He has endured a chronic pain
Both in his heart and in his worn-out soul
At least his heart beats
There is air in his lungs
He yearns to be more
Than a mannequin
wearing the uniform of the
"underprivileged American."
He might have handicaps
That people notice more than his soul
"To help the world and invent newer items of luxury and of life's ease"
Are the successes that he so desperately wants
If only the investors and people around him could see
Placing stock into a brilliant, but, limited soul
can bring them new collections of creation
to enjoy their own life and
make it through everyday tasks
with ease.

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.

I am a man. That is all I can or cannot be.
If you need an ear to talk too...Please don't turn judgement upon mine.
We are both Human and worthy of equal in realms of needs or wants.
I only ask for you to understand the soul-inside with an open eye.
For it is only then can you see nor judge a blessing from a catastrophe.

The power of communication lights even the darkest of times.

Just one "Hello" or thoughtful message can save those lost
From drifting without a hand to hold on to.

Postcards ,which started your Grandparent's relations overseas, to their wedding..was worth the postage and the chance of a greater outcome.

Loss of contact can be worse than bad advice.

One feels the cold of silence...

Since all they needed was an open ear for someone to lend them...
  
To save them from some lonely hours of pain, was never there..

They faded from trusting you.

Opening up to someone is always worth more than some extra unspent days and wasted  time...
 
   Avoiding to speak your mind...
Due to the fear of regrets and rejection...   
 Is only a lost chance to find that new "Best Friend."

To brighten up their minds to know how you are doing.
Even though miles away...
A new part of world news or culture is shared..

Fears of the worst of events, sometimes, keep us from stopping to a stranger to say, "Hello."

One never knows unless they've tried...

A proper Salutation and a warm-hearted intention is all one needs to send ,to  another ,to keep the chain of light steady and bright.

Reach out and say, "Hello."

The ways in which  we communicate may  have changed, however, never the outcome....

   of that postcard sent to your soon-to-be-grandmother, that your grandfather sent to her in Germany was s a chanced communication that created your generation.

A moment spent in waking day dreams
I sell a newer moment
For a newly rewritten night mare tale
Of the fall of my fate
In the newly splashed visual effects
I snap from this role in stronger and more feeling aspects.
Here he goes
Another “historic” tale of his to tell
About how one man becomes stronger when he fell
Than ever he was at his sanest or clearest of moments
Let the clinics and morals of the controlled “sane practitioners ” protest
That don’t intimately or personally know the real and inner passionate soul
That where evil society tried to wage their tolls
Upon a greater warrior
I hit them right back with huge , more powerful flames
In their hunger for games and glory
I hit hard and defend others alike me
To pry open the oppressors cells
And widely open their once locked doors
To let brighter souls who deserve brighter fates
Run free

I gave her my all.
Questions were all I had received
Instead of a heart full of adoration and devotion.
As mistrust and greed polluted my soul's ocean.
Once blind, as I slowly regained my sights,
I placed in some filters...the right ones...
Took off my dark sunglasses....
Now the true heart, in her actions, was far from
Love's Sun, it's warmth, and true fused and welded hearts, together, in devotion.
Trust is never questioning the flow of things.
Unless a sum of another's heart is over-taken.
The sound of coins and the look of a face is counted...
Than my eyes do not see love.
In true light....
They see greed, unfaithfulness, and selfish needs.
My heart cannot be confused with that...
Must I stay blind to have a "you" or someone who is more than that?
Who gives in charity.
True care and true want to be with this one....
Who is Human and imperfect.
Mistakes.
Anger.
Emotions.
Lack of money and Fame.
These portions added to the recipe to love's soup.
Cannot be consumed...Unless you wish to go blind.
Need some one for useless greed and false pride?
Build a structure that shall eventually fall...
To the weighted down structure "our heart;s structure"
That shall then crumble and fall?
Or shall we flush out these parts of the recipe in the toilet where hate needs to go.
Where greed needs to be flushed....
For true hearts never fuse without the sun rays of true care.
To nature the welds of the beams of the structures in both hearts...
To allow healing when things get heavy....
As true care and yearning which are the true components of this "Machine of love"
Construction of such, it can never be rushed.
Going with each moment is the true way...
In which to plan and construct this item.
That runs as an engine.
Providing power to our flame and nuclear power of the art of love.
If it's allowed to run efficiently
We can be forever
We can love eternally.
Never dying alone, drifting from each other
as we melt apart. The engine of the flame stops humming.
Do you wish to make mend to the stopped machine?
Or shall we both pick a tool, make this last,restart the engine..
Feeling the electricity of love zap our heart's love back to life.
The engine is running, again.
Now we shall be, true and forever, as we have made the effort, together.
To reconstruct and power the electricity that builds in each other's souls.
Hating our lives, forever.
Welding our heart, as one.
Together.
Forever.

They tell him what to say and how to do it
Not out of care for him...They care about "status.."
He asks them, "Why should I stay around if only to be censored
by the lot called "us?"

