A heart is a flame that needs some kindling
to fuel it's energies past the limits of self fueling.
It yearns for the uniting of another kind soul
to fuel a beautiful light...such only asking
for a separate heart's  true gifts
of the soul in  heart
to start giving
beaming from the fires that warm souls and ignite hearts.
to flames of passion
Such must be fed with such foods of interests of loving for the soul, in a beneficial fashion
melting one another and fusing two into one huge soul that is a mystic form of energy..
Two souls fitting like pieces meant for the same puzzle
It defines the role of true fortune and Beauty
Souls that are powerful fuels for one another
feed and maintain the lights and which such  shines to the world from one another
to the dark world and souls around the two
as their become a "solar Sun" created from nuclear bonds
Fission-ed  from each other's loving atoms
Signals the birth of a newer galaxy of the like with those united by the pair's united light
Such miracles are seldom and few.
Given the nurturing, care, and expressed need to learn, grow, and become a two piece set that builds one larger entity
Such blasts the brightness from this sun's rays of warmth and flames to other's in need of warmth and light
to fill their worlds with a miracle
as a gift
from their hearts for all eternity.

Nothing lasts forever.
Except for the human soul.
The biggest damage
To anyone
It's this energy, inside it, that takes the biggest toll.
After all that has been said and all that shall be done
Remember that a battery needs a positive terminal
Not just the Negative
Terminal to ride the electric rail
to a recharged future.

Questions rumble as I entered a room
In a dream all eyes poured upon me
I start my proud trade in song
However, the audience is deaf and blind.
Awakening
Same old feeling
"How do I escape to Fantasy Island?"
Clearing the grains of sand
that "Father Time" impregnated into his eyes
For untold reasons
The dreams are like aired reruns
from a transmission in in sleep
waking kills its beautiful treat
hang out all day
cooking in the sun
movies are fun to watch
acting is an escape
when you are not a "Superman"
Lost to Krypton weighing on his cape

His will was strong.
As was his life's journey.
Working hard, chopping the weeds of the untruthful and cruel out of his path, the warrior..
with his shield of knowledge, his sword of truth, and armor of understanding.....
The brave night slayed the dragons of cons
He placed the demons of lust to their tombs....
His armor shone the beams of blinding misfortune and lies back to it's Wizard
Fusing his evil eyes shut so he may never see good coming, hence, he
shall never strike again.
Riding his horse of determination, Sir. Heart braved the dark forests
of greed..to finally reach his rightful place on his throne.
His throne of life's winnings and control over his kingdom of Eternity.
Nothing can stop a well prepared warrior as he starts out on his own journeys and adventures in his life.
If one dons the armor of understanding, wielding the sword of truth, and
blocking out the evil temptations, which Those Dark Magiks can make your heart dark and impure, with your sword of virtue...you are the next Warrior.
The white Knight....Following Sir.Heart to the round table of eternal successors.
We then hold up all our whine glasses at the triumph celebration feast and we toast to the future of eternal bliss.

There is a monster that causes disease to ones heart.
Fame is a drug that slowly kills you
One dosage brings the fuel the monster needs to make it's start.
Family is forgotten and changed to your status crew.
Although you are wanted by many
You are surrounded by the feelingless few.
After the high ends and the moments start to become more empty
Your heart becomes harder to satisfy
So you shall need more thrills and this drug called "plenty."
Your mind wanders to the past and you start to wonder where your true self did go
Now the curtain rises
Time for another show.

Lack of Judgement of those "Healing Kinds.."
A medical badge and a general's attitude.
Leaves the sick to drown in sorrow
From those intoxicated with power and bad attitudes.
They demand their payment or "Die at our feet."
Public, Hypothetical Oaths, and public serviceman
Forget why they had elected to be there.
As one questions their change of kindness
Into some form of non-human taste of spite
Many years later, they go insane from this "Flight."
A once respectable soul, taken by money's vultures, flying for the attack
On the patient from the disease of greed
and power lust
That disfigured him like "Gulim From Lord Of The Rings.."
"My Precious," as he scoops his wages up from the bank.
One begs for a middle ground, they are tossed out into the sea.
One more lost brain, licensed to heal, however damaging from blindness.
An insane person treating the insane.
In the end he shall be locked up tight.
Bankrupt in a straight jacket..The doctor is no more.
A victim of the system of medicine that lost it's way
He shall spend the rest of his retirement looking out a small
ward window.
A view of comfort for his last few days.

Lands grow colder as the season changes
Fog lays over our cities like a blanket of light fabric cloth.

Shaking to the rush of cold air as I smile and  I chill
To the beginning of a new chapter being written in my life's pages..

Winter is rest time for all of the animals around us
Survival time for us Humans as we work for a better life.

The ice strands dangling from the buildings around me
Add design to the theme which Mother Nature Calls "Chilled Life."

