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.

I fear my mind is ready to explode
I know that "I shouldn't try too hard"
However, running out of time turns one into a rabbit from a toad.
I want so badly just to see people have what they need. What I need.
The harder I try the harder I fall
The repeat of this insane process stops
When I shed a tear and merely hope to get through it all.
Others make getting through tough times of poverty and despair look so easy.
It isn't. Just Their act.
To avoid facing the truer facts...
I intend to make it.
I never feel sorry for myself and just , in despair's chair, sit.
Behind the scenes I work until I'm on my knees or someone else is gone.
I've got to be stronger.... I need to take a deep breath...
At least another moment has been successfully gotten through.....
Now all I need to do is find another "right way" in which to reach success.
It's times like these, when I truly need to struggle with you.

Warmth passed when the flame was taken from light
The chills of quite hours
the beat that  is communication and song, in sound,  my heart..
it's the only voice  
around
that ever  speaks to me.
My breaths are  the only additional voices that I hear
That are  steady and bright

Blood flows through my veins
The draft of the fall weather flows from the cracks in the windows

These things are guaranteed and something you can depend on..
When everyone else seem to  be  way too important
over you
Pain remains in the heart....deep stains.

Another year  and another lost soul
The circle of People's Temporary Presence
Like the clock
It measures time until the end of the day.
A never ending repetitive way
like the spinning of the Earth
where one stays weak and quiet
Years take their toll.
Another fork in the road
leading to another sunny way.

You have no where to go.
If you had a way to get to them or go somewhere
Where would one go?
When the curtain of the act
when you arrive for your part in the play
is already at the end of the show.

Walking down highways
of travels life's souls...
Most you see are able to be together.
Like billboards they advertise their wonderful gift
of love
as you are the loner being advertised a product
One you never seem to have the resources to obtain.. such ..
in no matter of once thought of successful processes
taken
to acquire the needed assets.

The products fail to be affordable in stock or available on the selected love's store  shelves
in what means that are negotiable
for purchase from  the store's stock
or  negotiable for sale's ways.

Trust of the system
which love or friendship is disbursed
is questioned.
Limited quantities or lack of credit ..to obtain such
Beats your knee caps like the baseball bat of misery
Until you need a crutch.

You brave the storms and try again.
It is a demonstrator vehicle
Which you must return to love's dealership
after the timer on the sale's representative's clocks
Marks the end of short lived beloved travels
Walking, once again, nobody gives you the needed credit
because of the fights to survive or the constant
fights to prove you are the brighter one
From which you've travelled such roads and have been.
The way to earn the scores...
The fail to measure such....
As a one sided dice
Such never offers a game
to  ever have been a possible   win ...seen

The successful love economy brokers tell you how it is done
how you must do the steps to earn what you need
You sign the contract
However, the small type, at the bottom of the now signed pages
in the limitation section
and exceptions portion of such
Prevent you from obtaining the credit to earn that special someone.

Traffic and Flames

After I sat for hours in traffic

After enjoying half a medium sausage and cheese thin sliced pizza…

through the hot heat and the sweats I thought

How life could be much more tragic.

Nothing is never as easy as one might make it appear….

Those fake survivors disappear.

Struggles can define and educate us…

However, they do not make a life.

As sick and lonely I might become…

From these hours in waiting and lack of money

due to these bills that I am paying……

These words , creatively I write from within my mind that plays…..

They shall never stop playing.

Honesty and strength are my tools…

Not just protools.

I guide the beat with the songs of my life…the struggles from within

that sharpened my mind as such like a switchblade knife.

I might look awkward with imperfect teeth and a ***** looking face.

However, as deadly or cowardly I might appear in your eyes…

I’m the strongest soul, a roaring and raging fire, that burns

and challenges the most challenging of places.

Out rose the Sun and Out went the Darkness.

Heating the morning moisture off of the surroundings.

Heating up the cold which was brought fourth by the Night.

Sun rays awoke me as they warmed my tired and cold body.

The sight of which charged my batteries and warmed my soul.

The days bring forth a new frontier.

A newer time in which to try new things.

A fresh time in which old tricks are tried in a newer way.

Workers zip to and from their shops to start their workdays.

Students Arise with Breakfast to Start a newer day of school.

The daytime heals wounds through the warmth of the sun.

Refreshing the spirit and mind through fresh and warm winds.

Bringing forth  moments.... that reset days to a newer opportunity.

Days enlighten me and inspire me through the breathtaking scene of a sun rise.

The warm winds wake and refresh me to a more wakeful state of mind.

Days remind me of a new chance in which to make a difference in mine, and others people's   lives.

The Nighttime chills down the land and darkens out the bright sunlight to signal the time for sleep and more relaxed feelings.


The stars mark their boundaries , above us, in their positions in the vast area of space.

To entertain and provide us with a message from their constellations.

