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.

I am waiting...
Patiently....
For a New Light....
For a newer Way..
Battling..For A Fresher and Brighter Beginning
A Tomorrow....
So, the questions remain....
Just where to start..
The right spot at the starting line...
When the gun sounds...
Will you be by my side when I start such a race?
To finish with me?
Or will you allow yourself to be left behind?
As a fresher start
Means a brighter way looker forward...
Never looking back....
Is there a person in my future...

To meet me as I win the race...
To a more successful me...
From where I am standing...
Here.

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.

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."

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.”

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

Passion's energies
You feel from the energies inside
Needful release of such
Needs slow release
Like a "slow cooker"
******* true to true attraction
Synergy.
Sharing your soul through the hot
movement of your body
Holding such "steamy elements," inside
You steam up and then start to explode
As the Crockpot has warned you to lift it's lid
Do not?
One shall not know true blissful enjoyment
of the experiences of sharing "a stranger's romance"
With that one which he deeply has a desire
For
Inside and out
Of the fashion and the **** little underpants.

Fresh winds blow.
Through the tall tree tops

What a breathtaking view from this top floor.

Sounds of a roaring water fountain
The happiness of children in their laughter.

Conversations and automobiles mark a fresh and new Hour.
I feel newer and I feel younger.

The new life that's sparked an inner light and which has now inspired me.

To spread such beautiful and warm light
to those around me
who may need such.

A "Hello" to you, as you read this.
I warm you with a happier tone.

As I gaze at such beautiful scenes of fresh weather
and even the airplanes as they prepare to end their flights.

My heart beats to you and those you hold dear.
Happiness and light....This day is fresh...

Here's a picture, that I truly hold dear.
I no longer lose the sights of such "smaller moments."
I no longer see through "darker shades".

Now this is a "greater feeling." " A toast to a heart"
which I now have and do share  "music of a brighter beat.."

Enjoy each of this "Small moments.."
For there will be plenty more, of which I consider, a "Miracle" that over weighs
Out in the world... those hearts beating on the side of the wicked.

I add strength to those giving and bright ones who never need to feel alone,scared, and sad.

"Beauty..."
You have given such to this sometimes dark and scary place, "Earth."

May your light, now shine in numbers; for I have passed the torch on...

Through Your message," hope  shines unto me, now then through this pen."
Now and forever.

We light this dark world, united, again and again.

She came through a dimensional portal
A fictional Character
My Bonnie was flashed to her "Clyde"
In a world in which she did not belong
We are both mortal
We shall stand together and fight until our deaths.
To remain, true to our bonds of love and honor.
Although she was once "unreal.
she is "real" now
Even if those skeptic wonder , "how?"
The other popped through the same flashed gate
The "Dillinger" that was the policewoman named "Kim"
tried to end a "great thing" on a whim.
We drew out our swords
we fought the "law"
we kicked her in the "jaw."
She ran back to an area, safe, away from us.
The Two of us "Bonnie and Clyde"
Jumped a bus
We find another  area to live free and start a family
Free of this "law" that almost ended the two of us.
A freshly written start of a new eternity.
A family name
Full of Electricity.

Humans.
We are Half " animal"
also Half "Machine."
We "love"
We "lust"
We "long for"
We "yearn"
"Blindness" to "energies"
"Souls" Never "seen as Balanced"
are always heavy to the "right" of "positive"
When "jumping" to "conclusions"
Fails to "charge" the "system"
Due to "too much negative"
"Streams"
We must "cross such"
"Sometimes"
"To get to the other side."
"Fear"
"out-ways"  "Sanity"
When "greener grasses
"are doubted Profanity."

Holiday of Light
The holiday celebrating the miracle from a death

A spirit healing itself through his father.

Light had shone down to healing forgiveness

Even to his enemies who inflicted such harm

Upon an innocent and caring profit

Out of fear over what they didn't understand

or felt the jealousy of a brighter mind and heart becoming a source of truer loving leadership

A selfish need of attention

Their demands of forced beliefs of their own failed teachings

Clashed with Jesus’ truer teachings

Life and Growth

The hearts’ leadership that was stronger than Earth’s governors

Lead him to be crucified

Forgiveness even as he suffered to his death

He flew to the heavens

and still sought to bring

the evil ones

up with him to the promised afterlife lands.