Winds freeze not only those up and about
It freezes the waters and preserves the plants in their
"Preserved  life  poses"
Mother Nature's  joyful and cold winter message
That cuts through the land  
Like a sharp and long Carving Knife.
.

I'm a shiny penny lying on the sidewalk
Shining rays of sunlight up at your face
To signal blessings of fortune, for you, if you
care to collect me to your space.
Enjoy the shine of my copper
Enjoy my face upon the top of my "1 cents worth of luck"
as it shall lighten up further days...
If you don't pick me up, someone else, who believes in me, shall.
The rays of warmth and charitable positive energies, upon them, do double back
In power, unity, and added wealth.
Even if it isn't a Million or so...
Why leave opportunity behind
In a hurry?
Or too lazy to know?
That with each blessing I give...we share a common bond
Karma that helps both of us
In life's garden
To gain experience, blossom, and grow.

This morning Franenstein looked into his mirror.
His heart beat gentle and kind
Yet his view scares the masses.
What's the matter? Why the tears and years of Regret?
Could a plastic surgeon rebuild his confidence?
Was it worth falling for the beauty if she was alike the others?
She'd never see your big heart.Just the shell.
A candy looks beautiful from the outside.
Yet the taste only lasts a second.
Will you grab your pitch forks and torches and run after me?
How would it hurt you to get to know the real me?
Or shall a bag of diamonds be in gain in order  in befriending me?
This "monster" has a gentle touch
However, tears drop on the mirror
as I gaze at the image that has prevented me from experiencing the warmth of people remaining beside me.

It is easier to look up at a high mountain

Deciding it is too tall to climb.

Things are easier when one refuses to walk through tough times

riding in a wheel chair

Rather than baring the load walking on their own two feet.

Nothing is impossible

Unless one gives up - that is simply a choice.

So , get your life’s gear, climb that mountain

Even if you need some help making it to the top

You had the strength to try.

Instead of staying at the bottom

and deciding to “give up.”

Stop the maddness
Let’s stop the madness 

Doesn’t anyone care to know?

That politics and the inability to see one another 
As humans

Can lead to a final blow?

Bombs may fall

Guns may fire

We were all raised by parents so differently
Society needs a translator 

To stop the madness and end unneeded brawls 
To understand how another was brought up and forced to live 
Outside of our own fenced up understandings 

And misguided beliefs 

Can we not tear these walls down 
And to learn how to give?

Hope instead of threats?

The end of stubbornness and greed?
So , We , as a world of people, not nations

Can band together and ask for and give another help?

Or shall we **** the human race through egos? 
That feel that they must be right?

And smoke and ashes fill our future generations sights?

We touched each other's faces with a loving touch.
Gazing into each other's eyes, I could sense our souls start to connect. A hunger for each other's bodies started overwhelming our senses.. we clenched our appites through deep and long lasting movements.
Holding her hips, we kissed deeply. Tasting our desires..I started to rub your back and strong shoulders.
The sound of your satisfaction fueled my need to have your body, deeply. The flames of desire grew even more intense.
The taste of the sweat on your neck and shoulders was amazing as I felt your fingers upon my back and buttox.
We made love, that night, quite deeply.
As we became one, I could read the love in our movement and the reaction of your body.
"I shall love you forever" I whispered into her ear.
We climaxed, together, as her voice restated the phrase which I proclaimed as our "forever."
Holding each other and smiling...looking into each other's eyes...softly, in synch, we exclaimed to each other ,softly ,"we are one, in love together, forever."

we are gifted great energy that is a strength

once we learn the power of endurance

we equal the balance of the energies

as the weight of the world can be lifted.

learning takes time

often the graduation from learning is called maturity

growing older is part of the process

from youth, we fear to become older due to the unknown

however, so fears melt
once they melt when we go through them

and we are grown.

admiration to those skilled and learned to thrive

are called “senior citizens.*

one who is stronger will be shown

the path to safety

through the building of  strength

These blocks that build into eternity.

i have grown older and earned such accreditations

to the strengths of the energies that build a better pathway

in life

we thrive to know another season has been conquered

by our inner maturity

to bond together
as energies due
both of   us strengthens.

Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.

I've learned to be gentle
Instead of following the Brutish and Rough
In this life.
It can be be dark and tough.
Now it is sunny because of my choice “Not to.....”
Become what they are, to me......
A warn out and beat up shoe.

An uphill battle
You have carried the weight of it
On your tired back

Onward you battled
Over and Over
Near a calapse
You gain Will's blast of energy
To make the greatest come back.
Now the opposers fall
This harsh moment
there was a lesson.
Some tears of success.
Also, a greaat memory.