After being told "I could never fall for the likes of you"
"But I can be your friend if you do as I say"
It only throws salt into wounds of the heart
that **** his artistic passion of that day.

Everyone seems to care about everyone else.
However, this missing factor in the "social equation"
is "you."

This is a poem to go with a song I am writing "Don't Forget Me."

It's hard to understand
How people tend to grow apart...
Here is the race
I haven't even reached the start...

She raced away from me
He beat me to the punch....
He somehow managed  to earn the hand
of the one I care for
to share his lunch...


Don't Forget About me..
The one who saw with clear eyes

The soul, inside of you, that silently cries

For someone real and better
Something, in me, that you somehow failed to see
So, in memory....
Don't Forget Me.

I tried so hard to earn your attention
Men tend to hide their tears with a veil...
Such is the tragedy of energy of Male Pride...

Inside the mirror...In critique I sometimes hide
The man with the plan
Sometimes hides within the man who lives
with too much pride....

He needs your touch
Your Love
Your True Heart
So as I fail the race
Failed to catch up to you with the men at the start

Give to a glance, once again, and consider me
So, in memories, until we can meet and be as one, again...
Don't Forget Me.

Judge by knowing...
Growing like a tree ...
Such to form a branch to grow another friend..
Another Space to love...
Another space to judge by seeds you are sowing
Eyes can entrance...
Ears can deceive.
Lips Can Lie
Suspicion can cut down the sprouts that the heart's tree
took so much strength and time to grow...
Don't cut it with quickly jumping off the deep end...
Jump into warm waters...
Watering your heart's Tree to Relations....
After time and growing to yearn for the other parts of your seed
yearn for the right part.
which you have found...
Instead of quick needs filled upon desperate vacations.
Questions answer fears...
Time can be well spent or It can Overdraft your heart's Bank.
Shallow Pools can break the stem or branches of the life's heart tree
Which could need healing from becoming damaged
for many years
Take your feelings straight to the one you seek.
Clearly and consistently communicate.
Don't fear how the heart you seek to nurture your tree
and step back with brutal hesitation.
Become open as anything great which you look for in life
takes chances to gain...
Actions don't always speak and enact all the motives in a heart..
Break past your past and it's expectations..
Answer a calling..
The voice that says "Hello"
Glance into those eyes as you first become interested
in peering into their heart's windows...
Walk with them and openly share your life...
Step by step... the seeds are planted..
To grow or add to your heart's tree garden...
For branches that appear from the allowance

of such partner's interests.
Both mutually cutting a hole for planting...
Don't allow the storms to rain due to quick minded intolerance
Due to your instrument to open up life's relationship's sowing grounds
To remain dull......sharpen such with fresh ways interacting..
with a new start and a freshly sharpened knife.


.

Add another tick of a clock
A moment has been lived.
Measured in Father Time's hourglass
we have only so much sand that he can hold for us..
Tick Tock
Enjoy the best out of each moment...toasting to a wine glass
Memories held to the passing of time
Here it goes..the true earned dime...
Nothing Fancy.....
A black and white storybook...a few items earned..
Days lived...lessons learned.

Stories that  live on in my mind
For my soul to to enjoy.

Now a newer moment to live..
I'll be back later.
When the moments ahead
Bring me more stories....to share
from my artistic heart.... my all I give.

Dancing with snowflakes
Dancing Feet with the rhythmic winds...
Holiday Seasons...
Sweet love and sugar cookies and cakes.
Memories of a childhood of such moments
caught in my mind's eye like a live newscast
Brings forth future chuckles
as future broadcasts span across the globe
Like a fine wine..
Such gets sweeter when age adds to the formats
to elder's ages
growing in strength and numbers
Here we go...toasts to the cheers
of these sovereign time placemats.

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.

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.

Tragedy Strikes
After such we shall never lie down and  surrender
As the heart shall become stronger
even after loss of what one considers a " much needed tender.."
The battle ends.. but never the war.
As life brings us many tolls and trying fights
To remind us of who we truly are
teaching us when to stay or take peaceful flight.
To another land and another day.
Even past the losses of those we wish with us to stay.
A sun pops forth in the morning hours
Marking our blessings with every passing nightfall
Fields bless our tainted and sorrowful view along the way.
After the war is over, the victor is niether side.
It is the understanding between enemies, peoples, and lands
which are strengthened by having "Nothing to hide."
With no earnings to be made
No blood to be lost
Peace and unity are marked as victors
Past the grave sights of those who helped to lead us
to what truly needed to be the cost..
To the questions of who we are
who we need to be
Past mirrors of the fun-house that lead us to become shallow and scared.
When we lie down arms to be "the best" or the "most in need of an answer.."
The true power is true care and visions of what we truly are.
Entities which shall share  a living space
only needing to reach out a helpful  hand
To make a once blackened  and hateful place a "New Earth"
We are  reborn
to a more welcoming and warmed up place.