My eyes opened to the wonder around me.
So much to see in a day fresh and young.
Taking in the brisk morning air.....
I looked up and  I saw dancing clouds, a bright fiery
ball, the sun.
With full lungs...My imagination was now on the run.
My eyes opened to see....  a shadow from my body.
An image ,like a marionette, dancing along with me.
It started some laughter,from the  vision, which this whimsical imagery's wake-up call had just  rung..
To remind me that I am part of this world.
A grand place that it is.
All the smiles around me, from passers walking by..
the scenery around me...
the sounds of nature..
Reminded me to be grateful of all that I am.
That I am not as different  from any who were
around me there.
Erasing the thoughts that had once cast a rain cloud above me
and had brought me down...
I shed  my pity and sometimes large ego and  found, "A Happy Goodbye."
When my eyes were closed, I was too blind to see.
With my ears closed, I was to deaf to hear.
Now that I took the first step...
Out into the bigger world of the "Open."
To a better future, from despair, I know is now near...
These closed eyes are no longer too blind to see...
"Now,"  to the real me my inner voice had to say, "with no longer closed ears" "You are now able to see the beauty of each passing day."

Strength is taking in another breath.
Enduring countless tears.
Through the worst of it all and never playing dice with the reeper and losing to death.
It's cheering on your opponent when you lose a game to them.
Shaking hands and never submitting to revenge.
It is giving back to the community
Even when it is not money.
The talent I give to shine light on a failing world
To let them taste another's kindness like spoons of sweet honey.
It's having the patience to wait for better things to happen
Rather than jumping at the less of the light
Which shined for the wrong reasons.
Ending up turning your back on the truer tomorrows
And to your comrades, excepting to commit treason?
We all have hearts that beat...we are never alone.
Just a hello to a stranger and acceptance of the action that betters two instead of the one...
Well that makes a treat split for two dogs to enjoy a bone.

I grab hold of a life line.
A dangling "vine" to witch my soul
clings to life by a strand.
I scream out the pain of nights whipped down by hearts in which you look up too
You also give your everything out of your poor rash-ins  hands.
Do my tears quench your thirst?
For salty oceans where my cuts blood with the cutting of the salts?
Shall you jest as I get damaged in front of your eyes...that are too blind to see...
My past is treated as humorous tales of foolery
Leaving the victories in my life, unspoken.
Locked away by the Jester in his Vaults.

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 viewing 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.

Do I type a "Hello?"
Shall l Click a "Like?"
Shall I "pose in my best outfit,seductively, on my Bike?"
If I "typed you a message," could you "be social?"
Or...........
If you recognized me "outside the box"....Would you be the first....
To "throw the rocks?"
"Critique what I say"..... "Weigh" the words on "screen..."
"Mimic" my "actions" on the "Youtube"
"Laughing" at "me" as I'm shoved to hurt on  "life's scene?"
"Bullied" to the point of...
"Numbness...."
"Anger........."
"Hate..........."
Or just "what are the actions, online," that "you think" that you need to "debate?"
"Enjoyment," " social expressions," " points of view," and "such..."
They are "freedom of speech"....as such, no one needs to "Break a leg"
and then have no one to "Hand them their crutch."

Once a year we celebrate the tales of the dead.
An ice pick in the chest or an ax through one's head.
****** tales and make-believe are best shared with teeth rotting sugars until this horror-happy day leaves.
A chain saw to cut up another victim to prepare the night's feast
Follows a scream full of fear and the chase of a murderous beast.
We all become actors in Halloween celebration...
So dust off your spell books and conjour up some fun conversations.

Alone in quiet hours

Quiet while people come into the room

“What is the matter?”

“Why Don’t You Create?”

“Lack of affection. Lack of Mutual Understanding.”

It’s a Holocaust and doom.

1,000 knives stabbed in my back

“Why are you here? If you refuse to return my soul’s

Energy? Am I your Shrink within an emotional attack?”

A snack?

A temporary fix?

Some kind of drug that only lasts but a very short time.

“You don’t know my grief! You will never listen!”

Not without a fight.

I feel exhausted.

Why must I aid you in your life’s quarrels?

If my questions and tears remain unjustified?

To the likes of you?

A one way street. I need replenishment.

Of energy taken.

True soul equal distribution..

No more of your punishment.

I’ll find a way out of this corner.

That I was pushed into.

Due to my past?