The Moon shines it's pale white light to light our way down darkened ways. As the surface of it shares a "Man in the moon" and "The Sea of Tranquility."

Creating a beacon to summon all nocturnal animals out of their daytime slumbering.

Balance is between night and day.

One cannot exist without the other.

In symbiance, they share portions of the days with each other.

Welcoming unique and wonderful nature activities.

Balancing energies that feed us with much needed elements that fuel the body and strengthen the mind.

As the Man in the Moon says "Hello" to brother "Sunshine....."
both exchange their duties and rest until their next day on the job.

Confidence lies in the center of the heart.
A force which hibernates when we fail to use it.
Set the spark and light the flame.
Keep all of such force burning bright......
Hold to the hand closest to you. Stay strong, together, from the start.
Courage needs to be learned.
Classrooms fail to teach it...
Until the horror-filled moments in our life
Can we learn this art which uses the magic of confidence.
Together, they are a force to be reckoned with.
Without the main ingredient,courage; which is learned in the most
awkward of ways...
Confidence cannot freely flow.
Such numbers our days.
Do you have it? This ingredient of courage?
If you question this message... then maybe you still have time to learn.
Master.
The art of the strength that will always be needed in the heart.
Let it beat.

When I first glanced into your eyes
I saw visions of hope
The beauty, from your big and true soul, in which my love relies upon
The strength from the fires of your desire to be beside me.
Your love has made me braver
In which my strength now makes me free.
Entwined hearts like ivy vines in a vineyard
We are an intoxicating wine
In which one drinks and enjoys blissful drunken moments
Letting desire run wild
Hot and true
I feel your spirit mold my soul
Into something less meek and mild.
Now we dance to the beat of our loving hearts
Forever true and strongly fused, together..
We are always in the Garden of Eve, forever
Now that our need,for each other
Takes us over....right from one another in first sight.

Along the rocky roads of a life
That has intertwined into you.....
Your hearts beat as one.
An ocean of feelings..Like the tides..
Rush to and from you and the one.
Blue, red,orange,black, and a capped on white..
These colors of the oceans...
They appear whenever this one is drawn to you..
Nearest....
These colors spark in your soul and the beat starts to gain hold of two hearts..
Skipping along the shorelines of Love's Ocean..
Destined to meet...
As you awake from the dream of this....
On the deck...On a sun chair..
Awakening to see
The mystic way of fate....
As you  open your tired eyes
You see him there.
The one from this dream.
Words cannot explain how the carbon of him within your dreams..
In dreams of ice cream and ocean traveling dreams..
That one appears to  you..
As if by magic...
There he grabs your hand and draws you to stand...
Both hearts now walk out from Wonderland into your days
Love's magnet draws the one to this "two..."
True Love knows many things..
And drawing you to the true spirit is just one of the tricks
of Love's trade
In deep devotions and true hearts which have found crossed ways.

Two friends
Who lived two very different lives
Bonded together
As one gave a gift to the other
They helped him thrive.
Disagreements became brilliant debates
Conversations of selfless advice
Helped home to become better equipped to greet motivation
Not devistation.
What gift it is to have the other
Invited into my family
As my brothers.

I see the beautiful women walking down my street.
Wearing their Finest clothes
Seductively winking at me and turning up the heat.
I see into many of their eyes
Into their souls...
It is their heart I wish to meet.
Looks open up many doors.
"What mine is mine And soon I will own your's."
The heart tells only the truth. What it wants is love and everlasting youth.
The heart sings a song that the Sirens never sing
Attracting only the other that it longs for...
A faithful love and it's eternal bond is the gift to witch it brings.
Attraction is motivated by the body and lust.
My lust is of that and a much more beautiful kind...the heart.
For a lady's soul makes me hotter to finally the energy of a flame.
Eternal partners fused by true heart and soul's attracted
Through seeing through the eyes of one another's hearts.
Ending days of the lonely...ending into satisfaction from energies fused from the true sources from one and the same.

The magic that is a woman
Is beauty, strength, wisdom, and motherhood.
It is a power that is the giver of life...
The light that shines in man's darkest of hours...
The Nurturer of the sick back to the healthy...
The gentle touch that is love...
However, above all, the power of a woman...
Is measured not in flesh, mirrored views, or mere simple descriptions
She is above such as a spirit
That without her.....
Men would cease to exist.
Our children could never be born..
Men would know never the teachings of gentleness
Feeling
Warmth
A half of a world made into a whole
Past the vows, love, children she's created and raised, and more..
She is support
Our future
and our greatest gift of the magic that is what God gave Eve to Adam.

Shattered windows that I have begun to replace
Reinforcing the weak portions of my battered soul
as I race through waves of conflict which tear my mind
In travels called "Life's Stroll."

I've taken my blows and the medicine to heal the wounds..
To stand up and break the shackles of past's memories torment
Is a sweet delight to a sunny end to these mortal ruins.