Another year
Successfully Lived Through.
A lifting of a glass, to toast all of those friends ,who traveled the road of the fair and the rough times, with you.
Strength earned.
Lessons learned.
New stories to be boldly shared
To the family and friends who you care to have  heard.......as we start the cutting of the bird.
Thanks are given in respect to those and to what strengths helped get you through.
Another year...To yet another "Thanksgiving Feast..."
That I gladly share and offer this rightful toast to.

Dorthy flew over the rainbow many times.
Along the way, her and I met eye to eye.
Viewing each other's memories through these visons
Connected through eyes and spirit...
We join forces and look for beautiful skies.
Even Oz is full of it's storms and battle zones.
As Dorthy returned the second trip over...
The evil Queen tried to steal her head.
However, Dorthy was smarter than that.
She defeated insanity and with her head still ******* on
She avoided someone stealing her unique and valuable vanity.
Seeing these memories I see inside myself.
Through countless times I almost lost my head.
I almost lost myself in the fields of poppies
I almost fell asleep.
Still awake, I ran with Dorthy past these fields...
Past the so-called beautiful and perfect city of Oz
and we found our own sane paradise.
In the uninviting mountains of high promises
We climbed and endured to enter this beautiful place and paid our own price.
Along the way we found others
In our same dilemma.
Instead of roaming to some insane guy posing like a wizard
We became our own magic and traveled to our own lands of solutions.
Now people come to us seeking the same as we once sought.
However, we tell them to have a seat in paradise.
Enjoying the same days and skies as me and Dorthy of Oz
earned a stay within it's walls
and the warmth and an ill-faded disease and condition
once dubbed "undefinable  Happiness"
This perfect disease...
We have now truly caught.

We all bleed red
The life-giving substance
which glows from foods of strength
and beautiful sunlight upon our heads.
Details are but pages in history's and suspicion's books
which people investigate due to insecurity....
Self-pride hurt before
So good things are not expected to be of what they seem...
We need to express the feeling
instead of acting on impulses leading to cut-throat
paranoia and hostility.
Mistakes are natural..
Unless the person didn't notice his effect on the other....
unless questions are asked and emotions are shared, as they are in the heart, and not building a selfish wall.
Humans try to be who they are
unless they allow corruption and the intoxication
of Quick Snack filled power
to feed their Hunger and Frustrations..
As change does not just coin in a pocket....
they are corrections of the noticed negativity
slip of the footing of another's natural way
and redirecting them, selflessly, to the right
way to their health and stronger department.
Like a department store
We offer much for people to buy
Hard times can harm what defective items
we wish to place on discount
in the front of all
With a sale's mask
behind their protective walls..
Returns can be made..
Try and fix the item purchased at first...
Instead of filling
anger or wrong felt deductions in or of what is in their true market
of their souls..
If true, they will fix their sold products..
Work hard to keep what they have bought from others and have seen from true and clearer eyes
Instead of swimming in a circle as a lone fish  
in a habit - filled fishbowl.
Seek from the source
Need the source
Enjoy the source
Of the parts of their life's book of information that is
a big and broad park
their work with another
and feelings have shown in a true light
is a "ranger."
Don't become lost
or lose a person due to reading "outside these lines"
As humans, we form a bond through intimate research
As anger, hurt, and being tired from misunderstanding make us thirsty and can lead to dangers..
We must stop at "compromise's and Opening Listening Ear's" "Rest Stops"
To fill this dry and empty thirst in relations
Filling the dry and water draining energies
of quick separation or judgment's deeply harming weapons
Through, mutually, grabbing a drink as we find our future in this forest of care and standing as "Human,"
dosing fiery thirsts.
with a rest and slow enacted interaction
Becoming two fishes in that fishbowl in both merging life's department store chains
and swim, forever, in true and healing synergy.

It is scary
That there are night mares which  lasts longer
when I am awake
Than when I am asleep.
I awake to find no one there.
Not enough change to just pick up my things and go.
I wish to find a group and a place
to which I have support on which to grow and keep on with my show.
I fear I am melting away.
As my dreams are happier than how I ever spend my days.
I force myself to push forward
Forging another path to a brighter future....
Maybe , tomorrow, a miracle can happen
and I can find a ride to a way, for myself, on the way in which to nurture.

Deep blue skies line the plains of a hometown
A blanket of color draping the green and brown vegetation
on the planes of my dwelling.
The streets appear as long veins feeding the heart of the city
with travelers and businessmen that help to keep the vision alive.
The clouds in the sky form messages of promise
to this "Land of the Free.."
I take in a breath of fresh air and smile.
Red and white
Blue and starlit....
Our Flag rattles high in the days
As a beacon of light to welcome others to join "freedom."
The sounds of geese flocking in artistic formation depicts their story
Of travel and experience. Accomplishments.
A welcome of their voiced instructions to be safe in travel
embed a message of hope in my mind
As the huge ball of light, that is the sun, dips down into
a pocket of invisibility...as the moon smiles and exclaims
"Welcome to the Promise Lands of America."

