Alone.
I awaken , Alone.
Chills of emptiness freeze my soul
to the bone.
Emptiness without a substance
in which to fill this space..
See all of the effects mark a look
upon my face.

Energies from one to another
are powerful and fluid
Just like a radio
They are used in the same manner
to share feelings and news
However noble
no one ever watches how the use
such a powerful force
that another hurts another
even through another
misunderstanding the voice over the air waves
until the designated listener is destroyed in silent craves
that some sick or some angered chose to use as a weapon
to silence another energy not quite as shady or
as of what form of disease that the announcer directs
their audiences at..
After such voices, from the announced message, are silenced
There goes another misunderstood energy and voice
over your "empathic radio receiver" which was people
never took time to weigh out the true power or reason of
makes the subject dedicated to from all of the announcer's
"sources and feeling"
Die in vein from treason.

You might be of "a middle age"
You might have "Second Hand Clothes"
You Might not Have a fist full of fifties.

What makes you shine is above this...
You chose the right passage....

You didn't Force on Someone Some Religion
You didn't Ignore someone who was "******* their luck."
You didn't preach words, rather, you handed him a hand
and a lunch for a buck.

Big hearts don't have the need to look down on the still growing ones.
They don't need to look away from the hearts who were the older ones.
They shall stand with each other and walk.

Make changes to the world by living in harmony with one another.
Not wars to force them into beliefs or for wants or for greed.
We don't share pain, shoot down those who fly different then ourselves.
We were released from bonds
The bonds that were on our selfish prides
Trophies shared on  dusty shelves.

Mother Earth Shall Be Health and Happy
The days shall not end nor will be put to the end
By useless stereotypes, raging wars, and bored egoes of the large.

We are the true human bright hearts who want a new tomorrow..
By making today a sweet one from bright and giving light from inside us.
We are a new Earth.
People United together and who will not end...But Grow.

My efforts are strong and faithful.
I await for my spotlight.
To shine upon me and end the skeptic's rant.
On how "I cannot do everything" and often ignore my "delightful"
Ways to entertain and to brighten "their ways out of the darkness of failure"
to the bright light of success'  care?!"
What is the key to open up a door to be an equal part of "their life?"
Instead of a loner in a "non-conformer's" quiet realm?
While Working His Tools, from his inventive ideas...
as so too, the name  and his works......
Made into babbling loonie created poppycock..
The "Normal's" tagged just "humor"  of the  likes  of  Leonardo Da-vinchi
As I bang my creations, part by part, together to a miracle....
as this "hero of mine" inspires me through  my dark and present unseen "creativity."
Must it always be an art form as defined by those "Eccentric Critiques" so well known for what is to be, "Amazing?!"
Wasn't it my other hero, "Andy Warhol," who placed Soda Cans in piles to reveal his defining vision of our beloved "Marylin Monroe?!"
Yes!!!
It wasn't until  "out of the ashes of the end of his existence" that finally defined him the right as a new "form" of "art" that has now,justly been defined, as a "Must-show?!"
My Uniqueness is a way of life.
I'm no "Copy-Cat."
Inside my work shop, don't I need a view or a peer from "someone?!"
To inwardly show to the world...
a glass of wine,  "  a toast to my life's creations," to be brought to the surface from this "lake" of "Creators?!"
I, as the newer and redefining "special recipe art vat?!"
"YES!"


Producing a bold and new flavor to the palates of the taste of the "Art's Highest."

I should think of  my Creative "Galleries" to be "worthy of a footstep and a light shine.."
on my "Newest of the Unique Human Artistic Existence?!"
A Toast to that Up-Coming Future!

As my other inspirational heroes once proclaimed, in his artistic words, "To Be...."
"Or not to be...That is The Question!"

As I gaze at his,and  also  his other brethren  of an "almost the never was,"  art spirit's "legends.... "
their after-life speaks to me of spirited and powerfully lit advice  and placement....
My future and hard work... "Staying Rebellious and Unique"
I shall have guaranteed my legend's entry...
Into the galleries of "a newer history..."
Their  advice I truly live by -" I am  not only what I Chose to be..."
"I choose to be 'me,' 'truly','creatively, 'and 'worthy'  of becoming  the 'truer' and 'more uniquely'  defined 'artistic'  legend
Who is simply named  as...
"free!"

My heart beats a more brighter tune.
A light shines inside of my soul.
My ventures, to a new way on the seas of existence , have been lit.
Sails bursting with the higher winds of promise...
They breath life, newer energy, into my stride.
Walking down the  streets to the proper destinations,
I enjoy the travels.
Along the way, I see those who have bumped into me, and I smile.
I sit down.
My Anchor drops at the port of brighter  Conversation.
The lessons and wisdom  that I have been   freshly taught,  These lessons learned,  teach me better ways of working my ship.
These solutions, that  are the light in my mind, are writing a better map. Destinations to yet another stop.
In my travels.. in my life..
I  have freshly discovered, newer ways, in which to better improve, and to savour....my travels.  
Such revelations,  have hit me like a hammer.
The exchange of ideas.
Such are like precious  Gold.
Beautiful stories shared.
Defined as "Treasures."
They have made me richer,than any bank, in existence.