Standing taller
Never kneeling to the dark one's commands
I sail a battle ship.... a plane shooting across the planes
of positive space.

You may take advantage of my kind nature
You may think your actions have "cashed" you in.
Prizes shall be mine.
Success in a dark storm that becomes bright...

As this flying fortress dances in it's ongoing flight.

Sometimes I fall
Sometimes I break
I never allow myself to stay down
I pick up my pieces and complete this puzzle
A lot in my future - bright ways, for me are at stake..

I might once wear a frown
I take in positive energies
I blow out the negative poisons...


Like Rocky Balboa
I never take my eyes of the light


I get back up
I stand back up, tall, and continue to fight


I give the relaunch of my positive and bright
future Human  endeavors

I tune my brain
Like musicians in the Grand Symphony
Orchestras playing a meaningful and cheerful musical drama
I make them proud
Both my father and mamma

For the words "can"and "Will" are fused within my psychic



I never stay at stages that are lower...Never!
In the ring of life
I arise and spit in challenge's faces
Not weakened by doubt
Or my Insecurities
I win Triumph's belt
I feel the wind of opportunities.
Fill my soul.

To better Mankind, Myself, my life, and the surrounding communities...

I am a part of a bigger and more beautiful
Brighter, lighter, and more profound army of Boxers..
In the ring of life
Nothing can stand in our way....
As we are here for reasons bigger than our egos could ever imagine...
United we are one..
Divided we fall..
As we form, together, as one all powerful and united force...
The Continuing and Progressing Earth and Spirit
Called "Evolution's Dragon."

Christina was an angel.
A miracle which was extinguished way before it's time.
I expressed to her, my last message, sadly.
"You lit my fire to fuel my soul. you cared for my music and heart
I Love you and shall be your rock.. your wall of deep and respectful support."
I heard the ending of her miraculous invention , brought to life, "Which was her soul and music."
I felt my once huge and loving heart, break into a thousand pieces. It is still hurting, quite badly.
I felt a needle of emotional medicine from Christina's fall, it had stabbed me in the chest, and it has numbed my feelings that were awe inspired by her.
Just as I had admitted to her that I was falling in love with her beautiful heart, friendship, and sweet music.
The evil reaper
took this "part of me" that she had been in addition to, away.
My heart was, then too burried with her still beating heart.
My clock stopped. I felt the best, of me, sink with her last breaths, in quicksands of the oppressors.
such sank my creative spirit to depressive and unfeeling depths, in thes sands of lost time, quite still deeper.
i have cried inside rains of shock.
i felt the winds cease and the sonic boom of defeat's  sounds
of the winds of ill fated  changes
stop my creative and artistic heart
from beating.
My care and inspiration from Christina Grimmie, the kindness that drew me from my own near self suicidal demise..
her kind and uplifting hand that lifted my spirits from dark depths...
Such love to me, a newly met stranger, saved my own artistic soul.
It was a destructive and hateful nuclear bomb of destructive mass
that now has no measurable size.
I shall honor the beautiful and gentle soul, which still talks and sends love to me, at my darkest of times....
Such saved myself from defeating her truer propose
of higher and kinder purposes...
and her angel wings swooped down from above.
She saved me from my own ruin as I honored her true name.
"The sweet Bird of A winged Pure Heart"
That flies and watches over all she truly loved and cherished
In eternal life after the physical realm , which we assume is our ends of our existence in life, she showed her oppressors that her demise was her extended beginning.
She shall be within my heart..
Worth more than gold and fame.
As her spirit shall forever love and guide me
to a more beautiful song and dance in my life
She still is my roaring and burning loving flame.

I shall live, forever.
My spirit has touched and warmed , many.
Hearts connect across the world.
Warmth of connected souls shall separate, never.
I once was blind..wearing the dark glasses of addiction
with despair and the rush of dodging oblivion.
I broke out of this shell. A clear mind. Sober.
By his own design and need.
The shell broke easily to see the inner beauty.
The need to obsess over money and missed obscenities..the moments I ruined became a mixed drink adding to my "depressaholism."
He shines, even brighter. As he is now more "real."
Intoxicated by the future and the bright opportunity
of world and ,with me, it's unity.
I am proud to have "woken up"
and "place asside the need for too much materialistic hunting"
The need for a "count of hearts I grew into fans"
Superficial ego grew into Mr.Hyde.
As I write this, tonight, with all my energy and truth.
I've found, through open eyes and seeing the true future and it's brighter ways.
I have found my Fountain of Youth.

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.

The sunlight
It warms my face
Strengthens my confidence
even in the craziest of life's paces.
The warmth of the roads and the sidewalk concrete
makes the senses come alive
you feel Human
even if you are the stranger in town
Now your moment of fight in time is complete.