You do not know me.
How will you ever see the clear light?
In his messages?
When you dive from the High dive
and Into a Kiddie's swimming pool?
Passages and Channels on "Slot TV "
Channels....
Another "View"
A wild "stunt" of a sight.
Assumptions made
By assignments of "what" and "how"
A person is sorted
"Like" mail
We are like "socialists"
A "round" peg defined as a "square"
People turn their backs
Due to a hastily judged "out picture"
Damage done
Into the soul
Squeezed awkward and assorted non-matching "parts"
Tossed and Forgotten in Society's "Lost and Found"
Swimming Bowl.

I looked up to the moon
She spoke of a tale.
Of a man, his burden, and a fight
To repair a broken back.

When his story remained untold
To his last breath

After weakness hit him to death.

The last resort
A house of cards

I refuse to slam the door
On a moon,a lost man, and to me the added number

As i shall cry out her message
Wide eyes ready to see.

Where does a heart beat when all about it simply misunderstand
why it has been beating
what it needs to keep beating
and a direction pointed to a better time and place
where it isn't constantly battered and compared
"You haven't earned your space"
"You are one in a thousand trying to do the same thing."
However, the love for what you wish to do and create
From blood,sweat,and tears
it is a song that's hard to sing
years of perfection
Vocal practice
Before the created products are discarded as "Unneeded"
What about my heart frightens you?
Never the same as all the others
Never employing the same routine as the others
I am sick of being the one pushed out as the "sudden example"
to the flock
Where does one fill the emptiness without sisters and brothers?
Maybe a new fresh idea on the block frightens you since it might
"be the next best thing.. or maybe not."
One never knows unless chances are given
Without openness, the albatross has now a completed knot.

We must not need to define a "shelf" on Life's Display Case of
Importance
In order to get along and mingle

If we interact, right
Hey, this might be the "newest of Jingles?"

Open your hand and give a true chance.
Alike a sweat soaked Tango... Such a "Dance" is quite complex
In life, most things are a "complicated Dance."

One learns through the hardest of ways.
Scars, Bruises, and Hardened Spirits Lead to New Skills
and a Braver Walk down a Rougher Pathway.
To become stronger...One Must Become Weaker.
To become better.... One must have been at their worst.
Struggles due add Character.
Not just an act with an eye patch and a bad-*** Harley Motorbike.
They are a man no one would expect...who is smaller...tougher....
He can move the shakers and dodge their spikes.
Rainy days do lead to Sunshine and Rainbows.
Now, it is my turn. I've earned my character.
I am not going to be an "actor in a play..."
For I have earned my Sunshine and Rainbows
Through these thunderstorms and fight filled ways.

The sunshine blazes through the window panes
This brilliant mind
Shall show how it is brilliantly insane.
To be normal can be a kick
However, being crazy is quite colorful
When one has a group to share the mental offtrack with.
A bunch of loonies to make the day beautiful.
Lose your mind.
Let yourself go.
Have some fun.
Dance, crazily, in the snows.
Waltz in the rains
Turn up the music...
Now, it is my time to let myself go..
My mind loosens up
Fun and cheers to the Fun and The Insane.

He met a new kindrid spirit
Her heart spoke as if their thoughts had been fused......
She sang the songs of his heart.
Now, the foundation of love has been placed..
To the start......
Of a deeply cherished relation rat no other can get in between of.
They both felt each other's car.
However, the love's energy between them become so strong..
It flamed up and fused them even further together..they belong.
Together until they die and return unto paradise...
Upon Angel's wings...they fly holding hands.
In the Heavens of Eternal Hereafter....
Two of a kind often wins out than any other....
Out is the published....their book of how they found this true energy.
They wish for you to learn true love's energy and that right one too.
So check this book out of life's Library...
Reading each page...
From the last page fused in the book's spine.

I yearn to have your warm arms around my aching

cold body

I yearn for the taste of your sweet lips.

Holding, gently, on to your hips.

Listening to your pounding heart

I feel it’s beat

A sweet rythym

Looking into your deep crystal eyes

Running my fingers through your silky,long hair

I wish for our souls to be connected

Deeper, still, forever is not long.

Feeling your body against mine

Making steamy and meaningfully deep love

I can feel our souls start to intertwine

Even though we are of two different ages

Generations

We read the legend’s books

who knew how to love, unconditionally

and book marked their pages.

Feeling your hands rub the pain from my soul

I cuddle with you as you melt like ice

For our love is a power

That can be a very powerful and overwhelming device.

I have dreams
Dreams to invent for a brighter humanity

The lack of ways to my destination
have lead to my insanity.

A man wants his own family
A man wants his realistic dreams to become reality
why cannot other's aid in those Nobile creativity?

