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Remembrance and photo albums.
Such items open up portals, to other souls, through time and space.
The moment where you were left there in a photo frame...
Is the place, where your heart recalls, that warm feeling of that time and embrace.
Family.
Lovers.
Past friends and newer foes....
Only the experience through these ages can one define us from those average joeys.
In the fields of hard times and the blackouts due to the Hysteria of Joy to Successes..
Opening up to a photo in an album can be the only force to make the one opening such, to "Confess.."
To one soul wishing to relive
The event and time that only the gift that a photo can give....
Helps us embrace and honor those we lost.
Understand our part in situations...
To understand how to comfort and honor one's strength during a loss.
The Photo in that photo album closes the portal to memories and "Astral Planes" in which we relive.
Moments in time. The gift that only  a photo in the photo album, such miracle of gifts, that only such portals in one's history can "sketches in history" give.
664 · Jun 2021
Stagnant Waters
Waters frozen in time
A Stagnant waters
Holding the Debris of the Past
In wrappers, Lilly pads, and used masks
So sublime.
Limited Time
You never realize how much time you have lost
Until you are "frozen in time"
From Virus Conditions to World Government Unrest
Your youth starts to shake in fear
as well as your mature part
Will I drown in a Body of Water like this?
In the Future in which I am headed?
Maybe so if I fail to keep active and vigil
and allow my soul to be ****** in and sink in Feelings
Resulting in The Frozen Ices of "Dread."
659 · Aug 2015
empty Lot
Over and over again they tell you that  they "care."A few misguided or untruthful words
leave another spot that is vacant there.
Sometimes the heart can only take so many people leaving
until it freezes and trusts no longer.
Why do you stay with someone?
Why would you care?
How would you effect them if you just left them there ?
Would this breaking heart become any stronger?
Money becomes a factor.
Respect becomes thin.
Why should I give up and let the soul suckers win?
So I stay strong, out of need, and look for another to fill the spot
that the last false friend drove off and left me an empty lot.
653 · Dec 2015
Camelot
Walls of Brick
Soldiers Clad in Iron
Towers that pointed up to the sun...
Lined a city in the Dark Ages
Deemed as a "Myth"
Camelot holds secrets
Which have never been uncovered..
Replaced history
A true place lost and  changed in time...
Due to whimsical movies and books lined with a children's story.
The grounds no longer hold a building...
The Legend Remains...
Soldiers fighting for honor and for their kings
and the well kept treasures valued to the lands...
Camelot was a lifestyle and Magical Icon
Now it is a trademarked brand.
Rest in pieces unknown land...
Until we meet again and unearth your true heritage
Let's enjoy people's myths of you upon bright lit stages.
650 · Jun 2016
The Fighter Within
He was the toughest fighter.
In and out of the ring.
He fought for his title and for his fight to stay alive.
If I had to be In Ali's shoes
I would appreciate the cost of a Hit.
Especially if one landed me in "Life's Pit."
Blocking the blows that hit not just my face
However, also hitting my heart....
I can truly admire the man who made it as a boxer from his humble start.
A family man.
A believer in "equal" crowds....
His dying wish made me look back at a legend
Feeling for him and his journey, quite proud.
He was a great fighter in and out of the ring.
Mohammad Ali......
I still hear your bells ring.
This poem is dedicated to a great boxer, family man, and true caring individual. My boxing hero, "Mohammad Ali."
I remain without rest.
Not only the pain from my back and shooting nerves is
The way of me that you got the best.
Assumptions of insanity
Pointed out by a shaky and hypocritical fingers
I remained stronger
The super hero in my still lingers.
I fought your labels
I shook off the weight
For this pure and true spirit
He knows that you are also spoken
Silent blessings to you and your hate
Caused by this hectic world
That conditions one to fall
Without reason or providing a way out
If we were to bond together in true care
This Superman will fly with you, my Louis Lane
Busting out of the walls
That contains the insane.
Those who love to be sick remained lost.
I was glad to fly away.
Until one day you shall reach for the one
Who never wished to see you be losing your self.
Such is worth fighting a heavy and emotional cost.
648 · Jun 2021
Broke Open Mind
I awakened to a bright light
A feeling of energy and of Emotion
The likes of which
I have never conceived or even contemplated
My once closed mind has been broke open
A rare situation in a Fear-Filled Life
A Once Narcistic Soul
Now Humble and Glistening
With true sounds of wisdom
Then of sharing Ideals and Thoughts with others
There are , now, no more boundaries that keep me
From free falling into clear waters of cleansed thoughts
A pool of creative, heartfelt, and Spiritual Energies
Created by those other open and true minds
which fill the emptiness of this world
With these big, blue oceans of Bright Hearted Humanity
Age is a man made measurement
Called "the calendar and clock of life.".
Age never defines as to what portion of from when we were born
To when "We should" be "able to do"
As we compare to other's development
We seek determined to reach before or after In the usage of measuring
Unique beings steps upward
To what timely pace we need to make these steps of evolvement
The age measurement never supported
When or at what measurement of such who we should or should not love
When to love
Consider ourselves at what steps
On the ladder of life we should be at
In youthful strides or to when we should from
Activities of life or energies we are
Supposed to obtain, keep, have, or retire from
Clear the calender and clocks from
Existence
Who and  what we have left
Are Human Beings
UNIQUELY Designed ENTITIES
Who all deserve their choice above ages definition of scheduling
As our souls always have the last say and assignment of what,when, and how life is explored and what energies  it is able to keep hold off.
646 · Jul 2018
Soul's Kitchen
A fresh and new awakening
I have released from my inner glow
A personality recipe with added seasoning
A new taste for the me that no one knows
such an untried cookie
a new dish to present beauty in untried ways
I present in my soul's kitchen
as I live out each and every newer day.
So, come to my Restaurant and order up a dish
You shall be glad you tried my "soul's Glow"
For a taste of my tasteful new menu
One that shall surpass even the most stubborn of soul tastes
A worthwhile soup from me to you.
Visit today
or any time you like
My Soul's Kitchen is hot on the world's scene
Don't "knock my recipes until you've tried them"
You might miss out on a new award-winning bowl
Of my tasty new signature restaurant feature
In each hearty bowl.
Words you've thrown
My soul has a busted view
Breaking this window with your jagged stones.
Picking up the pieces
In a rush to beat the ticking of the clock
Minutes measure the moments as each
Pile of material must be put in stock.
Measuring the value in each item
Such my scale weighs very carefully
As not to miss a diamond in a mound of
Hay.
Sifting through the bails
Is worth my hard work
As life needs less weight of worry
As the winds pushes with a boat to sail.
Life's seas of wonder we travel
as friends are my crew
Aboard
My life boat to A brighter world
A destination of well discovered gravel.
A short passage of how moments that come to us as hurt and damage  can be valued as building strength with the support of those closest to us.
631 · Nov 2015
An inner Child
Looking up to the deep,blue skies, I started to flash back to my childhood.
My innocence.
My Health.
My Imagination that was so powerful and so inventive.
Floating back from the moment that I was in, such memories brought me to a greater frame of mind.
Sweetly Pure were My Daydreams. The feeling quite Intensive .
Even as an adult, I have the same powerful Imagination.
The same fresh excitement to the simple elements of life.
Snowflakes.
Raindrops.
Thunder.
Those shadows at night that bring forth thoughts that cut into you, like a knife.
I started to giggle as my friend looked at me in question.
"What's so funny?"
I turned my eyes to look into his.
"I'm a reborn child..."
"The color in life is yours. Let your inner child come out."
Never let go of your youthful traits.
From such...You have become a brand new Human invention.
627 · May 2015
Mother's Day
She brought me into this world...a miracle...some many years ago.
Gazing at her photograph, I smile, as part of her, in me, glows.
More than my protector, my life's mentor, and punisher...
She gave me some of the talents I hold dear inside of my heart.
Gifts of magic that I inherited directly from her.