My deficits?

Me needing you?

More than you see….You see right through me.

Attack me when I’m down.

Trying to **** my victories and my wins….

As you return home and the routine, again, sure shall begin.

I have ideas on your weakness. It is your Father’s Pride

Embedded into you.

Becoming too strict to even smile?

Discipline overloaded the machine..

That you have become.

See me remain, myself.

As I need no energies that come

when I feel and get reprimanded…

from these moments that are quite a scene.

You are unwilling to learn.

No older dog needs to learn new tricks?

Age plays no card in this gamble…..

As your soul needs it’s own recharge.

Feel my breeze as I walk ahead and disappear.

“Salute to the Sarge.”

Every so often we fall.
Sometimes our souls break.
Never to allow ourselves to " stay Knocked out and down."
Recover the pieces and complete this puzzle.
A lot in our time to come - some extremely intense ways, the future of Humanity remains at stake...

At one time, sorrow and doubt force us to wear a frown.
Taking in breaths created by positive energies.
Allowing a strong well enhaloed blow...

Inventing Powerful forces
Pushing out the negative poisons...


Like Rocky Balboa
Never to shift our eyes of the light.


Performing all of our hearts

We get back up.
Standing stronger,taller,and rising back up.

To pursue life's more noble fight.


Merely giving the relaunch of the positive and bright...Personal intentions
Human endeavors...


Like rare instruments
Tuning the emotional brain.
Like struggling musicians in this " Grand Symphony."
Our full Orchestra portraying a meaningful and cheerful "musical drama."
A musical composition that shall make them proud...


Our forefathers, fellow men, children, and women...

Also, our family.

Like our own Father's, Sisters, Brothers and Most Importantly, Our mammas...

For the words "can" and "Will" are fused within our psychic.



Staying in the deeper stages to remain defeated?

Never!
The ring of life is contacting our spirits.


Inevitably arise and spit contemptuously in overwhelming challenge's ghastly faces.
Not to become severely weakened by dreadful doubt
Or Insecurities
Obtaining Triumph's Championship Belt...
Experience the wind of opportunities.
Penetrating the soul!

Bettering Mankind, the self, personal life and the surrounding communities...

We constitute all parts of a bigger, quite powerful and defined attractive energy.


A force that has a light much Brighter, a wind indeed brisker...

lighter,,,, and more stronger,much proudly profound army of Boxers.
In this critical time that Goodness shall "Draft"

Into the " Ring of shattered life."


Nothing can stand in the way...
As we are in contrast, together, from within tragic destiny

We overwhelming lead here...

Only defined and merely written into "Future's Defenders of Justice"

Brutal war books

Tragic chapters meaningfully written throughout false messages and within truer Reasons,

More heroic narratives

Used ink scratched within these brittle pages

Tragic stories we conquered in Celebration.

Where our own Human egos

Weakiness within them which could ever imagine...

Nor can living minds scarcely comprehend...


" United as one. "
"Divided we inevitably fall..."
As we merely form, together, as one all-powerful and united force...
The Continuing and Progressing Children of the Earth and Spirits of Humanity
Tireless energies unwittingly unleashed in personal unity..."

We are an obscure legend Called "Evolution's Dragon"

Novocaine

I need some for the heart.

Novocaine rubbed to a worn out heart.

Easing the aches of hours of exercise

to prepare it for more length of emotional highway ahead.

Rough starts

Harsh Falls

Sweet Restarts

Turbulent Trials within Moments

Just like a cracked tooth, it can be a pain

Ease the length to the refreshment of healing time

Back to the point of strength and enlightenment

A numbing presence to ease hours of access feelings

which only deepen the strains.

When we are born..we see a bright light
As we leave the womb and become a separate entity.
She helped to create and bring life into your fleshy body
A gift that shall be brought , from her to you, for all eternity.
She takes care of you when you are sick.
She cheers you on when you win a Baseball Little League Game
She holds you just to share her love and warmth
As such, respect shines upon her blessed name.
For Mothers are miracles
Never to be taken lightly
or to be ever forgotten past their souls leaving for eternity's palace.
For she breathed life into your well designed body...
After you and your father....
The energy of your soul
Cheers out once a year
The anniversary of the person who gave this world, you..the miracle...
She deserves a strong hug and deep and cheerful,grateful,and energy-powered cheers.