Shaking hands, as newly born family members,  we part ways.
Temporarily....
Until we meet again, or as these new "family members"" volunteer to add to my crew, we shall meet again.
As  My ship sails ,still,Onwardly...
Avoiding  icebergs of hopelessness.
Never sinking to the bottom, of Life's Seas,to The depths of Helplessness....
The sun still shines.
The sun sets.
As the moon shows his smile, I see even his white and bright light.
I smile back.
A captain at his wheel. At the Helm.
I am determined to venture the islands of new found treasures.
To add to my  life's wealth.
I earned my haul. A sailor with hs crew.

We sail together on a ship that we have  created , together.
Life is a rough sea.
We learn how to tame her.
We are all sailors who must learn to navigate waters less calm. To find a better route.
To these "ïslands of treasure."
Landing on such, when we set anchor, we explore the lands, and make our "rest stop."
We shall give and also  exchange,  such "treasures of experience."
The finest Gems, handed down to us from those "Villagers," that we have met along our voyages...
Now , with our steps walking, in paces ,together... at the same stride.
We pull anchor and set out for yet another island.
A  brighter map to lead us to  "äfter life's " destination, we read the routes; carefully.
Sailing onward until we reach such an end to our life's journey,
we enjoy songs and drinks of cheer.
As we sail, on a cruise ship made from  the hearts of my "family,"
which I have let into my soul, and I have so enjoyably  created.
Such travels start adding to my crew, of my life's ship.

Her gentle  life ended in Violence.
A part of me me that has been stripped, from my life, forever.
She sang like a rare kind of hummingbird.
She flew upon gentle wings.
Looking up to the best composers
Her vocals celebrated the songs which they sing.
A friend, a spiritual family member, and an artistic contender.
Original and true to   the end.
Her visions I shall remember, forever.
This "Blue-Hummer" was a bird who sang true from her heart.
Respectfully, I sing out , for her in remembrance.
I keep my work flowing. As she would want me to do.
To the evil who took her from the world.
Stripped, of a gift.
Her empty spot fills my heart.
That's where evil shall never make a start.

What is Valintine's day when one has not on equal response?
Family had gone.
Friends are busy with their lovers.
I feel like I'm in a war movie with Danny Glover.
The lone hours eat my sanity away like acid.
Bubbling and smoking.
Hurting and scaring.
Then here comes the antidote.
I strong will instead of ever wearing an insanity straight jacket coat.
Complaining?
Nope.
Strength is worth sharing.
With those out there, whom I've never met
Who are reading this and start caring.
This day is what you make it.
This day is an anniversary of my survival.
Thinking back
Circumstance took them away
Now comes another sunny day.
The anniversary of my heart's revival.
Our survival

I looked up at the stars
A vision came to me
Of a far off place
Millions of Light Years from where we are.
We do not need a space craft to travel there.
Just our minds, an openness to the unusual that is beauty,
and a calling to add beauty from another world...to our own..
Such is our duty.
Travel with me through the spaces to the stars...
To the golden temples of the place to a more beautiful existence
Far from what our bodies claim....
To be able to be explored, adored, and brilliant colored
By an open spirit
Spirits such as you and me...
Flying high above the heavens to the promise lands...
Here we swiftly take to flight....
You and I ...
Hand in Hand.

"It is so late at night." I agree.
However, I'd much rather see such as "it is so darned early!"
Time has two flavors.
"Half and Half" (like Creamer)
or
"Full Roasted Blends"(like cofees).
I prefer a a drink of both, thank you.
Both are "pick me ups"
However, "Full and True Flavor" is the final drink
Which I like to pour.
Dinner or Breakfeast.
Both are at "too late" or "too early" of times.
As rebelious as I like to become,
I have dinner in the morning and Breakfeast in the night time.
However your taste may be for "the flavors in life,"
I go a unique way..
"I like a little flavor" from a "lot of origins and pathways, in "Life's spicerack."
I like to "mix things up"
Rather than to stay "Organized and bland."
I grab my spoon, now, stir and enjoy a new found treat.

Money talks

Truth walks

Green paints a new world

Blood red stains the profit

of pain unfurled

From those who seek its power

Above life

A sick patient

On the operating table

Gets the treatment

Suffocation in quicksands of poverty

You bleed to death

Inspiration appears to only belong to the wealthy and their benefits

The world is in a sickening state.
Wars rage through once beautiful and peaceful lands
Stripping them of dignity, personality, and strength.
Some parts of the world are still left unseen.
Left without crucial aid to those who die uneedingly to polotic's hands.