I close my eyes and return to when she was still with me.
Her voice... her laughs...... her beauty as it shone in my eyes.

She always taught me "where there is a will... there is a way"
"Seek your strengths and put aside your ego...see what shines.."
"For you are a unique addition to this world..." opening my lids..
Letting out some needed sighs..

I noticed that all these years....I was never alone. Her spirit has been with me.
Of the beautiful woman that helped to create the artistic marvel that is me.

This celebration rings on every year. To all the wonderful mothers standing proud beside their children.....

A "Toast of a Happy Mother's Day.." I raise my glass to all of you who work so hard to make successful sister and brothers.
626 · Oct 2018
Still Slugging
Where does one go
when there is no new show?
A lack of an act
in which to invest in your time
Eats your soul away
with the loss of every silver dime.
I have the fight left to fight the "life's thieves"
You feel punch drunk
like a fighter fighting just to stay in one click of a moment
of joy and fellowship.
Here it goes..let's get this slug fest over
and let me be free to have freedom of movement...
Into life's light and partnership.
622 · Apr 2015
Doors
One door opens

Another Door Slams

The difference in both are the lessons behind both.

Doors are barriers.. to keep one out.. to allow the entrance

Meanings as found in the rooms and places the open pathway leads…

Keys are not the only items that open such devices.

Words…. Steps one has taken…. even moments from one’s  past history

Has defined what pathway opens and which ones stand still frozen in time.

Mystery in which we hold in questions of what is  behind one door

Urges us to find any means we can find to open it…..

After such, what we hold valuable always stems from within our souls.

A doorway isn’t just a passageway to get us from point a to point b….

Also, these doors are “lids” to “treasures” one lost world left behind…

To what we now have found.

So, once you have found passage through the entryway of interest…

Know that every step is a beautiful journey and an educational routine..