A voice echoes
From a radio in the halls

Memories visited
As one day dreams

A blissful noise echoes off
The walls.

Screams and scenes
Love and hate
Are such stories
In musicians languages
In which we relate.

Fly through blue skies
Natural highs

On a bird’s wing
Let his energy ring.

The end of this song
Ends this dream
To be revisited

Turning on this little black box

Ice cream And sweetness reign in A heart
Stands strong.

Late at night
One can see a light on
In my home
As I invent and also daydream
Inventions to renew a worn out world
Helping those who have limited ways
In which to find their ways
I  am a "kind scientist" getting lost in my brightest of schemes.
In my dreams
I see a much more advanced and a much more united people in the future
As I enjoy the astral travels
To different moments and places in time
I become inspired
By such brilliant visions
Another diagram and invention to plan out
Spreading brilliant ideas abroad to foreign gravels.
I donate my "smarts" and "data passed ideas"
over wireless lines
To work hard to see such astral predictions come true
I raise a glass of soda to my reflection
"A toast to the future, the moment, and a design for
a successful and more united  world...
in creative designs."

The year's clock finally ran out.
We made it through struggles...
Fought some of the most grueling wars..
Earned numerous victories...
Here's what New Year's renewal clock is all about.
Pain in the heart..
Agony in our bones...
Diseases that we have fought to eradicate..
Fighting with Selfless Charity and Self Support
We braved the waves of another year in life.
We cheer and shout, for yet another refreshed and clean Slate,
as we Stay past the Midnight Deadline...
Cheers to us, who never gave in or up, who stayed strong and proud..
we stand, together, united and true, bonded true and forever..
Singing,forever, the unity
Souls start to intertwine.

Life is not a play.
Life is not a movie set.
No producers, no managers, and no teleprompters..
It is a new event day after day.
Nothing in our life forces are planned energies.
They flow,freely,through the universe.
No scripts to memorize
No songs to rehearse
Memories are of the only steadfast and long lasting unchanged parts of our souls...
We do not need other people to order us about
Tell us how they think we should be..
Judge us upon being a "fake"
on "their stage" of life...
No no.
They received their just tolls.
No, it's our turn to show ourselves off on the "fashion of truthiness and bright and loving hear lights"
We spin and walk on the cat walk...
As we "free flow" this moment..in time..
As the future has no outline and nothing to show what it shall depict..
In scenes and henceforth
Life, in itself, is a force that needs no script.

The clock rings the alarm
"Time to awaken....Why?"
You try to work with every cold and isolated moment
You have no tears left to cry.
Social rafts to escape this island are non existent
No access to another to this forgotten inhabitant.
I'm invisible even with   a signal  flare
Even as strangers tell me.  "Don't   feel like it's the end."
I laugh inside
Like  the Joker
"You are not wearing my shoes?"
"Want to see me rot until I'm dead?"
Still, I work on my trades, by my own company.
Trying to understand their  "rules."
So, what does this "creator" invent when he runs out of tools?
No one wishes to visit you or your "Wonder Island."
You married a curse that is being the one left on the outside.
Now, "enjoy your fate's wedding band."

Chaos in the broken.
Fear is the controller.
I rise up to overtake it's ruler.
Curse you pain!
For you shall try, but never overtake me!
The proving grounds.
After a fall.
I shall push onward.
I earned the strength.
Let's see you land another attempt to try and take this unbroken will.
Now the fight is my ultimate thrill.

As I write this, my heart has been crying inside.
I would love to see the people I care for Talk with me...
Not down to me. Like an adult with the brain of a child inside.

I have made mistakes
They have never been forgotten.

Through the reprimand of a friend as I lie on the bed depressed
Cuts my heart in two.  They devour the piece of my heart which they have  forcibly gotten.

My opinions are corrected....I am preached too as if my friend were an "all knowing Guru."

How can I feel free if I never am set lose in order to find myself?

I place myself last...I save everyone else,first.
If I fail, I have made another mistake
which is placed on their pride's shelf.

I have to talk,act, and be the way these friends declare that I should be
Or I'm not a friend, then, I am a selfish devil.

There is no freedom of speech for me nor understanding of feelings...
So the end to a poem as the last part of my bleeding heart
Which Dies a little more with a feeling of my "true nature"
Being mistaken as "EVIL."