As I watch the news or read a worn out second hand magazine
As I read as I sit and I wait for appointments or my friends to join me for dinner.
Questions arise as to why the world must remain so devided?
If the world were to compromise on pride, polotics, and expectations...
If its' citizens were allowed to unite
Simply to aid with a true and helping hand....
Oh what a beautiful and productive place this Earth could be.

Wars would not be needed out of disputes and economic starvation
Discrimination could be abolished when we see how each one of us isn't so different.

We all suffer the same and we all are blinded by pride, greed, and power.
Alas, if only thes human souls could see past their heavy and set ways..

Beyond cold polotics and being united in common grounds..
Of being Human and caring about the rest falling due to such problems..

Removing the hassles of blinding self-centered needs and the powerful wishing to stay as such...

Then this world would and could be a united and beautiful place.
I know I am only dreaming....
However, some dreams were made to come true.

Feelings of Joy from the chill
Arctic colds freeze the body
Also, it purifies the soul
Out flies astral travels of my Human will.
Visiting lands at the speed of an "Outer Body " "dream"
Landing states are quick and also unneeded
Communicates with other souls
adds to a sweeter and a more "clear eyed" vision and
a more "grander" scheme.
Fly with me upon golden wings
Join with me against star lit scenes
As we dream together, even in the real land..
as astral waves are painted with a truer light with lesser burdens...
No worldly issues..just me and you.
Maybe you've seen me enter your "dreams?"
as I joined with your soul
and beautiful travels bathed beautiful avenues
without tolls.

No person ever says, “hello.”

I search for actions

To better my existence

Fake Promises and Infractions

Of crimes plagued upon me

That others voices echoes inside of my head

“laughter “ at this joke

Why? Because he is broke? Or just “Ill?”

Is this a dream? Or a Nightmare?

Am I dead, in this quiet, before the next

Vulture who swoops down on this “seeming dead”

Soul - can’t people see that this is a “human”

in there?

Never taken seriously.

Laughing, aloud, at myself.

I look in the mirror

Like the movie “Pink Floyd the wall”

As steam and shaving foam hit the mirror.

A busted smile remains delirious.

Until my “trial”

Will people ever come any nearer?

The hours of silence **** me like cancer.
In this day and age
No one knocks on your door to see how you are doing
Or to make a new neighborhood friend.
The way you look and if a silly mistake was made
It defines if you shoul remain alone in the end.
Even during the Cold War the good hearted Russians went past a paranoid government
Past our blind government
They held out a hand
Which is worth more than any political profoundness
Between two lands
Now it is forth years. Past
I guess good habits die with vanity, stereotypes, and greed.
Nothing is lost if you greet a newcomer that you have seen
In action bear no hate.
Now what is the cost of another Allie
If the world is already sick?
Nothing! Unless your eyes are blind and cannot see.
The real truth without a single self defined lie.

I admire the Cheshire Cat
When he comes to eavesdrop on the action
He pops in with a style
When he wishes to leave...
He simply disappears.
He can turn his head upside down and reverse a frown.
He can sneak, invisibly to the queen, and wear her crown.
He then can rule everyone in a once boredom ridden town.
The laughter.
The Jokes.
His head on backwards...
He has me as an admirer...
As I love this kitty kat
Who makes the days a lot brighter.

Patience is rough
Fear blocks the warm and soothing energies from such.
What we value or have been toiling hard to work torward what we weighed  as gold
We have a ways to go
We rush through the better paths
As we rush to have what we want so much
Now...not later
I set myself up for a fall
And failing to keep energies and
Moments in balance and my eye on the true picture of my prize..
Love,career,money,and success
Has already chosen me
If I stop to smell the roses
And wisely pace and use my time
My emotions
I shall earn this reward
Rightfully
And without the measuring
The time and o erwhelming steps to such
I'll have my goals to the prize
Sooner
I know what and whom in my life I seen
For the right reasons and passions
In which wisely enjoyed patience Nd labors
I'll have such things To possess

I fell for a heart from another land.
A country of Peace and Martial Arts.
Green grasses and Banzai  trees... sweet smiles and hard workers.
Her smile melted my soul as her words she had written me
They made my heart smile.
I smile every time I look at her beautiful picture
Class,friendly times, and love for a family full of honor.
I long to fly to her
On tin wings.. To my lady from another land.
To bask in the native surroundings and molding within one another.
My heart longs for her
Even if I haven't told her such..
I know she feels my yearning to honorably be one with her spirit.
Truthiness...
In a world where lust seems to be the only expressed reward.
I value this smile and to learn of her "other land."
The orient where souls are free to be what they were design to be.