Lands that turn a colorless world into a rich and vibrant one.
618 · Sep 2018
That Remains
That Remains..
Of my soul... ****** dry by the leeches of disaster
My blood is gone... My Zombie-fied  body aches to bleed, once again.
I'm a sponge dried out. Under the Sun.
I need water, to drink. To get back to the fluid master...
of getting "back to life"
Becoming more human.. this boil sets to bust
In need of relief of the torment of walking on eggshells
To avoid a nuclear chain reaction..
Caught in the middle of the battle grounds....
I'm the old and dying car that has been left in the junkyard to rust.
To have the ability to smell the roses, once again..
As my nose has been cut off to spite my face
My rebellion to ask for a "helping hand"
Infected me..then the community like a deadly virus..
It spread throughout my loving community and infected
all to grow green, sick, hard, and drug into crazy days
As an army of those who tossed away their hearts..
Not only destroyed his and their brains..
Hungry for more of "true Feeling" Hunger ways..
"Give me the vaccine or cure"
So I can become beautifully flawed as a Human
Since this Monster's once Human heart
Seems like a bright light which is now dulled to a Memories Blur
612 · Oct 2016
The Millennium Force
Shot out like a bullet...
Faster and Faster You go....
The Millennium Force Bleeds you through it's rails
Leaving your brain behind as your body does go....
A mean coaster with a fast temper...
It changes time like a time machine.....
As your mind returns as your body feels like it was shot full of nails.
Seated on an island.....
So Beautiful and Blue...Lakes surround it's Island.
Take a ride if you dare....
Since your the kind who doesn't mind to be shot far off the land....
A Hundred Miles up and then straight down...
As your body pukes out the fright...
Your brain kisses the ending....
Kissing the land
When your Vertigo leaves and finally allows you to stand.
Cedar Point is the place for rest and thrills.
You sleep like a rock.....
As your dreams shine and your body rests from fear's chills.
611 · Dec 2015
Work Vests
Working hands
A passionate heart
New products and ideas brought to a vibrant start.
Hard labor
Money to perfect a love
For one's industry and product
Packaged neatly and lovingly with a bow.
Scars on the hands that mark their dedicated years
of seeing their market through
To the end and passed to the younger family
Lights the flame and melts away cold fears.
Fuels our economy
Solid markings for a brighter future
The hands of the handyman never rest
Until every tool has been worn down in their work vests.
607 · Aug 2017
Smokey and The Bandit
So the night kicks in
As well as the starter to thoughts engine
Alike a car
If not steered to the proper destination
It crashes and burns
Leaving the mind the casualty
One doesn't go very far
If the passengers fall asleep at the wheel
And forget where to turn...
Down a dead end road