"Hello Again.." I speak softly as I address my vision in the mirror.
"How have you been?" The stress lines on my face and the bags under my eyes, these signs, they speak back to me much clearer

Than a thin layer of paint to hide my tears.
A hair style to distract others,who come across my way,
as a smoke screen to hide my deepest fears.

I'm through playing the "Joker"
From Gotham who enjoys taunting the "Caped Cruisader"
in a game of "Clown and mouse.."
Giggles of taunt as I thought life was a game of Poker.

Time went onward as I played my hands.
I banked in high when I first started my "acting career.."
Only Life, "Lady Luck," the deception drew the anger from her
to losses in huge and dangerous dark-lands.

The lands I was drawn to since I had been distracted from myself.
The mirror was my eisle and my smile was my paint brush.

The images hang in the gallery of my mind.
As learning lessons... to stop and just merely be clearly myself.

As I thought my "alter-ego" was safe in my heart's vault
"Batman..." drew forth a truer vision....a truer fortune..

My true heart shown and money of emotional asset set aside..
For that rainy day when I deserve to rent a rest in my hotel with pride.

The dark path of distraction became a weight like such of a boat and
it's anchor...

I was never free to sail and to enjoy exploration..
The rightful...the truthful.... and deeply earned attractions

of the bright points of wants in life. They become needs.
After the make-up came off
this "Joker" walked out into the streets a new man.
He became his true hidden name -
The "Farmer" in his life, on such of a farm to help grow,
He has sowed his seeds.

Memorial Remains
What particles of visual and the glory days
Left on this floppy disc inserted of the lost days
Here it loads
and such does the feelings in weird and wild ways.
Take it for what it is
a glory kept for the falling soldier and his remaining family
who has memory stored like a computer
however, the Human feeling part remains.
So define it as you wish.
These scraps of data, excuse me, "Memories.."
they still are celebrated and retold the best in the ways in which we can in "Life's Drama Part."
Now, as the audience remembers, this is the start.
Of what is left. Years later
As the brain strains
to recall the memories flashed from many years of missing and surviving after that one had fallen
So, to the next chapter to write of survival
Only the power of self-preservation is what constraints
from one to jump aboard
the Grim Reeper's Train.

Blame adds weight upon shame
Flames of guilt burn the spirit
Words cut flesh as you hear it.....

What you should've done
Could've been
Need to say
Are required to be

Quite silly when the one who gives such advice
Is the one who needs to hear....

Stand by my side
Endure with me
Comfort me...

But least of all....
Program a person like a machine
You then  become the one who now needs this "new routine."

Lying in this cage.
Lost on closed off ways
in which to succeed and to thrive
I fall into myself and do a head dive
Inside the depths of sadness
madness
No one seems to have the time or investment to place in you
you have talents
but when you cannot prove them
you start to fade empty too.
How do I escape this debt and pain of the lack of people?
How do I prove myself as I do try so very hard
as I still feel chained like a car inside an impound yard
you have the strength of hope and grab ******* strength
trying to pull yourself out of hell by light's rope.
Send me a signal
and I'll work hard to repay you
Leave me to rot..to fester..to fear another tick of the clock
and you have sat back to watch a good soul
waste away
as your failure to aid in his darkest hours
take on his sanity..a heavy toll.

Nuclear Contempt

Up and down
Roller coasters of ideals
Most of these thoughts
The rich man steals.
Fires flame from the tinder of corruption
The cold waters of conformity
And regulations prevent anger’s volcano from hot eruption.
The heat dies down after showers of excuses
As the evidence is covered with cowards ashes.
To right a wrong
The history that lead to this moment
Must be rewritten
Reinforcing the good that shines from the bad
Without the courage of these new “change writers”
The world would burn
From flashes of nuclear contempt
From hatred of the contempt
No future can we have had.

Empty inside.
Love is always late to class.
Should I toast Loneliness' triumph with the raise of my wine glass?
I could become comfortably numb.
**** inside myself and act, sitting here, motionless and dumb?
Should I admit I like her?
If admitting such will cause her to run from me and become a faint blur?
Icicles from the coldness of this patient and cold void stab my heart
Right in the middle.
Should I play the Devil for a deal for a score with my fiddle?
I act alike any one else around here who pretends.
To be content.
In my world as I am boxed in a corner ,already.
Feeling stuck without her loving hand to fail to relent..
To give in to my true kindness given to her and my love she sees to be real?
Maybe I'm not playing the right part in this picture show.
Maybe I need a new script to send a message to her heart
So, for me, she can understand how deep for her I feel.
I pretend to smile. I long for a life's road partner and companion.
Why must I fall for such a lady?
A beautiful soul and creation I see as a work of art....
Who already has her love..her champion?
I live afar..Long to be near to her.
I wish to share my life with her... who is a bright light.
Maybe I need to check my sanity and call it a night.

Snap,Crackle, and Pop!



Lifting a spoonful of nutrition out of my cereal bowl

I swallow a moment’s fuel

To rush through a moment

Due to situation’s Blows.

The horn sounds the time when you must prepare

to run this “rat race”

or lose the prizes as you are left behind

due to taking a turtle’s pace.