Fly on Angel
Kaitlyn ..daughter of a poetic marvel
She was taken from the world
over toxic elements shotty play in a crazy crime carnival.
Her mother tried to  find the answers
beyond the closed case performed by the hired and corrupt.
Even past such, until her legacy is forced to rest..
Her spirit, within me, is the light up in my tunnel
the warmth's best.
Lois was the name of the magic...
There shall never be the same sort of inspire
to my flame
My marvelous poetic fires.
I shall write, for you as well, Mrs. Duncan.
A great legend who's spirit is strengthening my own.
Here the angel's sing
As they fly to support us legends still working harder
and shining brighter...
As these angels fly....
Such shall be my sharing of these talents...
Until, upon angel's wings, on which I shall fly.

We are all humans.
As imperfect as we may be
Understanding is the foundation of care.
That some of us fail to see.
Money.
Property.
Fame.
Anger.
Emotions.
They cn make this foundation in which bonds are made
or it can ruin such a cemented in start
and to souls start to break apart?
We may not understand why we do the things in which we do.
However, friendship leads to the healing in the resume
to the building of trust.
As the foundation's frame of relationship's beams are fused.
If not completed...The rot alone and rust.
As such, can the Human heart.
So head the warnings that come into view.
When anger, envy, jealousy,anger, or emotions cloud your schematics of the building of the "relationship's" "Dwelling"
Clean the sites' plan and be the true you.
Through thick and thin. Through hard work.
Your hard work and loyalty shall reward you with such tat
is so much valuable than gold.
Such is a dwelling where you and that person's hearts live.
That scared "Building" in which time, keeping together,
never trusting within the rekms that lead weak into doubt....
Your rewards are crowds that live within this structure
Called "Heart's Inn."
Service, equal, we shall all give.

Life brings forth an energy that fuels our souls.

Racing down roads

Flying through skies

The finish line of a race is the paid tolls..

The plot of a story in the role of an actor..

A bitter ending to a struggle to beat some greater limitations..

Makes one an original…

To never become jagged at the edges..

Dancing in the shadows of others..

as a  cheap and  shoddy Imitation.

The Vampire rises from his sleeping chambers.
He's not after good red fluids
He fights to thirst on those "bad Bloods"
Battling the actual evil
outside of his After Life Traveled muds
In the towns that once feared him
Watching the vigilante rise and protect
those in which who feared his brothers and sisters
his Creature's Reputation
They were once to it blind
Taking down the pigs of society
The cheer drinks at the village bar with him
The Vampire warrior
Has become the King of Society's Sorority.

I've walked stairwells through an Uphill battle.
I've carried the weight of such
Upon a worn out and tired back.
You push forth and onward you have won each battle.
Over and Over
I nearly have had my knees collapse
A miracle of a "Newer wind"  blasts into my lungs.
I gain will's Blast of Needed Energies.
Onward I fight. Unto victory.
To mark my greatest comeback
Now the oppressors fall
This harsh moment is a new and well understood lesson.
To fight fear
In life's battle.
A small taste of success.
Now, in my memoirs, a sweet and well written memory.

I put my all into loving you
After such an empty glance
Some cheap advice from a someone
who already had that someone,too.

I've done my work and have been exercised by the time.
No more advice
Just your hug.....
from someone who finally knows and loves this big lug.

successful in score
Life throws one a curve ball
How you catch it
Determines the score of your life on the wall
Lit up in cheers
Sometimes you are the losing team
Don’t sulk
For success comes in many forms
Other than in fancy suits tailored at their seams.

Holidays are of what one makes of them.
No matter where we spend them or with whom we share
these times with....
It comes from the beats
of a Human Heart
from which flavor of the moments in which we place out there
Cheers to staying true,blue, and real
It takes strength to remain in such a beautiful state
The celebration of the one's who share your life
memories of those who passed on
Even just sending a text to those who think of you...
Such are things to cheer and sing
and cut the first piece of holiday pie with a favorite knife.
Traveling,stationary, or in high-octane work modes - we flow
with the beat of this season's cheerful reminder in heart
of the miracle we have been given of family, souls in memories of those we shared our life with, and the moment we have to be free and at rest
or doing such things
that bring out our best
in this life we have only one try
To remain strong, true,blue, and a force that remains
in flow to the next future and also remains in the written books of history.