Never forgetting another's mistake
As while plotting the destination on friendship's map
It's a trip to devastation
Two repair the damage by letting go of this
"travel spot"
Marking it "crap."
Returning to the onward trip of togetherness
Driving down the freeways to enjoy the worst and the best of moments..
The "smokey" enjoying moments chasing "the Bandit"
The lack of the driver
as viewed outside of your
Narrow lack of trustfulness...
Never sees the "miracle of payment of affordable
Friendship endeavors down the lane."
To the finish line..
As "outsmarting" the race to "outshine the lawgiver who hands out stronger love."
Can make two people remain lost on these challenges called "dead end roads"
And leave them crashed and lost
By not rejoining the race and being stubborn for a "short cut.."
They remain a wreck together
The cost
Misery views as...
"A Crumbed wreckage such deeply intertwined."
The aftermath was a sought life's destination race"
A prize by such "poor driving"
That was so blindly lost.
598 · Dec 2015
Life's Cook Book
Patience.
Sometimes the word is hard to even say.
When one moment..
When one  outcome....
Fuels the need to rush.
Instead of enjoying a slow and detailed way.
As The future is always uncertain...
Not even a Psychic on a hot-line can tell you a sure outcome for such..
The heat starts a boil....
Inside of our souls.
To quicken to an answer to our questions to "What?"
Like a child awaiting Santa on a Christmas Evening....
We  push until speedy answers become a crutch.
As we rush we create our own diluted outcome or result to a passion..
A finished product...
A Sealed Deal at Work....
To hear an answer "right away!"
We fail to see a more beautiful "finish line" as in the tale of "the Tortoise and The Hare"
Who race against each other in deep passion.
The Tortoise wins by being himself, "Slow and Steady."
While the Hare burns up the track and himself to powder
Due to his ill-faded "speedy line" fashion.
Rushing burns the future to a thin and diluted soup
As we allow the moment, instead, to slowly simmer and cook...
We enjoy the spoils of flavor as we follow the steps..
Enjoying the pages read when cooking up memories in
"Life's Cook Book."
598 · May 2018
Bleeding to almost death
I hibernated for almost 4 days
Stressed to a breakdown
Reminders of what people want
Money lost
What a taunt
Defeat and anger
you wish to show your weakness
Curling into a ball
Dreams flow
Of what you want and miss in your life
You feel as if you lost
the battle of succeeding in your life
Bleeding from the cuts of debt and your artistic words remaining uncounted
Hemorrhaging  to the almost death of your talents was your cost
You try to resurrect your skills and expression to the world
these "bloodsucker" leaches hit you once, again
The fight that's left inside of you
is all that's left to keep this life source from dying out
Now, I'll give back to you what you gave
I refuse to let my love of expression be buried in any grave.
598 · Sep 2016
Another Sold Out Show
Tears swell in the corners of my tired and weary sad eyes.
I am a pearl. Now trapped inside of an Oyster.
If I could find a way out, then the shell would open.
My beauty then shines and brings forth beauty's sighs.
Mistakes. I've made plenty.
I do walk a tight rope. I'm in the Circus.
I walk this "thin line" to "Prove my new act."
However, I sometimes become tipsy. I stagger over.
I find my balancing pole.
I stand tall and walk up and down a once impossible trail.
I have found my "Four Leaf Clover."
Learning from others whom I look up too.
Bright lights which shine.
The "Dr. Marian Luther King,jr.'s, the Kennedy's, and the Elton John's" in people's higher qualities is what gets me by.
I followed their lead and left the "big top."
I earned my ticket on board a train to Broadway.
Where drama, mistakes, and success make one a Hero or a Legend.
Instead of an outcast, a mistake that was made too many times, and also a lone Ranger. Who has  a bounty on his head so high that people seek him out to cash in his life. Rather than to watch him perform his "act."
I've cleaned the rough edges.
I wipe the tears from my tired eyes.
I take advantage of a well earned sleep.
This "actor," now on Broadway, dreams deep.
Planning his next story line on his typewriter.
For his once mysterious and unclear story, "of  his life," has now been best told on the stages of the Legends and Stories. Where they have  already been expressed upon them.
Long before a rocky end due to a man never "seeing the candle" that e was
"In the wind" as Elton sang so beautiful of Maryilyn Monroe.
He never was "blown to darkness and smoke." from clinging to his older "act."
He now shines brighter, still.
He is the Actor who earned his presence on the stages of history.
He has created another "Sold out show."
596 · Jun 2015
Useless Pride
I grew up out of my "High School" clique years.
Here's a cheer to the adult which shouted,"Get up and BE A Man!"
From within my heart.... The strongest power of all...
Chased away my truest of fears.
"Will people except the real me?"
"Will I Succeed?"
"Do I Need to be alike those I seek audience from?"
Hide?
I did such. For a while.... until reality shocked me
out of which was stalling me on life's ladder due to my false pride.
Real friendships were made.
Real creative talent was discovered and was used for the true light in life..
A smile on the faces around me.
Shaking a firm and real hand.
Being "well put together" as a once drawn out and incomplete puzzle.
Never looking for the truest of pieces to complete the truest of beautiful views..
I lost out on time, true heartfelt connections to other ideal hearts, and in the shadows I would hide... Until, as when I needed it the most,
I was scared to the REAL Vision...Completing My Puzzle..
As I snapped out of my blindness which was my heavy and useless pride.
580 · Aug 2015
The Cost Of Experience
Unless some things are lost
There is nothing to gain.

Growing through life's showers
Help's one to deal with true pain.

Once the storm of life has passed
The sun shall pop out
warming the soul
Leaving one happy and with their dry tears that have passed.

One cannot understand the value of some thing
or some one
unles they have been lost...