Thousands try to emulate the same idea
however, yours always stands out, jealousy.

Those you are close to are too busy to help
such is life you understand and support

Such is , sadly, they fail to have time to stand back and to see
Could this be the end of the future for me?

I sit stagnant and plan out idea after idea to make my creations a reality

Donations of my creations are all  I wish to do is brighten the world
Money takes time even to volunteer for such, overseas.

What do I have to do for the "charge" appointees to see
such breaches in communication is causing my hope to cease?

I stay hopeful and strong and fight to spread my messages
Not for fame, money, however investment helps one gain needed tools....

In this conflictive would, how must one become less than one of the dark and given in fools?

One more moment
Is all it takes
Eyes met eyes
And the souls fuse
such as quick drying cement.
both hearts beating as one
A beautiful rhythm
A song speaks
singing the words of our love
Together, we need not say a word.
As we feel peaceful.
As our souls take flight
LIke the White-winged Dove.

The world is a mysterious place.
So much to see...so little time in which to see it.
Looking up into the skies...The moment strikes me.
I see the messages of invitation that the unknown plains
have called out to me.

I have had a long life...Yet, I have a lot longer yet to  live.
Now it is time for me to travel to see what this world has yet to give...

In sights and faces
People and places
Monuments and Music....
It is the force of true magic.

I take a deep sigh and come back down to Earth.
I become part of the current moment and then think
"Let's start this beauty in movement."

The noose tightens
Around my emotional neck.
When the chair is knocked from under the weight of my emotional trauma
Only the moment can define when to deem me as  a wreck.
As I suffocate from the lack of people who deem me as "Worthy"
and even bother to "stick around....."
I scream inside....
As I am darkness bound.
I have been fighting myself for so long
Due to the lack of returned emotions.
Now here I swim against and have started drowning in fear's ocean.
Would anyone notice to pull me out of despair's water?
Or should I be able to do  that myself?
When there are no tools left on my  heart's shelf.
Should I drown out all colorful emotional parts of my soul?
To be what everyone expected?
When their hateful words and lack of warmth took their tolls.
As I try to keep doggy-paddling against despair's tides.

The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.

As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.

So much time, however, no one to **** such with…

Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.

The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.

The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments

To keep the feeling alive

Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.

Beating so hard for that missed someone.

Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre

Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.

Love seems so hard to find.

Women you feel are interested in

Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door

To open your soul to them

Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock

At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors

As she disappears on the arm of another

A tear fills the eye for one short second

Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.

The Heart Invisible
The love signal's radio sent to her went unheard
For the glasses, she had worn
Were too dark for visibility.
Wrong choices of a "checkmate" can lead to another
"bump of a queen."
However harsh as this situation has been to me..
I'm the opposing "king" playing on the chessboard
Waiting and growing, stronger, for her
As I wait, patiently wait for her.
My kingdom might not be made of solid gold hills
Diamond Mountains
or Houses of Credit Cards...
I might not seem like nothing more than the "player"
as in chess, elegance is the game
Never arrogance...
I might have a kingdom made of wood buildings
Green grassed mountains
and modest paved streets
In the long run..she shall see the light and run too...
The place where our hearts shall united and forever greet.
I have never wished ill faded definitions as to why I care so much
so much for her...
It was never anything made of insanity...
Just complimentary...
What made her characteristics that shone from her heart
and beautiful smile and personality
Caught my attraction...
More than lust or crazy blind notions which lead to obsession
My true avoidance as it is true relation's profanity
That breaks the bonds of hearts apart
It cheats one another of true Human Connections
and hearts beating for the better wishes for one another
This is the light which shines from truer and more beautifully
minded
Heartfelt
Candy Store Sweet Intentions...Definitions...
The sweet future of matrimony institution.

The race was long and the two candidates, they worked quite hard.
To earn a spot on the presidential ticket..
From on the Television to a podium with their vision.
Of how to make "America The Great" even greater.
Now I see those protesters squirming over how they were cheated and how they earned the truthful name as "Haters"
as they failed to listen as true debaters.
One way messages..One sided understandings..
A chance must be given and a mistake, in office made, to truer shout the word "Forgiven."
Now comes the disruption and not one ear turned to the one who must carry a heavy loud and burden
To repair this government machine that is broken
Which takes more than huge words and glossy speeches with shining words well spoken
To aid in the healing of Liberty's broken arm and by holding the weight of her book
As they nurse her back to shape as nurses often do..
Our new president must be more than a "pretty face" and a mouth "worth listening too.."
for in this gig that is never an "act"
they are the one who must learn with us and heal what was broken from pride, neglect, and hold to the oath of "the Office Pact."
As Liberty becomes healthier from true healing energies and not a "Clever gimmick."
A chance must be given, along with time, to heal Livrty's true given gift
holding the proof in the book of our "freedom" and "Invitation" to this promise land...
The world is no television show or game show "well Played."
for if it were, "Jeanie would smoke out of her bottle" and heal this broken nation within a "blink of an eye."
instead of true hard work, true notions, labor, and a warm slice of humble pie.
To play "a game" takes up something more valuable than money or fame or a game show..
It takes time
and the hearts of us beautiful Americans...
Who in the distance...trust the stranger...Who raised a hand
Who promised to defend, heal, and piece back together a "Broken Promise Land."