My heart wished to create and inspire in a troubled world.
I sang, wrote feeling words down to inspire those who have felt lost.
My heart's  costs ,through many attempts from those in competition...
Cruel sabotage, threats,sometimes even questions concerning  my own "realness" had became their "selfish lust."
"To get Him Out Of Our Way," sadly, was their crazily obsessive goal Ending in their own dark and bleak oblivion.
You work with me and I work even harder with you.
You work harder to destroy me..I work even harder to never be like you.
You show some love for the creative gifts that I have given you......
You shall have my extra light, that shall shine down upon all who have supported and have stayed "real," too.
For life is meant to be shared with the world.. in a loving, enjoyable, and in a non evil and true self benefiting manner.
Us united artists shall stay well protected
behind
A chain linked fence
Connected  hearts ,like a one strong force.
Continuing in the site of building a defensive wall against those who try and shadow each of our own connected lights.
Blind with jealousy and bitter competitiveness.
These artists , who have become lost,down and  out..they  ended up in the grounds of the greedy and the dark; they stand lost in their own  shallowed  world of theirs..
a sad and true hateful force that shall always fail.
Due to failing to realize one thing....
Us artists..who stay real and together- we shall  never take "an eye for an eye."
We create better things in a collective soul and shed,upon  them, a brighter ray of creative and true-hearted forgiveness.

I had lost my way
through blind eyes.
I slipped off the cliff
and hung on, with dear life, by my finger tips.
On this rainy day.

Someone had taken off my sun glasses
Then He lifted me upward
Now, this dark and  blind man..
His empty life is all filled up.....

The kindness of this one kind and gentle steward
Had guided me to better ways and better lands.
The only thing he asked for in return
Was the spread of this message.

I gladly share with all of you, now.
To live a life even after a fall....
You can find another like Him and I
who shall rescue you, now, matter how....
Hard the odds weigh against you or I
We shall always make it, together.
If we never allow our newly found friendship
to crack and to fail.

Starting this “Marching Band.”
We shall all go to more enlightened
and sunniest of lands.

I am still a marble block
Being sculpted into a beautiful bust
My creator chips away
at these rough edges
To illustrate a new and inventive "crust."
At this time, such is merely a face and half a block.
Artistic Beauty
Such as Individualism takes time
There can be no Race against a clock
Aristotle, Socrates, and Di Vinci took their gift of time
to create
as a gift
Some of them, these artists were not discovered until years after their deaths
and their works remain dusty in a supply closet
Sometimes discovery happens by accident
It is not always planned
Isn't such evident?

Not for fame..But for inventiveness and a view to finally be seen by naked eyes
A name added to those legends who changed the world.

Rays of light under darkened skies.

Society takes too much "pride" in only mingling with "equal levels"
as far as fear of being "weighed" in as lower than they demand
If they unearth a newer rookie or are seen conversing with what "appears"
to be dusty paintings, sculptures, and creations that are considered "Not yet"
When such comes to the rules of the "social books."
The Lady law is blind for a reason
The scales are run by her for a reason
If each one of us would have a chance to make sure that we end our fears of someone else taking our "rightful spot"
By defrauding the art community and success-social life balance
Then, we, ourselves, have committed treason.

Back on my feet

After I was knocked onto my back.

Minutes in life, that I was losing out on success,

Never opening my eyes to the light’s warmth.

An insomniac… I was up late every night.

Repeating my sorrows like a broken record

Continuously skipping

over steps to go “too far too soon..”

My soul only burned in unneeded anger

As the devil’s demons sang defeat’s chorus

To my depressing tone and swooned.

I at last heard a faint calling….

Into a free part of my soul

Which wasn’t locked up.

A calling to a brighter age

A fresher story

To an unread page…

A new song from life’s chorus book is being sung..

The brighter parties sing the back-ups……

A unique and free individual, now, my tone to

Spring….. A season has sprung.

My mind was cloudy
It was filled with the smoke of the illogic
Snapping out of this fog
I awakened
Clearing up the disease of confliction that had made me quite sick.
Dark, cold, and twisted up in knots
My feelings were bleeding out
Crying for help
I felt as if I were not human
I was a living robot.
Slapped back to reality by a tragic event
I began to see things clearer and started to return to a clearer state.
Now, starting a fresh and new life from today..
I walk these days with a pure and clear slate.

Energies released from my inner energies
Fill the once still and energyless atmosphere around me.
I relax and find the cause of the unstill waves.
Comforting them back to their happy and nutral sleep
I enjoy the other sweet energies I bring forth from within.
Chakras, auras ..they show us color, emotion,and empowerment in soul.
The fuels in which we use to bring forth the right balance is essential.
Using my scale of wisdom, the auras are identified and the Chakras then balanced.
Most find the view of such rituals "poppycock" or "scienceless" in proving they are factual existances in events.
However, me knowing and seeing them at work....I see the facts.
We all have energies.
Fear is always the blinding energy as when it comes to identify the sources of our posotive and negative energies or "Vibes."
I have been unblinded by fear for many years.
Seeing my colors of red,blue,white,green,and yellow are fun and necessary parts of my being.
As Human "Animals" we all label them as "primitave instincts," "blind use of energetic porposes," and
other such "unqiue visions into the realm of the human psuchic."
I see natural tides that this "moon" must pull into balance.
As I drift and enjoy the journey of astral plaines and being the "Cowboy" who lassles these "doggies" back to their "natural penned fences"
I take pride in the adventure of "reeling them back in."