Both sides opened up the doors to their once-closed countrysides.
the intense light that shined into their once dark eyes
lit up their once grey skies
in result...
such color changes had changed their once heavy and drowning pride
once sinking into the despair of mistrustful quicksands
of each other
through long-range binoculars
The now once close-up and handshaking meeting
through the opening of these once closed doors
was nothing under "Spectacular."
******* from chains of Mind-Limited training from ancestors on how to lead their people
breaking into the freed world
for their wills to explore a freer
and ingenious means in which to advance a more obsolete and dying nation...
the voices of hunger and change had broken open the barrier of light
to those ideas vacating,
A fireworks level celebration.
As to arms leads to death
Hand in hand
Side by side alliance leads to strength and advancement of future
leads
our two  nations
to salvation
Ways to fuse the divided cuts of division like a medical suture.
Now, as we grow to know and to trust one another, both sides can learn
one another's bright cultures
while abandoning other notions
that was ill-founded by ideology and myth
and empower us with much more.
growth and change
prosperity
and even
Unity
New people ruled by a leader that saw the real world through his bare eyes
rather than through the machine
now can equal with us the means
in which to live a united life
Happy and to others in conflict
A better  a way to live
as brothers in the world
Large, happy, and clean.

The Colors of purple, blue, green, and violet appear as the sun lowers in the distant horizon.
A big ball of energy and of light..... The Earth Spins
The sun exposes itself, to other parts of this beautiful planet, in which to warm them.
The moon is seen "simply" as "Magically "
appearing in the background.
"It must be my turn, once again, to shine and to  light the night-time Earth." (The Moon says to himself).
The grounds cool.....
People return from work to be with their loved ones.
They relax with one another to enjoy some much needed free time and such "simpler moments of splendor."

I am starting to wish to be like the sun.
Staying light to those I meet and traveling to warm, others, who come across my way.
Enjoying the same moments as They have learned to enjoy.
I used to be like the moon.
I used to wait for great things to happen.
Shining, only in one direction at one person and even moments,short livex..... wishing to enjoy or see them for any true extended periods..
Only limited times and "safe feeling-spirts."
I had never been warm, energetic, nor "light-filled"
As the darkness made me "The man in the moon..."
A smile on my face...No open eyes nor senses.
Staying my own distance...
in which  to protect my heart from damages.
It was me who needed to have the sun remind me of such..As I have been sunburned.
however,
the light and heat (of the friendly rays) warmed me up and gave me a more adequate light....
in which for my eyes to see.
Now, I feel more like him, "Mr. Sun."
I wish to keep warm, bright, moving, energy-filled and free.
Fueling the world around me, with more energy, and keeping the joy , of such, in my heart to stay.
Open eyed, more wiser, clearer minded, and a now happier soul..
A greater form of the one
(who was once unwilling to change to a brighter and  a "newer" me..)
A brighter person,now,  for the world to discover.....
I shall remain mentored an inspired by "Mr.Sun."
Like hum, as the night sets in,unafraid.....
As I rise and I set.

There is a supermarket of feelings
Beautiful buildings lined with bottles racked on shelves.
Marked with labels and brands of different feelings.
Samples are given in tiny cups.
They don't flavor the deep thirst that's inside the heart.
The heart checks out each label and their side effects.
Chances made.
Until the contents expires and becomes a bottle with a defect.
There are thousands of brands
Thousands of Feelings to choose from.
Each moment deserves a different taste.
Pick a bottle.
For the moment there is no time to waste.
There are many shoppers lining the isles.
How many different worlds they have come from.
They have fought to be here for a routine way
for the taste of a new feeling.
As they have become numb to their own unique flavors made like
backyard bootleggers.
The selection was worth the trip over the longest of miles.
The the drink you have chosen hits the heart.
Once the effects of such dissapppear
It's time to go back and pick another
at the unique Feelings Soda Bottle Shop.
Now, from another flask, we drink the numb down to a nill
Until the choice of a favorite flavor is found amusing the others.

Spring is the end of the frozen and hibernating world.
Emerging from our shells, we smell the green trees, the heat of the sun is felt upon our skin, and dormant energies shall once more start to  thrive and begin.
Our lungs get ready for the warmer air in which to breath.
Our minds think of mor activities in which we can achieve. .
Shedding the winter feelings,mood,and winter clothes off
We prepare for the new Spring in which to become.totally,  renwed
We fuel our eternal fires with the beat of a newer.longer,and brighter sunnier day.
With a rewritten and reconstructed mindset and smile- I laugh and look forward to breaking past  the limits of the winter jail behind.
Now, comes the joy of bringing forth this feeling to those of the same kind.
Sharing warmer days with me and running to the nights happier and freer.