Everyone is competing to finish above everyone else

in this world of life to the success of passing the finish line.

In life’s race

Life follows the clock which measures moments and breaths of life

just as quick

as the “snap ,crackle, and pop!”

To which your milk doused corn cereal sounds

Start again with each bite full which  you spoon

Fuel for just one quick moment

until in life

Our breaths shall stop.

The energies from your heart fuel my passion from afar.
My longing for you grows deeper,still.
My mind, through love and vivid dreams, makes my energies shoot to your heart like a shining star.
Kisses beneath the moonlight.
Our souls become one and together.
Even though we are separated by miles...
We Are together in love's presence, forever.
The words in your letters and the sound of your voice over the phone
Melts away the cold loneliness
Through each other's interaction makes us to be never left alone.
The future shall bring us physically together in life and family.
Through love and it's power
You small always be part of and with me.

The television is a portal into another world.
Streaks and flashes of light form a "Crystal Ball"
that shows us the events and messages from afar.
The change of a channel and we go to another place.
Another time.
We see and discover what is behind another face.
Television is magic.
As it entertains
It educates
And it informs us of what events we need to be aware of
No matter how scary or tragic.
Don't got lost inside of this land.
Even through all of television's wonder
There is an equally amazing world, out there, which surrounds us.
Smells
Touch
Interactions of wildlife and people out on the streets that beat the "magic set" through all of this added splendor.

“Romeo, where are you, Romeo”
\“Juliet, oh my fare Juliet, I have found you!”
I watch couples embrace and feel the after rush of air from their movement hit my  clothes.
As you wait to board a train.
“Where are you Regular Man? Where are you with you kind heart?”
“Here, my fine real lady, Here…by your side.”
You shut off the tv in your head and wish to return to reality.
Love , people say,  it will find you.( if the time is right)..
I glance at my watch.
““Don’t look too hard or you shall become tired and disappointed””
“”Only Fools Rush in.””
Well, this fool loves to be a funny fool.
A loyal fool.
A friend that is your fool.
I see my life as dairy creamer. I am half and half.
I can be smooth
I can be rich.
I can get spoiled.
“In love, there are risks. If the heart knows what it wants,”
I take mine off it’s leash to freely run and have me find him, my favorite pet, at the heals of “Miss Real”
Where eyes meet and a new form of tv show is created.
A true romantic “Comedy show.”

Except the closed circuit channel plays in your new found love’s mind and your own…. we become a true “Everyday Reality Show”
We act in love and love to act

On the “Heart Chaneel…End Transmission.”

A beautiful moment
Sitting in a pit 
Drowning in regrets
A lost man 
Feeling as if he were the only one
As the other pretty faces laugh and they sit.
You want to know who you should be, what you should be.
However, being unique 
Is worth being a “freak.”
A beautiful afternoon.
Sweet music
Brings hope to this one 
Who shall become someone

Doubt is the venom that kills the miracle it sees and it questions.
Things are not always made as false miracles to trap the weak or the lonely of hearts.
See thy actions as clear and beautiful.
I have no ill gotten gains in which I seek... no lustful meaning to these loving words...wonderful!
That is this selfless spirit who never seeks darkness from the bright souls in which he longs for...
In love, friendship, and in unity...yes!
This one male heart beats still truer than most false seekers.
With my many flaws, I never hide them. I try and change them.... a true bless!
Confess!
My gentle hand is holding open to gently grab upon the one who chooses to reach for it.
Beauty at the top of where I pull you too...
Do not regret..... or pass it!
For I offer you the flames in which true love is fueled and remains, forever, to burn.
Let me hear you speak the words in which for me and my true heart, in such you truly yearn!
Hold me, tight!  NEver stop growing with me!
What beauty I seek is not simply the outside, but, the inner beauty that makes your outside glow!
Together, you and I shall enjoy unity's miracle.
A true force...so pure that is unselfish and non selfish hunger for simply conquests!
It is the purest of reasons for you and I to hold one another and become the newest spectacle!
An energy booming far past our mortal shells.
I hold this hand out for the one who can understand my clear and sweet messages...
You take my hand... we shall than stroll through eden's sweet garden passages!

Staying up late
Surviving the flashing memories of you in my head
I bust from sleep in a cold sweat
"I betcha she'd love to see this agony" I've heard myself say
A cold bet
To wage on a jackpot I'm unsure of what it should be
Love?
Passion?
Payback for heartbreak?
"No! For heaven's sake!"
I want to just hold her and cry in her arms.

"I miss you!"
To have her see me weak is part of the disease of "manly pride"
In this case, the emotions I hide.

Shivering back to sleep.
I act "bullet proof"
I'm sure she knows the truth.

"Inside, he's a scared and broken youth."

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?

We are all rare paintings

Hanging in a gallery of the world

Abstract

Surreal

Technical

Many more designs of magical

Forced of genetics

Which created our images

A painter with a passion

Our bloodline maps the idea

As the bond of our family ignites

The design we all are seen on

A tapestry made of life and its forever living force

Judges cannot give the prize to any

Just one

As we all have a story within the vision

Of the art that we all are.