Immersed in deep and warm waters
In blissful, warm, and clear sparkling oceans
I swim to a relm of deeper awareness
Thoughts connecting radio waves from my mind...to another..excited emotions.
Two souls connected as one.
More powerful as one mind
Than as two separate minds thinking alone..
Electrified waves of deeper discovery
To the answers to the  complex problems that ate through to the bone.
A team
Fighting, together, to aid in the strength of our future.
Clairvoyance doubles security and the power of our intellects
To defeat those full of blind ignorance
Once at our weakest
A disease,to us, once infects
Us to a scared fever of delirium
Now the ones who were the disease
Through combined teaching
Are the cured ones.
Miles apart..however ,in mind, we are always together.
Connected as one
We defeat overwhelming odds
As one energy, forever.

My life seems to be looked at by those closest to me
Like their corporation
My assets are their assets.
I have to "do as I am asked from. Eat and Plan Vacations as they want me to.
I see people, who try and help by action, as a board of Higher Legislation
I am living a job without a say in fear of no friendship, this employment
Go through termination.
I have had been outvoted many times
to what I request.
Freedom to socialize with others openly
Requests of Transportation
And Groceries
Basic Feelings of Feeling Suffocated
"They are unfounded and untrue. You will think and Live Your Days As we have instructed. Or be terminated.
Lose our help..Have no family.
See who else who would help you or even be near you?"
A deeply hurting link to powers of acting like a "Company"
Just to have help...There are hefty interest charges.
In spirit and in Pocketbook.
I try to communicate
Even to those who, on the outside looking in, can and would help..
If the chose me as worthy
To have a healthier and Free Existence
If I could only fit the criteria
Just once.
For others to see why granting me open heart and choice in my life as I serve
to be a loyal friend as I live out my days in this invisible cage...
Just maybe my emotions, nutrition, career, and social progression
would be worth more than how they view "this weakling on Minimum wage."
It would help them and myself
Out of loyalty.
I always question escape.
For where does one fly to without Superman's Cape?

There once once was a time
When you still felt young and full of life
Until the world came to a stand still
This is all the same old rhyme..

Stuck without time moving with the Earth, "Forward."
You begin to stack up the Memories in Books of Journals
of your teenaged years
Cutting you open
With cold blades of "Future Fears."
You are young...Yet older.
Years whisk by you quite quickly..
Until stagnation and Lazy Wastes
of your Colander fill up all of the year's spaces...
Sickly..
Old and not young enough to be part of those "peppy and in Crowds"
However, your not old enough to be among the respected old timers...
Alone in the center - tears of regret fall down your cheeks...
Until Your Higher power's Voice
Get's sick of lending you tissues..
From his voice...….
"Keep on Going and Become" - his Booming and distinct voice speaks.

Pay for Light
Money for friendship.

Gold for survival.

Once you run out of such funds for “Livelihood”

You go bankrupt owing those who “are paid to care”

Your life as collateral.

You are disciplined to treat such people kinder than yourself.

All your career, future hopes, and dreams are “poppycock.”

“Just Deal with it or find someone else who will deal with you.”

Traveling to only where they wish to go

They hold deaf ears to places you hold dear to visit.

To ask for help is deemed as “selfish”

as you are a burden to them.

Even though they offer.

Down on your luck with credit and avenues of other to plot a course down..

Your life is lived as a hostage and as their pet.

Sleeping in small spaces upon a space on the floor.

Tears fall.

As it is hard to sleep.

Not knowing if a future is a right for you to keep.

I like to window shop

Try on the best outfits and pretend to be Brad Pitt.

Laughing, I go from actor to real as I place a jacket back on the mannequin.

I like to go to ice cream shops and have a taste of many flavors.

Is there a flavor of me?

A question arises.

You see that you wish to be

Are you in the gallery?

As the negativity passes

you smile and somehow feel grateful  that you are not.

You say a “Hello”

You sing a song

Then you wish to grow. Music..Poetry…

Great.

Hard Work Pays off in heart.

One is a stranger until they are invited guests.

Where’s your letter?

Not this time.

Thoughts of others in the world around me
Fill my mind as I send blessings to the masses that I care for.
my enemies receive the largest amount of my light...
As they are lost and have no way be there.
My friends recieve the next ray of light.
As their kindness fills my heart with warmth and scares away the fright.

The world receives the last part of my enlightened pie
As they do not know my name and need a wash of a tear that I have cried.

Another anniversary

Of my coming into this world.

Thoughts of the road I’ve traveled

Where I have yet to roam

Fill my heart with a song unfurled.

Sounding not just the cheers of my survival of life

However, the need to conquer the emptiness of lacking others you need

Successes you seek

And needed support to be given there.

It’s a weight in which we carry but warnings we never heed

To the usage of time

Past and present

I celebrate not just this anniversary of my coming into this world..