Look But Don’t Touch
Pictures are claimed to be worth one thousand words

While words are merely spoken sounds from another’s mouth

They do not touch, nor prove anything but a spoken dream.

A view from another picture that never feels nor hears another’s screams

Human interaction and touch are needed more than “daydreams”

In moments of sadness or despair

or simply just needing someone to physically to be there

Why are pictures anything but memories and or dream?

If another in this photo, whom you desperately needed, cannot be there.

why must it be a provocation, from a photo, in which teardrops fall upon

and the empty space of their existence with you never is earned through a view

in any form of medium

To ease the pain of feeling like the lone gun who must sit in cold and empty airs

to never collect another’s feelings that equals out the emptiness by their net-worth

indescribable in moment weighed sums?

Every night I feel the cold breeze

Being alone, in the quiet, with memories replaying..

An energy that almost downs me to my knees.

Days are filled trying to find another way

In which to be able to finish what I had started

Finding the other hidden heart

To complete this unfinished soul.

I work my creative magic…

The emptiness starts to chew at my imagination

Shards of dread, doubt, and question stab my being like swords

A moment quiet and tragic.

When will these wheels that hold me in the place I’m at

Finally break free from the quicksands of limit and invisibility

Enabling the launch of my message, soul, and ventures

To newer heights of lighted up Electric Visual abilities?

Teach me a new rout that this older ship must sail

the path to a brighter future and calmer waters….

Allow the bonds of circumstance to break and allow this captive soul, freedom.

Before the sands of sorrow drown him on weakened knees that shall falter?

Merry Christmas
I send blessings to "all in the land."
You've worked hard and earned a "happy" and a "restful"
Holiday...
Celebrations with family, or even in rest from work or school by one's self..
It is memories, the futures, and the single moment in a day which we remember the miracle
in which we were given...

Beacons of light
Created through my souls' power
Of bright hearted care, visions of clear accomplishments, magnetic self-confidence, and unfiltered sounds of a thunderous power
of true goals in loving reason
Such energy shot from my heart
Flying like the colors of the rainbow
Seeking out hearts weakened.
Those hit the hardest...
At their weakest hour
Those who have had their blissful natures battered by darkness' treason.
And their peaceful notions replaced with the haunting shrieks of darker horror.
It scours...
All bright particles from its victims.
A creature of destruction...
A blood thirsty vampire.
in need of another's soul
In which to nourish and quench the endless evil thirst
Your memories of brighter days.
Your bright emotions...
Such are fluids of power.
Shedding darkness as it attacks...Exchanging such dark energies for the more powerful bright ones
In which to feed him...


By the entity's black storm of " non creative, self-hearted selfishness, - a cold arigance, and shallow hate."
As it feeds upon you.
The beast steals the valuable and great powers that are the inner warmth of beauty and self-hearted strengths...
Inside of your heart.
Weakening a soul as it floats away
Leaving a comatos  heart in darkness
Once such which was bright and true.

Exchanging the Happiness and Kindest of your soul
Filling your beating heart.
Strengthenin' the hatred, dark filled impulses, and destroying your self-empowered energies... This beast is "cheerleading the darkness" as it has once ****** from your soul.
Replacements of the evil, in which in your soul, was empty.
This beast enjoyed to have ,started a "Depository of A Parasitic Empowered Stride"
As deep, within your secret portions of your soul's closets, in which you have dark moments held there/
Locked, inside this vault.
A Means in which to maintain an "empowering and healing self stride"
You remain.
Stripped of love and burning with anger.I witness such and fight for your honor.

Upon my "white horse" I ride.
Chasing the "Beast of Sorrow"
I have armed myself with the " sword of tomorrow."

With " Truth's Scepter of Selflessness.." I chase this beast and wish to vanquish it from your soul...

I charged up and stabbed the enemy visitor's energy source.
A cloud created of pain, fear, and the energies of despair
A foul creature who feeds upon his victims.
No more energy as my Scepter blasts it back inside of your battered will.
Until your soul is clean and bright "
You can "build your newer kingdom "
From the ashes of darkness and the building materials of light...
Through ******* all your happy, blessed, and loving memories from your soul.

Through ******* the energies, which his fangs feast upon, he starts shooting the "blood of the darker visions and fears"

Exchanged from becoming light.
You start to grow to the dark... within your soul.