Share a smile and invite others to the gallery

As you are a bright message

Waiting to teach its knowledge

To the world

Of the worlds libraria

A valuable asset to the force that moves the Earth

A Solomon truth that marks history.

A book opened with well scripted passages.

Welcome to the “real world history.”

As souls originated well before the Earth.

Now splendor lights our way

Out of our mother’s womb

As we are born changing yet another day

I starve from the inside.
I starve from the inside.
I show nothing since rhere is nothing left of me to hide.
Too poor to eat.
Too ashamed to look at myself in the mirror.
Like that Movie "Thinner."Outside of him rating, "Could I be any Clearer?"
Anorexia seems to be a joke to those nearest.
Get them some glasses.
For they are far from seeing what's nearest...
A Friend who lives in silent fear.
You eat in front of him
With part of it, his soul.
Money may weigh heavier in coins.
But it destroys a friend.
So after you get what you "feel" you are owed
Collect for that rainy day.
For yor time will surely end.

Too old in their eyes for romance.
Not known enough for them to even say a , "Hello."
This silence is jail.
The crime was not fitting in a world just when you needed someone you longed for  to hold out a hand and to give you a chance.
Too questionable to be real.
Wanting a family. Friends. Tried so hard.
The clock runs out. Another breath from Life Death steals.
Words don't count.
Actions hardly seen.
No one seems to look when your at your best.
The world makes you numb and cold
due to being a shut out down barren roads a scattered scene.
Don't know where to go.
Why ask directions.
No one will answer you.
You are the invisible drifter.
Always to be a number 1.
Never with someone who cares
due to you being an invisible number 2.

Where does the heart find a more loving way....
When rowing it's boat to destiny with only one oar?
A crooked rudder that "rusts into a mind of his own."
Where do the answers lie upon a half a map, torn in the center where "c marks this island's spot?"
Half of getting to the heart's needed destination is factual, yet, with missing facts, the fun of improvisation and imagination of your arrival thrill the soul to energies triple above another human heart's
"Seemingly" a rush to get to love's paradise first.
Neither of the sort, rather a tasty mixture, such ways of love's sail clenche even the most seemingly untamable thirst.
An anchor that refuses to raise to full mark your mistakes with others.
Yet, the weight of others expecting more than the "norm"
Such strengthen the beating muscle. Pumping oar and multitasking as one stears to shores makes a work out which proves one's strength even through the most questioning of lonely times.
You are made of stronger stuff.
A forgiving nature, thrills of looks of the opposers as you beat their lies down, and your determination  to never quit, sink to the bottom, and share eternity with "Davy jones,"
As lonely as he must be,"Davy, I have to take raincheck. I promised my spirit to strong "will"
You shall never give in to the doubts of the "singing bones."
As heard from their forgotten and caved in graves. " I drink of my cask and cheer" as the scenery marks the closeness to finding "love's paradise island."
"Stories shall be told of an unprepared and mostly misunderstood love pirate who made waves.
Discovering himself through every flash through bumps into other ships along the way.....
I never fail to earn a bigger laugh, a smile, or other clearly redirected days.....
To when I'll set anchor at the island's port.
Through all my legends of being a more "evil and selfish love bandit, "
this " passionate pirate" shall see his love and meet her after docking.
Earning both her hand and marriage.
After reaching these beautiful and sometimes thought of "fictional folk lore,"
Upon entrance to the "perfect landing place and society."
I'll read to her my logs.
Our additional beauty (as told by the warm fires as written for and to one another.)
These Stories our children shall pass, the likes of embellished life's tales, (their own earned editions to the family book)to their children's children.
All gained through determination, belief in something grander than myself, and travels inspired by pure caring wisdom.

Friendship ends through tongues which cut into the soul
Tears of blood stain one's pride.
You are racing the streets.
You are exposed
There is no where to hide.
Your sanity almost cracks at whit's end.
Your heart almost beats out of your chest
due to your fear of being alone and vulnerable.
Why did we break apart?
Why must our bond end like this?
Am I such a bad act when this curtain closed
and the crowd stayed silent such as the other part of
my friendship like a broken business partnership.
Sleeping in a card board box
Trying to fight for what you need.
You became sick of dancing like a puppet
to not be neglected of what items and warnings
of hitting those violent streets.....that these connections
demanded you are forced to head?
If you didn't, you have lost your "Place" in their "Company."
The homeless soul in a card board box.
In their hearts you no longer exist
For you, in their hearts, out you are locked.
Doors closed and tears fall. The ground is wet as you wade in an ocean of regret.
"Do I have to live under everyone else's rules of personality just to stay in company?"
"Is there a crime in being unique or being a 'man?"
For I've done all that was required of such....
This lost soul out of place....
Wishing for the ones who have forsaken and judged him....
To rethink their decision to keep their hearts locked...
Out of anger...as it clouds their bright places
in your friend's hearts as communication breaks down.
as does this "corporation of friends," "Company"
That leaves you all in a void.
For where you once stood....
And the position you filled in their "employment"
To proudly benefit them in "payrolls" in their days
Sparked to flames and burned this "business"
in anger in a blurry pageful daze?
Shall we stay apart,always, or do the years in which we built and
toiled to perfect this "company" mean nothing?
Souls cannot drift,alone,forever.
Or shall this lone dog, out of disobedience, rome the streets..hungry
Broke
Unemployed by "Company.."
In this "Business" called "Friendship.."
Is it worth a crushing permanent ending?
Or a brighter rebuild of the "Building" of this friendship
"Dwelling" on the foundation's site?