However, experience in life does has its cost.
Masks are faces in which people hide their fear, pain, and heart.
In fears and pain most of us are dramatic play-writes
Finishing a Shakespearean drama with laughter masking the tears of pain as we struggle, in life, with it's beasts of torment...With our sword of strength we use in the fights.
The ****** after being
the remains of our broken souls
Upon finding that trustworthy partner, in life, friend or lover...
We show our true faces and bear all.
Together...
Sharing the burdens, laughter, pains, and drama that comes from being
"Cast into our drama and our life's stages.."
We, in turn, start writing our life's memoirs, together.
Happy to bear the wages...
Sometimes lost to the battles won after our "Play Bill" is filled as with each act in our "Scripts."
Our families...
We are made up of fellow play writes who can, in front of such people, take off our masks and allow the illusions in which we have created, to dissipate and clear like smog...
We can allow our hair to fall down...Like "Rapunzel..."
and leave our "Protective sheltered towers"
and bear life's played out tragedies, together.
As friends and people in relations of sharing equal support and interest in roaming where our "act" tours....
We remain true and bonded, together, as such beautiful sights are to be taken in....
We skip down the remained of "The Yellow Bricked Road"
as we finally reached the "Emerald City.."
as we passed through the acres of colorful flowers.
Alike Dorthy and her new found friends....
We enjoy the journies, in one another's existances and roles in our plays of life, retiring only when our souls also reach their true found ends.
579 · Nov 2015
wheretogoitis
Why must I feel this void?
Emptiness to fill with, questions?
On how or what to fill it with.
Maybe a new car or reaching Fame's status?
Get a Nobel Peace Prize and Solve the World's Dilemmas.
Even though I feel alone without a light to shine my pathway
Down the corridor to the right way to fill life's emptiness?
I see my achievements. I mark my calendar.
Maybe the end of this man's lifespan ,in length of times to come,
It isn't many calendars afar.
I feel numb to once exciting and fulfilled activities ..
The Lack of cheers, funds to spend for a more colorful life, or notoriety published for things I've created in my name..
To show in history books..?
To enjoy fruits of my toil and Labor..?
Much Needed Acknowledgement for a gift of artistic love to my community?
Could it be me feeling like a small ant in a huge colony called my "City?"
Eventually, I shall find my answers and my way. A little help from spectators couldn't hurt.
When romance is never and closer.
When long and quiet nights go on without my love's signal
noticed as I see her return my flirts?
I thirst for a bottle of excitement and a sweet pastry of romance to dine on, these frightful nights.
Finished with Chocolate Emmy Truffles and a glass of a family labeled milk?
Here I lie shaking with fright.
I know I'm simply longing for a more eventful existence within excitement's vine swung to a surprise ending...
to this life with success and a wedding ring?
A man old enough to research his life that has fallen ill with "wheretogoitis" cured by mature hands of a doctor, that is in me, to learn to reimagine himself and just be able, inside, to earn the drug, the curing chemical witch  such is Newermomentus Fastistique?
576 · Oct 2016
A cheer to Mr.Summertime
The nights grow long
As the days grow even shorter.
The trees do the dance of "Autumn's Colors"
While the winds, blow cooler, and the Earth starts to wind down for Winter's sleep for starters.
The whole process creates a "new season's passion" in my heart.
People change their swim suits for a more "warmer" fashion.
The days gave us the sun to warm and entertain us
Through the summer through "the dance of the shadows."
Now the "hallow's eve," which lies before us
Creates the chance to plan the best costumes and funniest "drunken nights" as those intoxicated sing in chorus.
I sleep in with "daylight savings time"
As I cheer with my cup in hand....
A "toast"
In cheer until next year to "me. Summertime."
568 · Jul 2015
Mokingbird
The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun.
Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one...

Who loved another
Expected nothing...gave all they had

Strength
Adoration...

The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads....

Closed minds fuse with blind rage
shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage.

As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath...

The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage
The heart beats back to life
Wounded flies from closed up cages.

Have you seen her? My mokingbird...
Us two hearts singing as one

Fused by truth
True harmonies....

Open the mind.......
Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."
568 · Dec 2016
Confidence
Waking into reality
Flashing back to sunlight from a dream.
Some scenes from a disaster.  
Playing on my minds video screeen.
Feelings of anger form from senseless neglect
Self preservation turns the feeling into understanding
The sunlight
Even through the cold winter air
Warms my senses
Ohh so warm and true meditation
For a broken soul now band aided back together
Faced with obstacles of another day
Ready for the games to play to earn needed success points
Confidence , inside, is here to stay.
560 · Jun 2015
Rainbird
Time Flies By
You are the Bird on a Wing.
Flying with your Flock
As you fly
You sing

High above the clouds you soar...
such a great feeling
Than being grounded  before.

Nothing to hold you back
Fearless like an Eagle

You are the "RainBird"
with the winds of strength to guide your attack.
557 · May 2017
A true astral meet up
A true astral meet up
She was in my dreams.
A connection.
In astral plains.
We walked and became closer.
Justice connected between lands, beautiful running video mind streams.
We were there, together, as one. 
Growing. Bonding. Fusing.
Such was a real interaction. 
We could touch, smell, taste, and hear one another. 
Real actions 
In fate.
She taught me as in which I could relate.
In feelings.
My brunette beauty. Her beautiful soul.
She had sought me.
Her soul and mind had reached out for mine.
We roamed, the streets of the city, for hours, free.
Together.
Holding one another. 
As she had told me and had shown me where to find her.
How to keep her heart.
Why she chose mine.
In her life….
As her needed part.
Turning on my phone….her photo appeared.
My mind blazed in awe….
Just as she had appeared, in connection to me, in astral dreams to me in visions and form….
In this photograph….. Victoria was true to form.
We got to know the parts that made up one another.
Our hobbies, loves, values, family, fashions, and personality….
Hard to believe?
We were there. 
Just as she shall see in my photos and read in this passage…
A true venture into a magical trip, late last night..
In a beautiful visitation and “dreamlike” message…
Even after we had awakened… we both held in such memories….
Just because something seems “too impossible ” or “too unexplainable ”
Doesn’t make our relationship unavoidable..
Untrue….
Or “non like a true path’s crossing.”
Intrigue and passion….
Question of the outcome…
And a beautiful future , forever, make this trip worth investing into “reality” 
To “meet up in awakened physical form”
To share a rightful fate in a sweet life, finding each other in a huge world, in this “spatial” 
Reality formed into a “factual” loving and binding
Possible matrimony.
555 · Nov 2014
She Is Still Shining Bright
She is Still shining bright
Dedicated To Selena Perez, A Brilliant Musical Soul.