I awoke this morning with sick passing from my brain
Dark dreams faded to the vision of a sunny day.
My eyes stung as my lungs coughed out the insane
Moments that flashed in my rem sleep
Vultures trying to grab a dying vision..a soul…a morbid creep
They missed as my soul escapes back to the waking hours.
New breaths of a newer moment that are seeds sprouting into beautiful flowers​.
Sipping a sweet soda, I sign in relief, to the promotion of ill faded moments…a warning? Yes.
I am stronger, still. A soul strength muscled to another panic as the morning signals a fresh viewed attack.

I am a mouse. Living in a maze.
Every corner I hit, I am sent back to the last one.
Just when I think I see the exit in sight...
I'm fooled again. Having to explore what appears like the last zone.
The walls feel like they are caving in.
The weight of lost communications starts to begin.
I wish to see the green grasses of freedom, once more.
Some fresher air as I run out the new found doors.
Trying to become inspired as a man aging and seated here, alone.
The cold winds of solitude chilling me to the bone.
I have worked hard,behind the scenes, to survive.
To become more than  this.
A fragile mouse quietly scampering in his maze.
Those about watching this trick.
To see if the mouse reaches the end of is maze...
Earning his "Carrot" dangling on a stick.

Why do nice people end in life’s rat race, last?
A thrown out contents into the cold soul’s dump?
Hence, becoming a forgotten and recycled soul
In which those who cast such out, did not remember of the light In them, until the cost has been cast?
Why is a bright future so much of a Horder’s dream in which they can corrupt and or steal such soul’s energies, for their greed?
Take such a warning.
You , the hoarder shall drown in despair’s ocean ,once your guilt has never been needed.
Drown if you must, in such intoxications.
For your end will always be the cost of the lust for the brighter.
Their legends shall live , forever, as fighters.
For ,as the much stronger and brighter beings ,shall laugh at your new infatuation.
We learn, ever so quickly, those false actors of “the nice.”
As our cold and knowing states, of how you took our Conrad’s in the greedful , shall never get a listen. As our ears-closed, when they were living and bright, as our eyes glare shall freeze your fuel and sick soul’s to solid,freezing ice.

Deep Loving Streams
Coyotes howl in the moonlight

The sands of time weigh in grams

The weight of the good times

Holding close to one another….

Such are the most  beautiful of sights.

The fresh breeze upon our bodies

the sparkle of feeling in your eyes..

From our hearts..heat of sweet devotions

weld us permanently into

ever-after’s paradise lined skies.

Even when you and I are not physically as one….

In dreams…

Astral Plains we travel…

In waking hours… a smile shows…

As we live, forever….. forever in deep loving

destination river streams

Life’s Miracles

life’s Miracles
Red,white, blue, and grey.
Colors I enjoy each and every day.
Smells of barbeque.. Smells of the trees.
Wonderful welcomes to my senses
Mother nature sends…
Breathing in fresh and crisp air.
I look up at the clouds…
I enjoy the clouds forming their art
In the billows of cotton and white which I’ve enjoyed there.
Dogs barking, children laughing, even the honk of a horn keeps a strong heartbeat in my chest as life , it’s beauty, as shown around me… Keeps up the excitement to venture through another day.
As the miracles in my life energize me.
I’m truly happy and free.

Blessed New Year
A light shines through the opening
to the changes which time's doors open and bring.
The sun warms the ice
As do our hopeful hearts melt away last year's fear.
We stand tall and proud and wipe our slate clean.
Once a year we can dare to venture to new grounds
that make up planned resolutions
which we place into action
We have limitless futures and venture,closer, to our promised lands.
Free of despair and evil.
Free to shine as one's self and grow
Old or young we all share one thing in common...
Dreams that we will never let die
We fight to win their worth
And so ,with such, growth and warmth
We see our Human hearts glow.

The World Needs Love
The Light That Warms Through People's Window Panes
Universal Messages of Peace and Care
Even though we might reside in different spaces
We are Human.
We breath passion to progress and live out the best
of days in our lives
Sending out just one signal
From The United States
To North Korea
To Russia
To Other Nations
People United
Never Divided
We shall one day
Hold hands
and United the World Through a Shining Light
That is True Heart and it's Shedding of light with the world

Down and under the depths of harsh waters
They fight the elements and their enemies
In fish made of steel
They prove their bravery
In the art of war
The value of destruction is overly clear
Deadly
Silent
They attack without a sound
Their damage in attack
It is quite large and profound
The sailors know no fear
As they load their weapons
A badge of honor for each of them
This is what should be pinned
As they surface
and their images appear

The spring warms us with a hotter and more refreshed sun

Shining upon our souls

such rays thaw out the chills that ice over spirits

that lead us to a more dreary daily run.

Smells of fresh green grass

Sights of birds returning from winter migration

sends us out an invitation

To go forth and start anew

to grow in self with others who are close to you.