My dreams are a vacation that I often take.
No planes. Luggage, or schedules to keep.
Blessed are the astral planes I travel along with every destination that I stake.
A marker on beautiful scenes on a map in a world I carefully create.
The people I know in my life are always there to meet me...
As my soul whisks them away with me.. On one adventure that is great..
For no boundries , no enemies, and no troubles are there.
In wonderland, Alice can chase me, the white hare.

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?"

Fear is a control
A weapon used by those who have no self esteem
Used by those with no self control
Are we on a roll?
Those who hate you wish to see you fall
From Jealousy and Defending your level
They wish to see you in a grave
Dirt covering your body up with a shovel
Do not let fear consume your mind
Filling your thought spaces up with the Toxic
Elements of their "poisoned" recipe
That feeds the hunger of the dark kinds
Of people who do not understand your beauty
They hate to see you shine bright
Smile in their faces and use your deeper strength
Shining your heart
From an even brighter light

I look out my window

Sights of night life and glimmering lights…..

My mind starts to dream of oceans and a shadow.

Of the one who ventures quietly, still.

She is empowered by those who fill her with bright  strength

by signals projected  through their strong wills….

For her to stay strong.

Don’t back down.

She never thinks of such.. Despair never handed her it’s

thorny crown.

Through hard times and a broken back

Success is the outcome

Of the one who shares our messages

In music and in the artistic words

of voices that need to be heard

Since strength comes to those who empowers these messages.

In believing in the one who broke out in song, dance, acts of plenty.

Life is sort of a stage

Where one earns their right to be viewed as an award

to honor those she speaks for to shine the light to

those lost to and never shared in the book of history’s

pages.

Every four years
Countries Battle it out.
Comparing sports talents
As we watch them compete and we cheer.
Many countries are united
By a huge event marked by a flame
Such a huge honor to take part in
The Olympic Games

Empty hours that I spend
To myself every day
Scour my soul like bleach
Empty to the bone in every way.
Why don't you greet me?
Am I different than you?
Aren't I deserving of the same as every one
Equal ,too?
If you cared than you would be there
Not just words on a social page
Or a message at which to stare.
Hearts beat the same blood
No matter what excuses are made
Your absence is like a poison
Killing my soul in this quiet hours
The bleach that blanks out any color
From this once colorful and happy man
He is weakened by the ticking of the clock
From the once strong stance
At Wich he once stood.

I like to become intoxicated in Social-Media-Land
I love becoming a non reality
A delusion induced character
Brought by not wanting to value what was in my mirror.
I became a fake brand.
I became intoxicated with this new found and imaginary land.
I change my face
I change my voice
I checked everything over and made sure every word I spoke or had written was perfect.
As nothing ever is. A "Fantasy Island."
I dropped a coin into the wishing well.
I found nothing more than me becoming "Alice in Wonderland."
I was lost in a dream. I then wanted to wake up.
For the sake of my real life and it's future
became so unclear to me.
Breaking the shackles of being intoxicated as another person
the feeling of becoming universal god and a falsely made profit
I flashed back to the happiness of strength over burdens
The delight of being unique and unacceptable
in ways only that they Haters have grown to see in their eyes
Being stronger than they and bouncing their cold stares and words off my soul
I escaped Wonderland
I am one less lost soul swimming in their fish bowl.
I "wish you were here."
Where waters might not be always warm and clear
However, as lonely and hard as being the "freak out of the crowd"
That I appear to be...
It is a pleasure to be outside the screens of social media, at times,
As I am the stronger soul...One who is truly free...Me.

I awoke this morning and decided to enjoy or work the day to the most brightest full....
The more I worked out of pure wish to thrive and enjoying those who enjoy my company, thick or thin..
I saw my own rainbow...
I felt the relief of worry fall from my mind. The balance of self and beauty came back.
I was ready...
For a newer way to begin.
I might have been hurt by many so many times before.
I got sick of my trust walls blocking my time to be sweetly spent with those I have just met or friends I have bumped into, along my days path.
Wether it to get to and from work
Or to share more content with a world in which to make my love a creativity a job.
The ways in which I approached each barrier became as bright as the sun.
Burned right through the wall dividing me from just anyone.
All my positive works had already warmed other's and reinforced a new life, which I have started to make for myself, as each moment begun.
I am sick of despair's cages. So I broke free.
Now the old me is freer to be what I allays could be.
In time, people shall see the new and free me.
Moments are truly like the movie "What about Bob." So brilliantly made indirect and directly in it's symbolization.."
"Baby Steps out the door. Baby Steps to the bus...Baby Steps to the next moment.."
When I truly set free all know expectatons of me and felt as if "I were on my own personal vacation."
Even in a busy day.... I didn't need to talk.Just smile.
For I "Baby-stepped the path of mine into a newer and brighter day."