Stuck in a jail cell

"Up and Adam"

You have to obey their rules

Or no basic freedoms. No garden of Eden.

No equality.

No excuses.

They own your space

You wonder why that matters

They suppress your dreams and passions

Yet flaunt the same to aid in their suppression.

Try the limited ways in which you can create or share your visions

Not one person seems to see or enjoy

artistic creations that you have worked with with limited resources to employ.

They wouldn't do this to Picasso
To: Aristotle


However, this is the future.

There you are

Beating all the odds

Your position stays the same

Communications in question

"Why must I always have a forgotten and unknown name?"

I wake in the night. Sweat pouring from my brow.
I shake from a memory of deep hurt and visions of horror.
I try to crush the pain aside with a smile.
I grabbed my pen. I wrote this poem.
They might have scared my heart, but the will never know how.
To quiet my creative soul. Which keeps me alive.
Instead of my death ending the saga.
No matter what cruelty you wish to show.
No matter how many in your group add to my troubles.
I shall fight harder than before.
Than to let you make me less.
When I know I can be more.
Call me names, accuse me of the "worst of actions."
For we both know the real truth.
It wasn't what you planted.
For those seeds aren't sprouting on the same radio segment as Dr. Ruth.

Death seems more inviting
when lonely hours eat your soul like acid.
The heart pounds from the destructive force of stress of being pushed to quiet hours. You obey their rules. Just to be ignored and left to, slowly age, until death. Alone.
      You fight the feelings. You box the bags of self-destruction’s brutal control until your will is too weak to look towards any light.
    What is the role for someone in life? This mouse has run through their mazes to get his cheese.
     Just to find, at the completion of their sick direction, there was no cheese to be eaten.
Your heart starts to starve. Your heart is anorexic and weak.
Help is a word, from them. Never an action.
Being strange
You are unwelcome. The distant stranger.
Nights are empty, heavy, and sleep becomes a dreadful process.
Dreaming of things that are better than the waking hours
One starts to wonder. “is permanent slumber the sweet reward to a caged awakened hour?”
Work.
Work.
You try and you long for the reward
Of tools to complete your legacy
Your “light behind your name.”
Just as these tools are in your grasp… they are pulled out of reach by the corrupt and the greedy.
In quicksand.
It always happens that other persons only pull you half way out from pity.
Then the feeling of boredom passes into them over not understanding the thrill of your presence
They  release the vine which could have kept you from sinking in and drowning
They then walk away.

Seeing The World in Colors

Black and Gray
Red and Gold
These are all colors
In our eyes For our minds to mold.
Seeing the new
Colors that fill totally new landscapes
Can change the painting
That we call life’s “view.”
After taking in the newest of
Painter’s “color stains”
Upon my blank canvas
Are The newest of colors
Brushed upon canvas viewing plains. Such Design is a newer soul A painting Displayed From within the gallery of Life Memory’s hallways in which we stroll. Portraits Are painted moments In life’s experienced pains..
gallery halls in which we place Monumental gifts given as we travel through life’s colorful astral planes.

I am my own worst enemy
I lost my mind

Tears - they kept on flowing.

18 electro-convulsive therapies later…

My mind’s all scared..

Like nuking meat in the microwave…

It’s sad and glowing.

On and off the wagon

I hurt my leg and couldn't keep walking.

I beg for help

But I couldn't afford the crutch

Can I play this game, any longer?

Before I lose everything..everyone that I care for?

What I need in my life, so very much?

The storm was started

As anger lit the match

I mended such broken parts back together

Can’t you see? Insanity?

It might be said “to last, forever.”

“Will you get the best of me?”

“Never!”

I miss you in a Thought Flash
I see your face inside of my mind
So real and so animate
I wish to reach out to touch the one..
She's gone......I feel her heart, oh so kind.
She stood tall
Even though she felt small
She raised hell
She kept her calm even through the storms.
However, through it all, she was my rock
when the waters almost swept me to Hell.
I hear her voice
She speaks to me.... Even when I'm awake
I feel her supportive breath
Upon my weary and heavy sjoulders
I grow from weak to stronger.......
Just from the dawn of another moment and the honor of her's that's what' is at stake.
If I should fail if I give in
To those around who put on false acts
to win their moments...
No matter how weak, ugly, alienated, or far removed from others..
I lift my spirits up..It's a beautiful environment... as I might feel torturous moments dealing with those who stare , point , or they fail to see my hard works or emotions there....
I feel stronger by beating the strongest of Iron Clad wills..
I smile and shine
As those doubters attack and in question of my failure to retreat, simply stand there and stare...
It was your energy...your living will... and the strength you knew that was in me
That won these almost defeating challenges..
As this victory was all mine.