Fresher breaths of warmer, cleaner, and reborn air

fill our lungs and give us the energies

To succeed anew

As we finish winter’s challenge and never fall

over it’s cold and heavy glares.

Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

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

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just has just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks

Look at how far I've come...
Down the pathway from despair
To become my true self.
I've flourished.
The road has been rough and it has been long.
I played my music, I've designed new art, I lit up the highways
For all to see
I'm everywhere.
In my arts, legends, and messages.
I love this.
To see others migrate and come together
To aid in this fight, win the wars, and be stronger, forever.
We need each other...More than ever.
Over debates and misunderstandings..
Drop the obsession with the "ill faded" ideals..
Bring forth your unique, beautiful, and personal
gifts of contribution...
That shall be total resolution.
Of the problems we face, whether national or personal.
We are a chain of souls.
As bonded to each link.
When one falls
The weaker we become and fall towards war's brink.
He smiles upon this, the dark master.
We rise up and dose out his flame.
Now, there is no one for our excuses in our souls to blame.
Look how far we have come.
Past the present casualties to newly built cities
Newfound allies whom we thought couldn't be...
They held out a hand and we grabbed it
Even past cemented and ill-placed stigmas and past tragedies.
As one big army, we fight despair's war.
We are to become victorious.
As together we are the power.
Let us unite and conquer and plant peace flowers.
It shall not belong, into the future, band together.
We shall be the most powerful force in the universe.
The ones who went past their limitations...
Look how far we shall go..
Into the future...
We are the new civilization.

"Send in The Clowns"
Linda Ronstadt sang on as mother wept
I was quite young
I become bruised by her drunken and stabbing snake's tongue
I worked long nights as a teen
Avoiding the hell that ruined my youth that forced me into a man's role
I raised my mother like a daughter as my dad worked.
He was blind to her unplanned brutality.
Her life almost ended many times due to drunk stunts
I rushed to the phone as the pediatrics asked questions
over scars and ****** wounds she forced into my arms.
Blows that winded me and were blunt.
Bad boys homes
Escapes from her terror as she took in the poison.
As she waked sober. She was quite a charm.
A loving soul mixed with dealers and her boyfriend pimps
I was fearing the smile of the circus until I immersed into insanity.
Changing schools like underwear
Sitting in therapy. Not uttering a word.
The shrink wasted time, lifting her skirts, and left me empty and broken there.
I was afraid of the tornado of "Mommy Dearest"
as the volcano of tame-less  evil.
The drink rotted her brain and body.
She would break as I was thrown through a window sill.
"Mommy please stop this pain."
Years and years the storms rolled on.
I road the roller coaster to car crashes and ****** fights.
A storm crushed family left in blood stained tears.
I stay strong and helped lift them up.
Their "rock of loyalty"
Their "Honey" in a broken cup.
Her sins felt like my own
Now I held the same drink from which it came.
Insanity in ***** and wasted years.
Now the pain's voices I've endured
They can sing and close me up.
But strength and a true heart can never be tamed
Even on through the words of blame.
I can laugh at the vary likeness of the clown I had feared.
Clowns stay happy without meaning.
I am the one you see walking tall, still.
See him write, sing, and create.
For true wisdom and beauty are not bought or given.
They are not even just a beauty that is enjoyed skin deep.
This strength prevented me from drowning in fears waters
which were ,then, way too deep.

Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.

Torn between two lands
Rich then over seas to become less.
He had more power than before
Over those who believed in him.
His oppressors tried to take him down
Now they have lost him without a trace
In a different land and with a different name.
Not one knows of his secret.
He misses a loyal island soils
However, being far less , "normal"
In another land makes this Latin man
Happier than ever in his life.

The days that lead up to this country's birth
were filled with burning hearts
****** Battles...
Freedom Signaled By Victory's Bell.
The best things , in life, are never free.
The days may feel like Hell...
The death of those snakes from which gave as a good rattle.

The nights can be lonely and cold like Winter...
Your Burdens might be many....
Determination is the most valuable of ingredients
In this spell of "Magik."
After the struggles....Comes the outcome...
Victory.
One becomes even stronger after those snakes of doubt
Stroke us with their mind blurring venom.. which made us sick.

To give up means that you are not willing to live.
For the struggles make us all unique....
A character worth writing of or about which to speak.
This country endured a lot of pain and dark days...
Yet this fine country never dies.. It gives...
Even when we are at our lowest points.. The gift this land gives, Freedom and The right to be an "Individual"
Who has the right to say how he feels..to live as he wishes..
It's a wondrous feeling...
Like a fish..who is a needed  part of a school...freely swimming with the other fishes.

America the beautiful.
We love everybody ,equally.

All are welcome here.

As we say such, cheerfully.

As many problems ,as we might have.

In time ,we shall over come them.

Triumph over all enemies….

United with all who befriend and support us.
We defend you and love you as unique as you are.