I celebrate those who stuck with me

Those we just stood and wished to be part of

The road with me that is life

Twists

Turns

Storms

Sun

Gifts

Hands held strongly onto your comrades

It’s a blessing of a needed mixture

To share

Until growing older

Holding our glasses to cheer our union

When the future brings a wife

Promises

Unseen unless youth

Survival of the harshest of burdens

Relief of the pains of judgement

And growing with life….

Such is a never challenged

Or forgotten truth.

In a different land my dreams bring me to explore..
Lands Anew..
Where Clean Green Grasses, Mystic Songs, the Scrolls, and the Maps of The Orient's  Past.....are for me to discover and enjoy more..
The true meanings of the elders..I relate to them... I live within these lands....
Closing my eyes to sleep. Flying to this beautiful and untainted  country
On dreams leading to astral plains of plenty.

I run freely and strongly, there
Like a flame on the kindle to which  it  fuels......
I stand stronger, here
Like  a tree well rooted..Standing tall from the ground....

I become A monument to those powerful and magical spirits which speak into me as I escape waking bonds.

Flowing like a clean artisan stream.....
Brightening my world like a huge lighthouse torch.....
Free as a monkey playfully sounding his voice in the mystic tropical lands...

My Heart is called to motion
As hope is a reoccurring dream.

I hold a deed to a  space in this land
A newer place seen as "lost in another time and place."
This is where I belong.

As hope lights my way, it will not take long...
To Follow the wise messages in those "Astral Travels"
Where I've left  behind despair,broken homesteads and the dark people behind..

As I awaken from the belief of the small and unwinnable battles called "self made limits"

I shall be awakened by hope's light.
For the land in my dreams
Such Safe  traveling shall replace  the "old" pathways that lead me astray
Then,delightfully,I shall be  traveling newer  roads...
To arrive at my destination to "Lands Made For Me To Reside."

A car full of brothers.
Riding the roads.
Taking our time to arrive at our destination...
Without the need to measure and beat time...
We are the winning Brave Tortoise racing the Hurrying Hare.
Breaking only to enjoy the shots...Captured forever on film.
Nice memories frozen in our photo's views like blocks of ice
in our mixed drinks with added lime.
Cheers with the touch of each other's glasses
we enjoy a great buzz.
We race and out run the black and white's
laughing at the "Fuzz."
Laughs and monuments.
Getting car sick on a long ride.
Laughing as we rough house in a hotel room...
Just the right amount of fun to enjoy such a trip in stride.
Returning home. Still smiling from the much needed relaxation..
With a hangover and a sober look at each other...
We are brothers plotting another bunch of sweet antics
on our next "Adventurex On Vacation."

"You better make that Candy Bar Last"
It's hard for a broken back to enjoy
"His next stand"
without a prop to help hold him
up from falling
in "Chernobyl's Black Hole"
as his counterpart hovers in safety
watching another drown. "What planet are you? Far?"
Miles pledge the marks
Until the quiet fades
And Mr. Hyde Tries to fight you
The Wicked Joker reigns "supreme"
as you fight past A Waking Nightmare
Not a "Wizard " in "past Kansas"
Your soul flies far away
As your waking body receives their torture
As the body shivers and then ages
Fire burns remembrance
As it's ashes marks the lost pages
from your past
The smoke poofs into explosive shell rains
Smile
You are now in a movie
Fighting a forced "in class."

I feel like I am deaf in the heart
As other's Lips Move. I hear a statement.
But it wasn't what   I thought.
I was mislead by beautiful words yet actions broke me.
My windows are all becoming broken and *****...
My home has no clear views, now.
I've become blind. I have fallen and cannot see.
I am a scared heart. I have been seen one way. I know I'm another.
Now, I am stamped permanently, now, even though we were once close to one another.
Now, we are no longer sister and brother.
A broken beat and muffled speaker. Laughs from others
As what I give is never good enough.
I smile as I laugh, now.
I rise up in the fire.
I can bear the smoke.
I am strong and tough...
In my mind, I have had enough. However, my heart beats even harder and brighter.
I love this feeling.
Like smoking a blunt as you light it with a lighter.
I know what my true definition, deep down inside this dictionary people seem to read.
Look up loyal. There is my photo.
So speak down or speak up my music and writing lives on.
So, if you don't like what you see or what you hear, move on.
For I'm unkillable . walk on other's backs. This one is not looking to you based upon...
Now I'm seeing clearer and not believing the sign language.
I'm doing great...I'm here.
Either see the real me or read another lie.
For this man refuses to lie down and cry.

In the rebirth of my true self
Tragedies were in action
I heard the laughter of the reaper "death."
I denied his satisfaction to fight for my sol in pointless game.
I walked away
The sun shined.

My rebirth laid to rest the worst and most darkest part of me.
The day became my true and souls earned holiday.