Into it's void...
I struck hard and destroyed the monster.
Once bitten and dark I had to fight and prepare for the fight
I was one who would overpower and destroy.
That " One, who has feasted and plagued...
a now bright heart leaps before you.
Sheltering  you from his touch and presence.
A "Trojan Horse" acting with a script until this evil partnership is ended.
Protection of others feeds my energy as it refills yours...New rules to employ.

Fighting to the end
Battling this Greedy Monster
In protection and ensuring that innocence will never be forgotten.
A fight worth the blood, sweat, tears, and a broken truth "******"
Through " Blind ignorance."
Energies which are that of PURE Evil.

So that loyalty, love, and the caring, and stronger wills
Beings, once strucken by him or once darkened by his feast upomn them

Such forces Can be restored..or remain as such...
I stay strong.
I enjoy.Fighting for those " stricken and now weakened."
True Souls...
Stripped of Truth and the honor of "Dignity's Flag..."



I conquered the beast of Darkness by the light of the Scepter.
I wield my sword and shot it into the "vacant area" that once was this beast's heart.Your soul was renewed out the dead one's.
from my own " Heart's energies shared with your werakned will
and fighting for true care for you and Humanity
I return to my "Fortress of Valour."  My "Happy Place" and My "Strongest Fortified  Laier."

Magic Soldier

Locked up like a criminal

A recluse

A lone straggler

I treat life as an auction. Yes, I’m a Haggler.

I am bankrupt inside

I am a magic man

See me thick skinned

Here is a broken man,,,

Strong enough to make his stand.

Hiding my broken heart with this stubborn pride.

Losing my family

Blamed for other’s financial and heart destruction..

Respect is a luxury

Life is a school. A learning institution

I hardly taste this Caviar

I try and out run my history.

I have traveled with my baggage quite far

A damaged good

Inside and out

Beaten, *****, and emotionally controlled

Another travel to the glamorous neighborhoods.

Those in which I see the inhabitance gawk and

Point in their polished homes.. shocked at this visitor and feeling
“April Fools” Tricked and trolled..

I rose up like the Joker

I’m the crazy man “who just sits there to pout.”

Giving up the future

Half way to an elderly ward

He gets through the thick scenes

In his strength.. spirts used in bouts..

Words cut a man to his bone..

Stitch my heart with sutures

“Make due and mend.”

I am brave and sane

Even though it hurts to see others as one

and I am all alone..

Even when I was stuck in a corner

Drugged in a mental ward.

I look out a window. Tears hitting the pane.

I became the spokesman for strength

Take my words, my hand, and Human value

I refuse to stay

I am far from what these images of my shell appear to you.

Alone without his plan and potential forefilled

Even the Pandemic couldn’t **** me

I manage a miracle and provide some skills

That set my pain free

Even on the wrong chemically induced life path

I dried up and learned

The right ways to be a friend

A rogue soldier

Strength like a tank’s armor..

Dreaming and fighting for the life

In which he has always yearned.

I shall never let myself end this life

Even though moments of hurt cut me like a knife..

without gaining what I deserve

After losing the battle

I’m winning the war

See him stand tall

A tall man matched with challenges

That never to his soul..do they rattle

Steady and viable

Due your worst

As I can fight and dance to this “rock and roll”

Now, see him smile..as his feeling heart

Through his chest..it Starts to burst.

Luck doesn't  exist.
Until Faith was a  force that invented luck.

Love never existed
Until one's heart felt for another
And energy unlocked the shackles.

From a prisoner who seemingly felt no emotion.
Such freedom created a newer heart
With the fires of faith now ignited and such was heard cackling

Devotion is never produced without the first
Of these two ingredients.
Brings forth a  spell
Of magic.

Now, a bright light starts shining.
Down on those lost
Rains hit their shoulders as they once stood alone.

Filled with magic, a new faith, love, and bright sunlight

Such acts like a chain.
As we hold hands
Spread the magic and drying the rains of the lonely
Hearts
Pieces glued back as one.
Such united people shall never die in vein.

I am a seed.
Planted in the ground.
The winters around me prevent my leaves from sprouting to see the sun blazing all around.
Other plants expect me to be content with what I am.
"There's more than this to be found than what I am,now."
For in the Spring time. When all the clouds of others contempt
and assumption of what should make me content melts like the snows on the ground.
I shall sprout my leaves. I shall become a beautiful flower.
"Now look at what was once just what he was. Now with more color. To be allowed to show my true abilities. I have become more than I was. A flower. To dazzle and comfort, through my new found colors, all of those who view me from all around."