If I saw you on the street and I stopped to say, "hello..."
Would you shake my hand and wish to get to know this once soul defined as "stranger..."
Or would you ignore the buzzing voice and rush to your safety zone?
If you had remembered me as from my mistakes and I worked hard to prove, to you, my peers....
The changes and strides I've made to change myself and the world........
For the better, would you applaud and then think better of me....?
Or would you laugh in my face,ignore me......shunning me like a virus......?
A cold you wish not to catch from
Taking in conversation and bright ideas from my
"So called fake and diseased stink?"
Fumes of radiation sparked by thick headed "reactors" wishing not to close down the power of bigitry?
This once great society is dying.
From diseases not caught by human disease....
However, sicknesses of "judgmental slots required , by you , as defined in order for an added friend or business friend to fill.."
Slots remaining open due to closed eyed people trying to direct other closed eyed people to what "defines" a "better way"
Which only spells "doom."
Politicians never covering the "needs of state"
However, added into a pile of useless debates
"Drama, finger pointing" and "don't vote for what we shall prove , 'a black sheep in white whooled costumes?"
A continuous vote for another politician full of promises, however, filling no "society and country binding actions and fabric lunes?"

We must offer help to "those who truly need" and not "selectively help those who appear to need such support" yet leaving those "real desperate and in dire straits need "
Refused that rightfully needed "helping hand" and who are left to suffer and continue to bleed?

It is the blind leading the blind.
Drama entertaining a vote
And "Hollywood politics" that we have elected those who neglected the whole country and place importance to a need of their own selfish agenda?
It's like substituting natural sugar with cancer causing fake sugar that is their "healthy light and Splenda "

We need to fix what's broken.
Not what's already running.
For within our boarders......
We are silent voices never allowed to be spoken.
In fear of opposing the "majority" and being like a paper tossed into a pail.....
If one speaks up in selfless chance....
Who wishes to fix and replace those broken cogs and sprockets in the "machine of the political nation..."
We failed George Washington in all honor and honesty....
We have failed the people who need the change of broken wheels...
For no transportation of equal healing and needed rewritten programs that make our nation's machine break down....
With every election due to one with "less scandal and less interest in what's in plan to be changed"
Then our machine shall destroy Uncle Sam
And we shall betray what hard work and selfless natures bring......A flooded land due to not fixing a broken "****."

The silent hours chill the air with the absence of others.
The faint ticks of a nearby kitchen clock and a passing jet,overhead, mark the hours, since I've tried to fall to slumber.
The halls of my mind are dusty galleries of those once exciting and eventful days
When I was younger and much more content.
Fearing each empty spot on these walls of my halls  in these dusty galleries of my mind
I've noticed that it has been a while since I was able to put a memory up due to another empty and unfulfilled moment.
I jump, quickly, into another hall which is full of vibrant and more happier collections.
The warmth comes back, for a while, and my faded and weak imagination starts to build.
Once more I can day dream of excitement and come forth with an action plan to win this battle I have with the clock.
Father time reminds me, with each passing season and every change of our clocks in the fall and early summer, how much time that is left. Before the sands that  he holds for me
run themselves empty.
I fall to twilight sleep dancing with Peter Pan and Little Tinker Bell.
A quick bit of bright luminosity.
My dark halls light up and bare what is beneath the dusts in the halls of my life's museum of achievements.
The fear slides away as I see the truth. I have done the best that I could do with what I have been given.
Like Frank Sinatra sings, at what was his "near end," I did it "My Way."
The strength of such revelations always make my blood fuel my heart and my passion to be even better of a creator
Never giving up with every new and passing day.
Such a gift.
My feet are now light.
I fall to sleep...
Sleeping to the sun's signal of a new day..
Shooting onto my body his bright and life sustaining rays.

Words are weapons
Just like a sword

Watch your tongue wisely
or your cut someone to the bone.

Blood spills as such is the feeling of being betrayed
By the one you care for leaves you to slowly die alone.

A true man helps to dress the wounds
He watches the future and perfects his mistakes
to a brighter energy to what he has done

Over words that have once cut another
His inner battle has been won.

Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

Underestimated
A sidekick to an ally
When can I become a leader?
For my own life held inside a cage
for the blind eyes……?
A war criminal
Marked as an invalid
An undervalued bright mind
Weighed in Economics
A strong soul
A powerful nuclear force
A simmering Slow cooker ready to explode its lid
Spoken for…
His  ideas are  deemed “illogical :
A "Vulcan”  in despair
Cast Away from His “Home Planet.”