As Written By Kevin Micheal Kappler


She is Still shining bright

A soul thought into permanent “rest”

I see her shining upon my body

A secret rendezvous

We greet one another every night

She still sings to me

A sweet and Welcoming tone

Of a Spanish Melody

She always makes me feel at home .

Surely the one that she also visits at night

Sees the Moon Goddess as she holds him tight.

Dries our tears

Fills up once void and empty years

I am truly dreaming “of you tonight….”

For every tomorrow

The Moon Goddess visits her dearest

Souls together

We dance in rainy streets

Now sun dried

Together and forever.
555 · Jun 2019
The Poetic Legend
She lived through a lot.
A poetic soul
Who's magic entertained generations
of Suspense and Joy her writing brought.
After many years of continuing through
devastations and personal trials..
Until her end..she never quit.
He writing moves me, still...
Unique of many styles.
Dedicated To The Memory Of Louis Duncan. Writer and Inspiration for my poetry.
551 · Nov 2015
Paris
The City of Love become under attack.
Forced fears in beloved Paris....
Tears of Pain brought through gunshots and some bloodshed.
What was the message that the gunman had to share?
To disrupt peaceful life as acted through a mind that had surely cracked?
Permanent words imprinted into those victims who were wounded and some are now dead.
Due to attention sought by a blood-thirsty trigger-man  
Disrupted Views by innocent eyes of those enjoying a star-filled night
As the violent ones carried on their plans to write a darker future...
For the "City Of Love"
Now tonight, hence carried the name; "City Of Cold Fright."
Blessings and warmth from around the globe are energizing those lost and who were forced to endure...
A part in their lives, which souls were forced to take cover and take flight in;  the reason for such remains unsure.
Why must we suffer or die to satisfy an evil need?
A Dark Hunger?
Or A Delusional mind believing they had a reason.....
To act on an urge to hurt a city of wonder in their treason?
We are united in remembering those lost and or scared.
In this night of horror and unneeded terror.
Heal your hearts...Dry Your Tears.......Feel Our Hearts Powerful Energies that shall see you through the journey you need to mend.
Justice will be found for you.
Violent voices shall be forever silenced and never be allowed to speak again...
As we are love united.
A troubled world to be changed by us strong women and men.
550 · Apr 2016
One
One
Hold me close.
Let me feel your breaths as you take every one.
Feeling your warm body to mine.
We are safe from the world.
We are locked in Astral Dreams, traveling alone.
Landscapes of plenty.
Not a worry and or a care.
We fly, high, together holding hands like
"Superman and Supergirl"
As we flash to romantic destinations....enjoying the sunsets and sunrises
Eyes locked together as our love's energies start to spike.
Warm and sweet kisses.
Gently caresses and true loving words.
Keeping one another safe and happy....is our number one goal.
As the feeling of victory, that we have won , together
Fuses our souls, as one, stronger internal flame, forever.
542 · Mar 2018
The Laughing Joker
He has been the joke
Until the card was dealt.
You wanted from me but never gave back
Now the joker is rising. Sick as hell.
He'll cut the laughs with a "whack!"
They claim to enjoy my company.
Was it money, the laughs at my failing life?
Or the times you told me to finish suicide as I held a sharp knife?
Never again. My trust and care is dwindling away
Lies can only be believed a few times
Before your routines are figured out
And this Joker kills his situation with some whack rimes.
I have seldom to be taken seriously.
All that I loved was blown off.
So here is the Joker's Card and a *******
To those who thought they could keep me there like a controlled puppet.
To those "strings attached.." "You are cut off."
I don't need to hear your moral speeches or how you think I've failed to care for you
when I've done so all these years
so you failed to understand the reasoning behind my fears and dropping tears.
As you failed to give back to me, equally..
In feeling and funds....
I share fill the void in you...
The unseen pit of your undisclosed fears
As you think you can control me
and I do not know how to fend for myself.
Just try me.
All the Joker shall leave you is the shell, that has been emptying me, as I shall you. Leaving your bleeding heart
In the space where you once left mine, the same, on your greedy shelf.
540 · Aug 2015
Path of The Dove
One Moment....They Love you Like a Miracle
The Next Moment ...... Silence Reigns Over the Land
As they Vanish.... A frozen dagger in your chest like an Ice-cycle.
Feelings Ice Over.... Winter in Alice's Wonderland.

Where did we go? What happened to us?
No answers to the questions that eat away at our heart
Until it can no longer beat....... It is a worthless piece of metal with rust.

Tears wash the dry eyes that mark the nights we failed to sleep
Avoiding the storybook movies that play in our minds at night
Which are our Nightmares....... Blood pricked from
The Spinning Wheel... You Become the "sleeping Beauty..."
Baggage weighs one to their knees in fright.

Breaking the chains of dependency, I escaped "Heartbreak Hotel."
Now the vacancy is yours for a newer "tall tale"
for you to tell Yourself in the mirror... when nobody's home.
Even the dedicated fairies lost sight of hope in our desperate path
which we called "love."