Writing these words down into the poetic universe.
So many places, feelings, and magic shall these words light
The messages to ones feeling invisible in a more perverse and limited central verse.
You are never alone. As I shine upon you these words of hope.
I am there with you in blessings.
Stop sinking in despairs quicksand and grab my hopes rope.
Enjoy the feel of a hand that aims to guide your spirit up and out of darkness.
As I speak these words unto you...
You are now brightly lit  flames among the many...
Instead of the few.
Spread this message to all you see there curled up and crying in the dark.
Be their fuel to add to their beautiful spark
To add to their flames and end their coldness.
As this passage spreads
Few are truly alone
As this heat from my hope will heat others to the bone.

Watch me as I fall

Hear my echoes

booming down the halls

I slipped

I shook

I fake

A Smile

Then I break

Watch me as I rise

Up from the fall

Rise

With me

As we fly

From the view of prying eyes

As we answer to destiny’s call.

#Watch me#inspiring#poetry#kappler

My feelings change within the night like seasons
Boredom to excitement
then to bitter sadness
Who or what pill can end this utter madness?
Lost within my own thoughts
I waste away until a voice flashes the confusion away
the warmth of a smile and a "hello"
Makes for a saner way.
Can you tell the Shrink that the medication that I need
does not come with pills
but on a script for friendship and for love
that this man has needed
To ease the scary chills?

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.

Blueberry sunsets
Orange Citrus sunrises
in this land of miracles and moment's suprizes.
A rollercoaster of weather
Temeperatures vary like Baskin Robbins' 32 Flavors
Winds hit me like whips
Sometimes Like gentle Kisses
Any person who fails to visit here
Doesn't know what they have missed.
The good, the bad, and sometimes the ugly
We also have the great,the greatest, and the greater still...
Our land has a multitood of lands with it's unique magic
More than just the News reported gloom and doom
We have destinations to visit that scream "Nastalgic."

What becomes of a legend?
He becomes a fairy tale..A Tall Tale... One That Grows thinner every passing day.
Until the truth blares out and the one who becomes the "story" goes off his deep end.
Why must one perish before his hard work hits his public's ears?
Why must scandal hype up the cameras and lights his way when one past day before....
He was a brand new "say."
Now comes those heavy run and false tears.
Where were the cheers when he was at his peek? At his start?
At his peek of performance when he broke out for his "Grand Start?"
Legends can live on, with life, as well.
Instead of "Death due us love his part.."
It should be.....
"Even until his death, then past, from his start do we love the sparks?"
Now we visit his grave in a cemetery park.
Now it is a marker of Bloated Tragedy earning fame. I'd rather put out this flame.
I'm living my start. Past this part... I shall "live and play"
rather than "Die" and be "Celebrated after the anniversary of his death day."

Haunting ghosts of memories of the past shriek loudly in my head.
I chase after these skeletons ending this conflict by seeing them dead.
The messages taunt me even in my waking hours.
Even as I escape Despair's path by walking in fields of flowers.
The lack of connection of those people I miss
The quiet hours I try to fill seem to sicken me like venom
After a rattlesnake hiss.
I stay strong through my will and slam the memorial closet door.
Voices may haunt me
But they shall defeat me no more.

There was a sound
In the night
It was my passionate heart beating.
Restless and irritable...
I started to act out in artistic rhythms...
Communicating my disdain and  unhappiness
I changed such feelings to light
and fought the inevitable
The forces of strength were warmth and truth
a strong spirit
regenerating itself back to its former youth.
I stood up and wrote and played through the night.
I reached out to others
and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight
The Karma was bright as it returned to me..
Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor
to aid this fine world
As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book
as my words changed the outcome which we had thought
could never be stopped from being unveiled.
It was freedom of spirit and speech
A beautiful weapon in which we all possess
I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness
as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which
upon darkness
I had it upon such used to wail.