Patience is tough when I still see the light at the end of this "struggle" as I cross it's bridge to victory.

Each time o stop , relax, and enjoy the company and scenery.
"Heaven can wait" are our thoughts
Sweetly enjoying my "soul holiday."

I aged like wine and I earned my sweetness.
Yet, my label is older and torn... So wanting someone to sample my vintage is just a  plain politic mess.
Dates need cars, looks, and less "vintage of wines."
Heroes and artists must have a fancy wrapper before their beauty can be known.
Hopelessness fills those who are in the middle of going "nowhere."
This is a gentle wind I usher in not the seeds of a storm I've tried to have grown.
Too old to date, not talking "rob the cradle,"
I'm talking about discretion, youthfulness not yet seen in me, and to create my own family.
Mistakes are forgiven more to the youth than those a little Older.
Careers are cast to those who look, act, aged little, however, failed to do their parts.
In this world, ideals and values are important.
Weigh them wrong by just one once.....
One's world becomes a lot colder.
If one is told he has "title" to be less friends he can make, less chances given
"Since older dogs cannot learn newer tricks."
He is eaten away by emptiness and being weighed by those too morally tough to see the inner being.
The true inner soul starts to  die , slowly , as it is made sick.
Not. Everyone is who they appear to be.
Loyal, honest, caring, and more bright in my individual beliefs and strong morals I wish to have shown
Enjoying fun days and being a "band" instead of a lone street guitarist sounds more worth it to me.
Looks open doors, not hearts. Until they are known.
Just like treating  each bright opportunity with an individual nature in which to award it.....feels just and unblinded.
Questions, problem solving, and less judge mental shuns of this "vintage wine" is never a taste experience left free.
If the label said and looked the way you demanded, yet, unaged wine is bland and ****.
If there was no label, yet the taste was outstanding, wouldn't such a deep drink of such is worth the investment?
Got "out with the older" and in with the newer" does work fine most of the time.
If you were to say, like wine, "older means more tasteful, wise, and bolder" can fit your spot of social and career opportunities......
Just take a sip of my wine's vintage flavor...
To get another bottle, you would travel through many cities...

I have learned, years ago, to work quite hard to make the proper changes in myself.
I may not be the greatest at my trade
The handsomest of Faces
However, I believe I have worked quite well for what I am.
An equal seller on Life's Library Book Shelf.
I might have been a lose and broken man before.
Not this time.
I've broken the circle of being the "repeater" and I have blossomed once more.
I change for the better of my own life becoming brighter.
To repay kindness of those who always believed in the real me.
People who never hung on to what "Bad" I used to bring onto the table.
A more delicious and brighter dinner for those who have supported
and have clearly waited for me to set myself free.
Free from worries about who shall accept me or what status quota I shall fit ,amusing.
Myself as an actor portraying some one other than who I truly am.
A comedian  who brought down  his own house of cards  by becoming the laughing stock
of the Drunken Clowns.
I rose up upon life's stages and became a truer actor.
One who is the truer artist by appreciating those who enjoyed his "Newest of Magic tricks."
"****!" I metamorphosed into a dove.
I fly away,now, to a glowing life which fits me
like a hand in a glove.

Didn't I hear your words?
The words from the you that inspired me
Drew me into....
Side talks and misunderstanding? "That's obsurd!"
In the defense in a clique. See their blood that drips
From love's hurt rose grow green and sick.
He walks away. Crushed into tiny shards.
Cut once again.
He snaps...."never again!"
"Wake....wake...!"
Senseless rituals of doubt "stop cutting on me!
"You blood thirsty harpee"
"I shall fight you from stealing what's left of the real me!"

See him grow older. See him laugh as he crawls...
No way out...
No one to answer his call...
Fear Consumes his soul...a bite it takes every day.
He feels lost..
Alone....Never needing to be..
Trying to signal those who he wishes to have near
Another unheard signal..
Will he die?
Wil he fall to evil?
Or shall he destroy himself doing ****** acts?
Stunts.. Just Like … Evil Cornea Val?

Love is a force that draws one to another
It is an energy that shines from our soul and draws in another.
Lust is never a clear message
Rather our hormones forcing us to rush
As our hearts fight to clear the tainted garble.. As ones mind becomes mislead, overheated, and draws the other we seek .to clear from us , As our minds turn to mush.
Losing such care to a  loss of our senses leads to emptiness.
What to fill the void with then becomes a need for more wisdom.
As the next heart we seek will be from our newly found tenderness.
We must grow as one with the one we seek.
Carefully plotted steps on life's ladder
To forever is what we truly need to seek.
Our looks are merely an advertisement for the occupancy of the hearts vacancy.
After we meet, at first glance, this moment paves the next way
Down true hearts path to love and family..such is the "forever-after" and keeps us two together every sunny day.