One never knows me unless they've tried me.
I am a diamond in the Rough
I am the Sun on your Darkest of times.
Routine.
People get lost on how they should meet or their type of person that seems the right fit.
Beyond the wrapper on a candy bar, one never knows a taste before they take a bight.
The new flavor becomes, on store shelves, a hit.
Mr. Right isn't always a straight forward guess.
He sometimes is right in front of your face.
In the most unexpected of places.
There might not be a limo pulling up to your front door on that first date.
Or a "Hello" in a coffee shop as you walk in.
Maybe on the job or the internet which you've been too afraid to Take new Friends from such in.
Look past what you think is your "perfection."
Beneath this rough and seemingly out-of-date style
You shall find a huge heart beating for you...
Fresher for you...
And stronger for you..
Than any other guy from who you've loved
From the traditional ways you've met him in.
I am the guy who walks in the rain to meet you as he had promised.
Supports you when you are at your weakest or sickest.
I am one to make you laugh when you wish to cry.
Much more than this, for in every relationship, I don't quit on someone unless there is no other way in which we can try....
To go past what is considered a true limitation
or an overated expectation.
For now that I've gotten you to see what is inside of me....
And you are not afraid to try...
Past the normal means in which you search.....
Go over the wall you've built and try me....
Together, deeply and true, we can run together and then be truly free.

Almost to wanting my end.
Swipe the blade...**** the pain.
I've been left to the cold wolves of despair so long
Wishing to live....however, wanting to jump off the mend.
I've been treated so cold so long icebergs have formed
over my tears from my heart.
If you were to see me dying.
If my heart stopped.
Would you try and bring me back?
Didn't think so. You never said a word.
Dust to dust.
What's after this living hell...I wish to die.
To see the "Happy Ever After.."
It's better to be numb than to be left to cry.
If I am so meaningless to all of you...why must I just "Exist?"
So, if I were to vanish without a trace would you miss this Face?
Nope.
Hand me my noose. To end my pain. But, Like Houdini.
I'll shall disappear with my exit.

I tripped over a traffic speed bump
as I fell to the ground as I was walking
Such a fall felt like a mountain
when the vocal   fires of rebellion, toward me, started talking.
After caring ears failed to listen to my innocence
and then turned their backs torwards me
I started to build a wall.
As I was halfway through blocking out the world
I woke from this nightmare and listened to my heart
I smashed such bricks to pieces
and decided to make a fresher, and newer, start.
You are a link in the chains of my life.
What happens to me
It happens to you
So feel th winds of Karma return to you.
I shall still be waiting for you, standing.
As I am not a phony. I'm indebted to you friends to the very end.
When you are down with the mistake
The small one which I have made that you are now branding...
Feel like a puny fool as you walk back when you need me
and I am the one, only pone there...still standing

I awoke this morning

to  the feeling of being  reborn.

Opening eyes to true beauty

Instead of drowning in fear  and remaining a heart that’s torn.

Shining rays of promise

that reflect from my newer beliefs in my newly found strengths

People greet the new me as the see one who warms their days

with the light that is true selflessness.

Hope in hearts that seek better ways

Strength in numbers of those who walk together

on healthier pathways..

From broken to whole

Out with the useless  Sorrows and then  refilled with  great Hope

We achieve great things when we have a clearer view….

We no longer have to question and magnify the unknown underneath

a distorted view in a microscope.  

Breaking free from the limited boundaries of our fears and misunderstandings..

We become open to the limitless lands of promise, brighter ways,and the truer bravery

Brighter futures are our newly found destinations..

Love and Victory Shall come in time…To those enlightened in warmer standings.



From this newer and clearer view

The world becomes a better place

As we rebuild it with materials that were made by the reclaimed strengths that were always inside of you.

Hello Mr. Sun.
So we meet again.
The rain ran fast to the clear.
Since you have sent it on the run.

Hello colorful flowers and the carpets of grass.
What a warm welcome you've shared
when I relaxed....on fields of your soft mass.

Hello clouds so billowy and light.
How well you reflect the burning and bright sunlight.

Smiles of relief from stressful times are here.
Thanks to you, Mother Nature.
Your kind hands and gentle touch
are gifts that I value,Deeply.
True to that, a miracle, as such.

I have a poster of fame
Posted on every building and street corner in America
I am an outlaw on the lamb
as I am running from the "Law of The Land."
A "dangerous flame."

