to burn your love into forever's wall of signatures of true care and wishing to be two people meshing into becoming one heart

one force that has been tried and has succeeded

family is created. A beautiful mother.
A faithful and unfailing father
to never cheat or leave her side
to never break the vows
that brought a gift of her to you

Marriage is more than a simple commitment of law and or conscious
It is true future's which, together and forever, were meant to be.
Forever the light shall shine from both of you and upon you
a signature glowing as you live the rest of your lives
a light of a miracle that both just simply cannot hide.
94 · Nov 2018
Dusty Antique
He sits in an empty room
An old soul that people simply don’t want.
Discarded and left to barely survive
His heart withers as he tries to prevent it
from stopping
as he has failed to thrive.
Money seems to be the lust that brings people near
The lack of it keeps him isolated, hungry, and
keeps the Grim Reaper’s vision
to take your soul, soon, in your mirror.
His worth was measured by greedy people
Claiming to care
They were but a service
Whom you had paid to be there.
As tears fall in the silent hours
Memories of your defeats
Echoes of a heart-palpitating
As the next day..he dreads.. and waking to it
Hesitating.
What is the meaning of himself?
What is his true worth?
Peter Pan Advice is all he hears
Laughing...he nods to “agree to disagree”
Always being the compromise……
He fades further away
As people fail to treat him like he toils
harder to respect
or see his true self
His life is like a dusty antique
In a shop…..dusty...gathering cobwebs
on life’s shelf.
92 · Dec 2018
The True Victor
The quiet hours pass by like turtles crawling to the shores
of life's huge oceans
However long the trip the need for it is engraved..in the hearts of those who can endure..
True Devotion.
To a task that might make one shed blood,sweat,and tears
As long as your souls fails to give in or out
The body will follow suit
We soon run out of fears.
We faced the stinging of aloneness
The burns of sun heated gravel along these streets we travel
Moments end in miles
Traveled earning much experience
You gain and earn
So never give in or up
In the end, you..this "lone conquerer" ..smiles
He holds up his head and smirks to those who once thought of him as weak
and cheered as he started to fall.
However tempted to give in to those nasty cheers of the mean-felt crowd...
He never listened...he numbed his heart and ears....
For now he has conquered and earned it - all. Of which he wanted.
He sent blessings and true heart for the healing of those wicked chanting for him..
the one who never fell...
"for true victors can share their spoils and wish all enemies..
Good Heath and a heart that shall, once again, become sweet, caring, and shall feel this warm energies and swell."
90 · Feb 2020
The Cuts of Lies
The Cuts of Lies

Russian Roulette

Every decision you make

Is there a bullet in the chamber?

For when the results end my existence

Life is at stake.

The powder is the cheers of the crowd

Enjoying the entertainment from seeing you fall

Standing like a skyscraper

Walking on the stains of your blood stained spot

Standing tall

Producing another future

To fill their hunger

The money they sow off your fallen

Ripped up and bleeding life

which they fail to even fix up with

Action over lies solving sutures.
89 · Jan 2019
Regulations of Perfection
Under the microscope
you are the bacteria
under study to make sure it's 100% perfection.
The teacher throws your Human remains through the meat grinder
Inspecting every molecule which makes up your soul
As there is no room for any ,however, other than those deemed
"a minder."
You are a puppet on strings
You must obey every tug on the strings
as being the "Black Sheep"
Never has any light from which becoming such a "new puppet" brings.
You must walk their walk
Do not show any human instincts
One false move
You are the smashed insect that has now gone on the lists of the extinct.
Talk their talk.... Be their idea of "pure.."
Better drink your Holy Water
As the hounds follow and investigate exactly where you are and where you have been.
There are no exceptions to the rules to making no mistakes
for it is your soul's light
That shall be burnt on the stake
If you show what "weaknesses" the masses wish to expel from your natural Human will
Better beg for your ability to have acceptance from "the socially pure actors"
as it shall be the loss of care and heart's light that shall place darkness upon you
as your remaining life and blood begins to spill.
83 · Jan 2020
Sickness
Sickness can distort a once clear mind.
Fever clouds the rational
Boiling away such clarity into clouds of Blind
Thoughts of darkness and of peril
"When shall this sickness leave me to peace?"
Mending the ruins that are left overs after the disease
filling  it's hunger
Once blurred sight clears
As such shall the mind
Be it ever so humble
To release a soul from a shaky bind?
74 · May 2018
Enhancement
Taking the waking breath into my lungs
I feel the sting of life pumping through my veins
My eyes open to see the colors of my reality
An entrance into the daily world...
A feeling so thrilling to my soul .....
A great force brought forth to me as it also entertains.
I continue a legacy
A story
To my future and the world around me
Building a living memory
Energies passed to others along my ways
Colors pouring from my psychic
that warms and brings forth extra tasteful details
to those in which I interact with
as they experience their fresh new days...
My presence shall change your visions of "what things shall remain routine"
from my projection of contributions
from the heart and within the expressions of the Human  Soul.
Numbers begin to rise to the team of Engineering Life's Future Arrangements of Experienced waves of freshly defining moments
to future living souls...
The world of Life...
Now more enhanced, interactive, and stronger in energies
Invites the children of the future
The Newest  roles
to make additions to this foundation to the future
that we have created
as gifts to the children of the future...
we offer such
to better this still brilliant and exciting world of united souls
creating experiences fresh along days unfolding
New and enhanced awakenings to days like such
will empower the newer pathways in souls journeys
events and wills map's strolls.
73 · Jan 2020
Night Moves Warmth
My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong

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

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

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

The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real

Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near

we fuse together.

Real love and the desire for one another satisfied

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

Forever.

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

we know the attraction is here…

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

as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love

between two people from two far away places

Sweat draws full and near…

Our hearts begin to swoon….

as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another

in pure exotic form..

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

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

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

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

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

lock

as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.
68 · Jan 2020
Shards
Shards of pain

Stabbing my heart

Cutting my soul

Burning my endurance

I refrain…..

Holding back the tears

to mark the cuts of agony

Hiding the facts that this pain is starting to take the best of me

Jailed within the limitations of agony

That no pain killer can numb

Such relays and impulses

Where the problem started

In my soul in infamy

If I were a boxer

I would be the Grand Champion

As I fight the signals of pain

and I pull from my heart and soul, these shards..

Of the broken glass which was my fragile jewel

Of a heart

Now shattered and needing glue to put back the pieces

To end another night of this existence without hearts and remedies that I need

As I hemorrhage and then wait for time to heal

these wounds that were part of my cut-up body

That infliction of heart’s disease

  and inner turmoil destroyed

to a point

Now I’m the tougher man, healing…

A safe holding memories and plans for a future

that no thief could ever steal.
67 · Dec 2018
Merry Holidays
Merry Holidays

The music blasts through your head

All the stores and televisions rant about this

season long celebration to countdown to that one day.

Cold winds blow as you have a lack of connections

to stay social.

At least your heart still beats

Big and true

Something special.

No exchange of presents

No dinner with family and friends

Cold stares at a clock

Creative notions passes the quiet ways

past a sad moment

My will is strong

I hope the best for everyone

As this lone wolf travels about

Getting through days called “holidays”

to pass about and end.
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