Now that we are walking on two separate and much brightly lit paths
We escape despair's cages....
A beautiful flying and free White Winged Dove.
535 · Mar 2018
Camera Shy
There once was a time when I loved to be in the sight of a lens.
Singing, sharing my humor, or sharing moments of my life through the recorded glances..
That are but windows into my less intimate picture and the role that I play in this movie called "Life."
The lessons I had learned, as I watched other's visions that they had created of the previews of the movies that is their "Life's Movie Masterpiece"
I experience a loss of interest due to the over-acting and overly complex and expensive sets in which they tried way too hard to earn another soul to climb with them
up to the top of their journey's ladder.
Almost the most beautiful views, of movies I have stayed and enjoyed different life views, were the children.
They laughed, they were free, and it was a simple set.
Them, me, an enjoyable moment, and no worries or cares about costumes or items.
The imagination to create "something out of what appears to be another or nothing, " inspired me
It taught me to "act within my true inner, younger,  imaginative, and loving nature"
as imagination is the "secret flavor" and the "simple actor's Prop"
Just one  hand grabbing mine just to share "who they are and wish to be"
"Learning who I am as a role in their show and future contract to innocence and bright life's creativity.."
Children worry not about fame, money, war, lust, and or power.
They just are actors like comedians or drama players playing in a full length improve comedy. Even drama.
Such theatres, I then could view "filled to the brim.."
As patrons respected the whimsical and sweet times of youth rather than the other movies of heartbreak, loss, or Growing Pains and Their Traumas.
I chose not to lie down to let fools win.
I got back up from a fall
Reaching higher for the light in my life
And standing taller before I fell and the hurt did begin.
My huge heart told my legs "get up!"
My spirit spoke to my eyes "now see!"
The best advice in my life, alone, it didn't. Hold a big enough spark.
Until friends of true heart added their hand.
A vital ingredient.
For a new "brew" to drink after success's cups were raised.
Seeking nothing but respect and true gratefulness..
A newer life created...from the one fallen..
Such a new drink is called "unrelenting"
To the older drink which we chose to cheer with
"numbness"
Avoiding challenges we became reckless.
Then after broken bones heal
After our fall...
Out senses and spirit grow through healing and such help us survive.
To create our brighter future
Raise your drink...
A toast to our well earned "happy ever after it all!"
531 · Mar 2019
The White Winged Dove
She has leather
Golden locks
And wears plenty of Lace.
The golden heart
Has shown plenty of Grace,
She has earned plenty of days in Shanghai-La
She's even more beautiful at her age
The gypsy sparkles
As she dances
Singing
A "white winging dove"
It sounds like "she has been singing"
Music to my heart
Peace Bells are ringing.
Sparkling from her shine
I've been under her sweet spell for years
My midnight dream is clear
How I wish she was mine.
Dedicated To Stevie Nicks. An angel and sweet legend.
524 · Mar 2019
Life's Gallery
Foggy memories
A dream or a nightmare?
Pain and stress...misery.
Whack...Whack!!!!
Give me the pills for the pain....
Hell, I'm a little quack!
I strike hard to make the ball a winning shot.
I sweat hard..giving life ..
all of the remaining strength that I've got.
Down the same old halls...every day.
A gallery of my life.
I smile at the visions.
For I've survived ....
I deserved a name plate...below the art
I survived over every hectic way.
(C)2019 Kevin Michael Kappler Life's Gallery
515 · Apr 2015
The Sailor
Days I've fought through
Became victories in a sweeter end.
Sipping the wines of the sweet nectar of achievement
My bright light to those around I send.
Once the rains of self doubt flooded the spaces of my free soul....
No tools to stay dry
I sank to the bottom  of the flooding core
Shackling my feet  down to despair's sea floor.
Blind of a way to save myself
I allowed myself to slowly drown in my own tears.
A hand pushed down with a ray of hope...
A diver pulled me up and taught me how to fight
The vicious monsters of fear.
My "Moby ****" is now a dear friend.
We sip the nectar of hope as we share a peace-pipe of unity.
Now, I am my own captain.
I sail in the deep blue waters of life's sea.
I often look at the diver's mask he left hanging on my cabin wall
In remembrance of what it means to be a true sailor..
To never let my ship sink when challenged by a call....
to the bottom....despair's weight...
of despair's blast
A torpedo  shot
As  a message  of darkness
I now shine at the helm.. of my ship... behind it's wheel
a winner gliding the tops of the sea
Never drowning from the lack of my life's tools which built  my ship
Free of despair's weight that draws me down as a failure.
514 · Jul 2016
Self Pity Demon
The inner child, in me, cries through the night.
Waking the adult, I pick up the pieces.....
I wear the mask...To hide my true delight.
In pity's stew I love to feed the hunger.
Basking in my self pity
It is a dark place
To hide the demon inside..
Once running after being set free....."Blood site in the city."
I enjoy the pain....Instead of the bland and Melancholia.
Here i lay in my home made cell.
Savoring the taste
Of the Charred after-math..
The Demon Returns to fight and laugh in the bowels of Hell.
512 · Sep 2021
Fused Strength
I looked up into the skies
A message blasted into my open eyes
"The World Needs A New Way"
"You Are Part of A Society"
"That needs a recharge of it's dream."
In order to live free...
to Live True...
To Become one with one another.....
We deserve a better Weather than this "Storm.."
One another - we need to remember.
This conflict is "never a norm"
Join in my strength
Fuse with me
We shall defeat this despair
Through strength.
510 · Feb 2018
Love's Arrow
Love's arrow struck my body.
Not for a simple one person lover...
However, for the people who have crossed my path.
A kiss to my supporters  
Who think of me and send me the best of wishes....
You are my everything... the energy
which charges me
Energies that help my happiness recover.
Strength to become stronger
As I send back such gifts and regift those deserving
who never left my side.
Even though you are not physically or visually here
My psychic mind hears your calls
I respond to you and send warmth your way
energies to you to strengthen your stride.
Now Cupid might set his sets to help me win the heart of
a deserving lady..which I'd love to meet
However, those who stand tall in my army of friends
are the ones he hit me with the arrow of love with
That I shall always be connected with, in deep thought of,
until all of our Eternal ends.
509 · Dec 2015
New Magic
People hold a magic of their own.
Unaware of such, their gifts go on, unused.
There are ways we travel as we dream at night.
Astral planes and magical realms in which our minds
separate from our bodies and fly like Peter Pan.
Our minds hold a magic to communicate. Without saying a certain word.
We can feel what others are feeling.Send our feelings for others to feel.
All of this might seem impossible to you. Open up your mind
and give this magic a try. It shall become all so real.
Scenes appear, in this magic, before they have happened to alert us of an opportunity to stop a tragedy before it happens.
To see an event after it happens...as a view like such of a television set,
it reveals the past and clears the mystery around the unsolved.
Look into your heart and mind. Open up your third eye and see this new magic that is now, with you ,a magically fused gift set.
506 · Feb 2019
Gambling for New way-points
One beautiful sunset