I am not of criminal nature.
I seem to have let down those who have arrested me
Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments
I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept
outlaws such as me.

Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers
Running after a "rogue comrade"
To be liquidated from the inventory
the names of entities
Scratched off the List of people  
who are titled the  "Accepted Glory."

Friends lost the notions of "balance"
as certain rewards were notable to be  banked
to be received
as amounts of funds
As the situation grew dim with tragedy

To the court of "The Worms Wall"
He was sentenced to exile
Without a chance of debating the Liability
No Balance
Without his own counsel
This fugitive never stood his chance.

Wishing to have someone to become his friend
He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light
As the empty chair in the court room
They were not there
I sat in the Witness Box
Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight

To where I am supposed to go while now on the run
I need a retrial
To prove my name of the  truth
As such titles should   be replaced on the list
Until such
My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over
Friendship city
Until I can prove my true blue loyalty
I have no dignity
I am now the lost one.

Some people can be as independent as ""mountainman jack."
Living tall with ax rested in arm with his hound dog, jake, by his side.
Sharing adventures as "hunter and master."
Others get frantic while left out of a crowd.
So, even while  in a crowd , he gets scared and he is Leary of even having themselves to entertain (for even a single moment).
As coins have two sides, as such does a person.
I take thrills going on adventures as a "lone gun" and one outlaw who takes in  the thrill .
Resting and keeping his strength for the next "thrill of the take. "
(like an outlaw resting his weary head by a raging fire.
Alone in areas ..with only beautiful stars ,above, in which to guide him ;as He roams into the next town (he then smiles upon his horse. Riding until he  finds his next gunned adventure).
The  well thought out man also loves being part of a team. Waving the flag and motivating fellow players when He was front offense.( knocking the soccer ball through wide areas and trickfully passed to another team member for a winning shot).
(Then He does get tired of only flipping to social strides)
Tossing results,again,  for"the one-of-two and one or the other, of " both sides of that coin." Outcome )
Being   too long , on the run,  as a lone gun,  has dulled itself to the need to be part of that "larger team.."
(Yet, that team sitit needs a rest .(as to be by oneself...)
Deep and peaceful , to either think, plan a great future idea, or smile as I daydream at funny, older events that never cease to make me laugh.)
I'm never needy. I will not die if I'm alone.   Since  having another around merely  sweetens my tray and selection of doughnuts, however, being not of oxygen, I pass on the extra calories..

Leaves change their colors
Signaling the change to fall.
Animals prepare for the change to winter.
Cold winds push back the heat of the summer sun
As we turn back our clocks to shorter days.
Some costumes on Halloween
A huge turkey carved in celebration of Thanksgiving
Such marks the colorful season called Fall.

Silence always comes before the storm
One silently builds with steam
Until out explodes a storm.
Eyes glare as the emotions settle like rubble
From the "norm"
Inspiration fades while he sits in silence
Waiting for the hardship of long hours
And limited means...
Until their problems are mended
No one wins.
We are connected by life's energy chain.
One falls
One by one
So does the masses in equal blending.
Defusing a storm before it hits
Is a hurricane prevented from happening.
Stand together with the one
See past the rough exterior to see crying eyes
We can all use a hand to keep the flames from hitting anger's TNT's wick where it lies.

You sure have shown me.
Grown ups acting like children.
Childishly seeking to weigh another soul  down..
Through exploiting their weaknesses in the crowds..
and flaunting things that make another sad....
Since they assume you cannot have what they own.
Let them wear these  Rusty Crowns.
On their seats of thorns.
In their empty Kingdom..
I deserve the best out of life.
Truth, success, love, intimacy, and all that I do rightfully yearn for.
Such enlightened rewards which I have worked so very hard, to earn.
Through my true selfless nature and deep fondness of being the less violent and the  more kind....
Of  being this sort of sweet spirited person.
At times such is a curse.
As the corrupt take advantage of such.
They take from me too much....
Energies....
Happiness.....
Enjoyment of life....
Until I snap out of their trance and strike back.
I turn away....They receive some bad Karma.
I work onward, as me. Succeeding.
Such visions of such cuts them ,slowly,like a knife.
Now, more than ever, I "Look Before I leap."
For not everyone is what they appear.
When I need some one.
When they stab me in the back as I sleep.
Their actions prove their jealousy and yearning.....
For me to be below their childish and wicked level....
Let them think that they have it "all."
Looking back, I laugh at what "least of what is important,"
in their lives...
That they wish that I could  have  had.
For, it was not me who kept the good ones out.
The bad ones simply forgot the universal password.
Which was kindness, trust, and truthiness.
For them  to see, me ,get what I have needed.
Such keeps them out in the cold..
The warmer ones are with me...
Outside their  walls.
Us bigger hearts...The "Stronger" and the more "Bolder."