A nation who was born yearning freedom from corruption and from one rule…

We are a nation who shall always live on as the land of the free…..

Let all who live in the land and or support us cheer and be defended over corrupt and dangerous fools.

I felt the weight of the world
Then your visions came to me.
I felt light as a feather...
I felt my dark world brighten and become less blurred.
I felt your soul yearning for mine.
Visions of our sweet bodies fused and entertwined.
I tasted your kisses.
I felt your sweet touch...
It was the remedy to life's problems that was what I need so much.
I felt the passion and the dedication of my beating heart....
Singing out to you.
I could hear your heart sing back....
My spirit felt less blue.
I saw images of our bodies becoming fused together
Passion burned us , sweetly, as we caught glimpses of our future.
Forever.
Young, though years apart.
The right mixture of youth and wisdom
Which shall honor family, making more of such,
Feeding the need to find away to speak to you and gain your sweet attention.
For, out of true and honest longing to be next to you, sharing a life.... that's what I long to mention.
So, you know where to find me.
I shall long for your reach
As the door opens, she
shall grab and hold me , tightly.
My sweet lady shall stay safe and warm in true love's design
After we made the decision to stop waiting
And we run to one another.
Growing older and wiser , together, is what I call a "happy forever."

I want to touch your hearts.
I wish to cease the violence
from divided souls from which it starts.
Not one man is a saint
Nor is he the devil...
Let us all link our care for lives, together, as we stand
civil
Like the Dominos which may fall when a war shot blows
or punch is thrown
Starting a moment's impulse of angry repayments to start
without thought from the heart
we never seem to be able to finish what goodness we have started.
Here it goes
Like a skipping record.
The same events under new people and their own defined terms.
I shall take off the defective record and play for you
a sweet and relaxing record
that shall place clear minds and connect such
with their good parts of the heart.
If each one of us does such, in this world, we won't be the dead from which our souls have departed.
We live onward, connected, a stronger unit than when in the division.
If one by one, us good dominos, start a chain reaction
To our hearts, that great karma shall come back to us...
Like a boomerang
The world as a fortress of sweet and enjoyable unity
To everlast that odds of the struggling and desperate portions of fallen communities.

Equal.
To toil enough. Not too much and not too little.
A cup filled to the top but never filled over it's edges.
To give something of me, however, not everything.
Until I am wasted to nothing.
Which is the opposite of equal.
To go far with someone or something...
However, not over logic's top limit.
Expectations are natural. So are people and their rules.
Set down too many and you get little in return.
Few who shall come nearest to you.
Your world shall be fenced in and empty.
Without being whole, there is little to break off and give to another.
Without giving, one runs out of ways and spaces in which to receive and fill one's already full ego.
Balance is the key to gaining true and enjoyable gifts out of life.
Without balance, even a Trapeze Walker would stumble,fall, and have too much weight on their minds in which to fill any answers to their questions in life.
I fell,i got back up.
I listened and then i taught.
I followed.
Then i had to lead.
I loved, however, then i must be loved.
If things are worthwhile in the energies of your life..
Share them.
As you shall gain much more of such as you share that energy,or gift, from your heart to another
who truly needs such.
Full shall become their once  empty lot.

I've developed a disease.
The disease of needing you.
Now, this "cure has come too late."
I'm a wreck inside.
Although I look great and smile outside.
I hide the tears that I've cried
Through my hardened and useless pride.
You tried to hide the wounds that you have caused.
You have tried to clean the blood you've spilt from my veins.
I sought the right soldiers and they have seen the stains.
They beat you. With me. In this battle.
Now, you shall remain locked away in your own shame.
There are no exits for you.
After what you did to me...
What will **** you is your blame.
Tortures you.
A justitified sentence.
Now stare out your prison..see that fence.
I'll be standing their. Physically and Mentally..
To taunt you to quicken the death.
Of your kind that took my innocense...so long ago.
Let liberty shine and glow.

She entered my life ... an angel
A gifted and troubled spirit... us two
We banned together..Nikki and I grew.
Her words of poetry spoke to my heart.
As I had made my written story ... come alive...
I received a message from a lover from a news article...
A brilliant voice ended Nikki's beautiful start...
Her spirit still speaks to me
Even after all these years
She was so brave and powerful..
Until Madness took command..
It won the demise of a beautiful hand
She was sent up to the gates of the gold that entered the promise lands
So I talk to her every dark time that this same cruel voice that speaks to me and ended her
She relights my way
I smash the monster away
Now I am the bright and fire lit author
That shines, on, through endless days.