Does any other soul notice your value?
As you stand beside them…?
Is this true Care?

A ghost who cannot be seen nor heard
I’m standing in two dimensions at once

The value of gold which  they fail to let shine
As the surface simply needs a dusting

Of the coverage of the afterbirth
of a war to fight
People’s Conceptions of Your Past Mistakes
Underrated Accomplishments
Pathways blocked by their forced “parenting”
of this “child”
Trapped in an Adult’s body
Who simply wishes to be a shining Somebody?

I become trapped in a void
Enraged like an animal in a cage
A soul who Wishes for equal judgement
Freedom to roam
and for Creative  Expression
No longer suppressed by those who “judge”
A convicted life where they never opened up their eyes
to be seen as equal
He needs to be free to roam
Away from the Blind ones
to his suffering…
He plans to break free
From their *******
The road he must start walking down

A twisted, dark, barren and lonely road
He must carry, onward, through his lone strength
To prove himself a warrior
silent and strict followed moral  codes
Ethics of battle he follows…
Never to  lie down to die for the ones who limit him
He has his eyes wide open


To his rightful success
to  his future
He shall win.

We all need someone in which who can help us up
After hitting the ground... This "Plane Crash"
My friends mended the "wreck" and refilled cheer's cup.
To this toast that I give to them.
A pride filled moment.
Where I looked into the mirror and decided to confront
the blind and sick child that has secluded himself inside.
The child was rescued..
The child was fed.
He was truly hungry.
Until I gave this shy kid some tea and a *******.
Naked and Vulnerable
I now walk high and a lot more dry.
See this "Outer child..."
He succeeded.
In his sunlight.....He shall warm another
He sees hiding inside you...
Making another comrade
In this "Army" of "The High and Dry"
Inner children. A playground.
We seek fun......a reward for hard work...
Now we are kinder men and ladies.....
Never standing upon our pedestals
And Acting like an "Emotional" "Inner" ****.

I broke out of my cage
My own world I separated myself in.
I now feel free
a new man
He made his stand
Now the war he fought earned him a bonus in his spirit wages.
No matter what sick words the world shoved at him
No matter what false beliefs people had about him in their heads
Could cause his heart to grow ill and die
Now his freedom of the burden lightens from his back  instead.
He smiles back at the ones who cheered him on
Out of the cage he is now growing strong
Still at the start of making himself a new life
A once broken man won't have to be repaired twice
He survived the odds
Near death
He played dice with the Reaper. Laughing at the win
His support of the greater good grows deeper.
Hatred is a word that never flows through my mind
I look back at my life
I still have regrets that cut through my back like a wicked knife
Never allowing myself to stay down when I'm knocked out
I go for round ten
Here he is.. A Boxer in life
He asks, "Is this all you've got for me?"
He spits out excess emotional blood as he exclaims with a giggling shout.
He's broken from his cage and he is never going back.
He's been through hell and back before.
He's feet are moving.
He's gone.
He's running the race
Sneakers hit the floor.
Now comes the end of this rhyme
It's not quite a happy ending
It's a stronger, more inspired one.
Now watch this man run
forward
At hearing the shot of
Life's race's loaded gun.

Changes in the tide
The oceans in my life
in which the Moon Goddess "Selena"
Controls the flow of my mood that crashes like "waves"
called "strides."
Beautiful, clear, and warm waters
Sometimes can become cold, dark, and frozen.
However, they have been tested, after the Moon Goddess sees to it, a change..
To this "weather Pattern.."
The sometimes heavy Tsnaumi's simmer down to peaceful waves.
Back, once again, to warm and peaceful waters.
Soothing and bright rays of light sent in their rightful alignment of passion and discipline that is rightful and stern.
Take a swim in these waters that are what make up my "world's water of my character and mood.."
A truly delightful experience of a resort to visit upon the scattered islands
that are parts of my "creative mood and personality"
Now, escape your world and enter mine.
Now enjoy the waters that are as made up of my own Truths, Moods, Life's Tides, and my own Reality.

It is hard to say "goodbye."
Sometimes it is hard to remain.
Sometimes words are hard to find on what to say.
Actions which help are often against all odds.
You stay,together, side by side.
Fighting, still, onward until you have no words only a knod.
Showing you understand.
Sometimes words are not needed.
Just a strong hold
Between you and the one you love.
The now strongest part of the two that fused into eternity in love's mold.

A family begins with two loving hearts
Joined together in love and the longing to share, together, each other's spirits..as one...forever.
Kids are born and raised out of love.
For they shall make our names remain in the world.
As we help them learn, to grow, and  us sharing , with  them, our wisdom.
They were created out of love's unity.
Future leaders, healers, or artists to add remarkable feets or creations to be written in the books of future history.
We take care of them now
They shall take care of us as we grow old.
Family is a gift to us..from bounded love
Such an energy
As our family history and future shall grow.
A light to all...never to be taken for granted.. Our family is like a precious jewel...to hold close to the heart, dearly. On display for others to enjoy it's glow.