Snow sugar dusted streets and homes

Chilled winds that refresh the soul…

As one’s day starts and the alarm clock rings the start of a bet

To enjoy more than “what meets the eye.”

Inventive explorations and Creation of new mapped way-points

Mark the daring explorer as he never settles for the “lesser roll”

A gamble number landed on the tops of “life’s” challenged dice

To win a new way of life

rewriting history…

Not just for the journey man….

However, for the world…….A newer fashion added to an old passion..

A sweet and exciting mixed up “spice.”
501 · Oct 2015
The Rodent
Tears fall down my face
Empty hours that I am trapped
Inside a quiet and fearful space.
No place that people seem to understand
When this rodent needs space and land
To be around others like himself.
He tries to communicate but his words lead him to another misunderstanding.
Broke and without a way to roam
His spirit weakens and starts to die
Is there no way out of this cage?
This rodent curls in his cage's corner
Where he lies.
498 · May 2016
Cup of Life
I needed a hand
to help lift me up
My cup of life was only half full
I needed a refill
and also a hug

Now that I've been filled to the brim
I now have gotten my deepest fill
497 · Sep 2018
Trustful Demons?
I jumped too high...too far
I fell to the ground.
Dusting myself off..the demons of fear attacked.
Putting up my Fists
On Flaming Grounds..

Jack Flash failed to jump his candlestick
Hitting those who tried to drag him under from all sides..
He is trying
With what little strength is left
He grows weary and sick.

He knows not who closest to turn too
As he reached out a hand..they laughed and scolded him
In his face....Blasted flames upon his reaching fingertips

Trust chains' links broken
He begs for another tomorrow
As he brushes the chard burns off of his hips...

"Must you expect everyone to be the same?"
"Must I be cheated from my future?"
:Must I be afraid to ask for help?"
"Because you fail to believe in my truths?"
"I tried to show you, such..I'm Broken."

I walked far behind those leading...
They push me to fore fill what the don't understand
The ways they think I am roaming, aren't
the processes to health aren't worth the costs..so much
truth flows through the cracks...
as I battle those demons, still.. "Trust?"
"For the ones who listen...who don't attack"
"Finally seeing the real..truth..in me"
and then I'll follow..
if rewards find us both..
Equally.
491 · Jun 2017
Future's Pavement
The night sets in
I met my match
I lit the tension
I caught the flame
Now here is another self game
I battled this sin.
I write down fluid emotions
As I have timeless times with the world
As such out forth came my talents
To entertain my world
As I have kept struck devotion
In sweet and honest motions
A man , his world, and a great new new movie
Of his life never left to the ruins
Of neglectful ashes
He never strays
He goes forward
To a brighter future
It’s “groovy”
He’s true to his game
Now they sing out his name
In his own words
The songs he writes
His Entertainment history is made
He is seen, smiling, walking to another
Great destination on future’s pavement.
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