Snow is white.
Snow is Cold.
The perfect time to feel young even when you are old.
Playing in the soft,frozen flakes, dusting your jacket.
Sliding down hills.
Climbing up larger hills with your feet tied with  tennis rackets...
Nothing  to hold you back..
The energy of fun is the spark that puts weariness on the run.
It might be cold on the outside and you are warm on the inside.
After a quick warm drink....you never are to be held up inside.
For in this "winter wonderland."
You smile and you throw snow *****.
After all, this is your "amazement-fun-park land."
Nothing can hold you back,from your imagination,you are King.
Breaking out from within your household walls.
As King, you rule the cold outside.
Well protected within your self created fortress,
Which you have since erected  in snow built halls.

A solo holiday season
It's not that Bad
I have freedom to sing my own versions of Christmas Carols
Have my own dinner party
Watch some movies
And feel the Happiness of Self Company.
Five years rolling. Who's counting?
At least people think of me.
At least I know that my lost loved ones' spirits are with me
So I raise a toast, to yet another solo holiday....
Where I can cherish their memories
Reach out to those who care
Enjoy another winter day.....
And write new futures which shall out do the
Rocky Roads I've traveled
In my life's history.

I am learning to coexist
A refreshed and a new and reborn soul
Meets new faces
His confidence is the sweet toll
On which he pays to run down the roads of greeting and meeting new friends
Souls to enjoy the fun and fresh times
As life's clock measures the moments
Of intertwined souls
Employing new ways to share their existence
a feeling, oh so sublime.
Energies that spark a new power of life's forces
Charging the once drained batteries
of the HUman heart.
One can meet a potential life chain linked soul, anywhere.
Keep your eyes open.
Or you shall miss another fused chain link and intertwined and enjoyable fused soul in which a relations
of the heart and soul
shall make their start.

She's my Kitty Cat.
When I pet her,softly..
She purs.
Music to my ears.
When I'm scared or I am Lonely
She rubs against me, oh so gently.
She doesn't have to say a word.
she already knows.
How I feel.
So true to my words.
She cheers me, with her eyes, as she sees me grow.
Never selfish.
However, not quite an "open giver"
She knows how to give me passion
Shows the world her own unique  and  hot "fashion"
Inner Beauty
and some soft fir.
Watch us stroll down the road
Enjoying one another's company
as we push off
Life's gritty and heavy loads.

I was caught off guard. A chance opportunity to show a new side
Here I sit, messed around and unlike the rest.
My clothes mention "poor and misguided.."
My Solidarity within the "Mingling Masses"
I fear I don't belong.
I hate the way I have been forced, by situation, to become.
I am a caterpillar sleeping in his sack
waiting for his metamorphosis into a beautiful butterfly
I smile , in hope, as this moment does not define "Forever"
It's a path, made by a messed up road sign, that drew me closer to this living of a lie.
Other people are dressed in their best.
Including their masks that they wear.
I observe and understand....I am a new creation
A new model of Human Heart
Who never hides what or who he is
A new personality and Character Variation.
I might be a soar sight for your eyes, as for this moment.
In the future, I shall shine in those eyes...
I shall seize the moment and earn a new movement
Of looking at others through open and clear eyes
As he looks up at nature's beauty
In the beautiful and blue skies.
The vines come with the roses of beauty.
It takes a strong caretaker to keep up with such
As far as what he see's on the flower's outside.
Thorns poke his fingers...
They are the brutal side effects of what seems to be perfection
can be another's destruction.
Looks are a view. Heart is a soul and character is a state of mind.
We are all Humans and carry portions of these roses which
fail to blossom at first
we get cut by more thorns than smell the beauty
However, life is the vine. Giving the nourishment to a soul dry and desperate with thirst.
The drink is seeing the true ways in which what defines truer beauty.
The heart, the soul, and the personality that paints a beautiful portrait.
It is what defines true Humanity.

In this Land

Of Cool Breezes, The Different Faces of our Neighbor,

Waters felt running across the feet in a small flowing river….

Blessings are Counted.

Beautiful words that we value and share

Exchange of ideas between us and those around us with no where to go but up…

These Are the blessings of America.

As the liberty flag waves proudly for all to see

As Lady Liberty holds proudly the welcome to all who care to visit

This beautiful and free land

The weights of their once felt shackles are felt as they release the new

to mingle with the old in this Nation of the free.

America the Beautiful, standing together as one brave nation….

A power that exceeds all known or thought of limitations…

This “Giant..” always welcomes as the “Bear” that

we have proudly have become in spirit, we defend and honor one another…Each passing day.

In beauty for all and respect to all who visit our borders.