Flashes of memories

Blood Red, Death Grey, and Fear Yellow

Waking hours turn to Replays

An unwanted Movie Show

On the screen of my life

Destruction, Assault, and Reckless Harm

A house of cards that fell apart

As I stumbled to fight back the Replays

This process has to end

One day I shall become stronger

I shall whipe these reels clean

They will cease to play.

i feel you...
though we are thousands of miles apart
you dear friends and deep romantic interests.,,
you are never alone.
when those empty and trying cold nights
frighten and chill you to the bone.
you have my spirit with you.
as my heart beats
it sends its signal to  all i adore since all i do value
through all the storms in which i have been through
i could never have made it down this far without you.
so as you stop and do think of me
we bare the burden together...
as long as you need me in thought or in presence
i shall support you like Atlas and hold the weight of your world
as i hold you in my heart
stronger than "gorilla glue."

If one gets nothing but questions, where does he get the answers?
For those who doubt him.
Even after he has fought so hard to been seen in a better light.
One cannot sail on without first having a sail.
To push themselves past the small things that prevent their boats
from pushing to a bigger and better plight.
Where their questions can be asked over bigger things than if a guy
is worth trust, sunny days, or up to something "evil."
They can recieve answers to things, even from this "one" in "question"
That is well spoken, pure of heart, and never a horrid emotional "oil spill."
A knock on the door always get's a door to open than a tap on a wall.
One might "look" or "appear" "questionable."
However, do you you need or have the right to know the privacy behind such questions?
On who he truly is?
What is is "always" up too?
Why not, "Do you wish to sail with us?"
Onward to bigger an brighter information and needs that the "one"
"once deemed questionable" helps weave a sail....
Us passengers board...we find bright and more amazing lands
Outside of the small ones that are of people's personal "Computer"
Storage centers, called "Life."
Sail forward fellow sailors.
Question the bigger and more important issues..
For one man does not an island make.
Nor does many a battle win....
If we cannot look past our "profiles" of what "questions" that we have of others , which we deem, "awkward,"
than no sails are woven from too few of boat hands....
Too little of a crew is unable to maintain a longer voyage to the biggest of "answered" "lands" of "question.."
As the captain of his ship is not occupied on plotting his "future coarse,"
He is preoccupied with clearing crew members due to their "Bad accreditation"
Therefore, instead of having a huge crew in which to do battle or find treasures with, His boat sinks.
The Captain goes down with this misguided "Ship"
and gives in to the darkest of "Forces."

Lady Liberty's Tears

We were once spirited and life building souls
America was thriving

America was inventive
Lady Liberty stood tall , smiling

Shouting to the  world
how warm her flame 
Fired up a nation
sought on more than surviving

We were united people

We worked together and started thriving. 

Then fear, poverty, and misguided politics
Derailed a once smooth running Liberty train.
We made friends of other nations

Pushing our now colder voices and words

As lady Liberty cries and burns out her flame

We must end the quarrels with more than our neighbors

Our nation’s allies

We must live together and rebuild still great 
Neighborhood communities

Heal our cities

We must end the silly family fights

And become a united heart once more

This is where America and the world

Starts the path to true prosperity

And the globe reunites

The sun warms my once chilled body
Through pains of glass in a fast food pain glass window.
The activity of life is artistic scenes
rows of color
Fresh Smells of exhaust
The sounds of engines roaring
The chatter of the morning customers
The sweet laughed of children and grandfathers
My heart beats with pride
Simply seeing new visions of a day
Out and about
Alive and simply being a witness
to the activity of life
A visitor amongst the crowd
Feeling the summer days start from the night.
I feel truly alive and deeply spirited.

Through the Looking Glass
James Bond played his “Double” role  

On his “investigations” to locate the  “treasonous” Villian.

His “distractions” are well known…

Past his “secret” identity and “cover”

His “secret” is very well known

Past that

Spying is quite irritating

On both sides living double lives

Human reasoning defines what the “crime” or “need” of their own “roles”

are of the necessary order

As each person calculates based on its own relations

Memories and Conclusions played through life’s “feed recorder.”

I might be one out of many in the crowd.
I might not be on top of "The World."
However as hectic and separated as I sometimes feel...
I owe my strength to being part of the many....
Than ever having life too easy and "be richer" on the "top."
Even at times where I feel I am invisible and never seen....
Even after the stress draws my mood to be somewhat cruel and or mean...
I simply step back, take a breath, and understand...
That I'm part of the "Many" that enjoy their efforts "above" that of the "few."
I know that I am never alone as I feel things are piling up
Or Problems seem to make me drown in life's ocean...
However cruel as this world might get....
I've learned how to swim to my "resort's Shore."
Earning a chair on the beach in relaxing shades of a "Truer Reward."
As my hard work, patience, and a truer understanding of my "fellow man"
Leaves me to feel well "rested"
I am "well rewarded..."
Lifting the weights of "Truer Power"
Being a great and needed part of an equal trip with well earned friends along life's road trip.
Shaking hands as we departed.
From the starting line to the finish....
In this rat race of life....
I've earned "My fans" and "truer Victory..."
Simply Through being the Best that I can be.