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.

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."

I am the prey
Of those Hunters who are  on the "hunt of the strong will"
A species of heart, in-measurable value in the capture
of a rare and almost thought of non existent race
of Human Heart - the head mounted over a fireplace sill..
hung proudly, a conquest, for the weaker souls to taste, in victory, the capture of the stronger
energy in such is a challenge to track and fight
It takes the other eager hearts time spent, neglecting other's of their type for a better hunt capture, a safari that takes so much more longer
in time and expense of energies
that weakens their travels with a worn out and outdated map
to the "brighter paths to the gardens of the strong"
Will's well pours out only so much magic for the larger hearts to collect, in them, its waters.
Now they close in..he slips away...
The allusive "Strong Will Species"
such that overwhelming admiration and envy mark their hot branded burns upon their egos
with each measurement to the special adaptations to the heart of this beast
Such can fill the hunger for a well earned hunt for much empty species for energies
that makes up a banquet of a feast.
They can try with all their skills and might
for magical and more bright mystical heart's energies
can never be overtaken
they can never be tamed
With each misguided hunt to even more greed-filled envy and hunger for what this "Strong Will Entity" does hold
they fail to hunt for the well ,itself...
For feeding their thirst for energy with its waters
and feeding the hunter's need for strength with the waters of knowledge
Bleeds out energies with the wish to capture and ****
The head of such and unbeatable beast which to hang the head upon their pride's shelf.

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."

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."

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.

I seem to be engulfed in an exciting conversation
Topics of sports, politics, creativity, and relation..
The partner and friend that I am enjoying this "flow with"
Is me,myself, I, and the situation of Seclusion.
Brainstorming my escape.
My partner draws in his ideas that are of worth
He is so smart
While the other conversationalist in this duo
Feels like jumping the gun, going on the flight, and leaving people cold and cruel.
I satisfy my urge to release my steam at my partner as he is only the reflection in my mirror.
He sees me so much more clearer
He never talks back or denies a chat
as we are one in the same
A brain hungry for another to plan, create,express,and debate with.
Exactly where to find the moment and place to find such an entity is quite narrow.
As I'm here, there, and I'm almost everywhere
where the right people seem not to be
So, until then, I love my conversational partner
He stimulates and entertains me.
I never feel alone
As me,myself, and I have a date to be and stay free.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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?

Words are deadly weapons

Words are also beautiful Poetry.

Watch how you use these in a ritual manner

Your messages can hurt and damage the Human Heart.

A beautiful sculpture of the Human spirit shattered with Misunderstanding’s Hammer.

Colors are Dark

Colors are Bright

Mix the right shades while shining your diamond’s light

A wrong shade of gray or the too bright blood-red paints

Can make you into a sun with the Dark Side of the Moon’s

Message

A disguise in accident due to reactions and actions

That were wielded like a deadly sword

Damages came quite soon.

Fixing the disrepair of a once full and loving home

Repairing a Human heart battered until it became too weak

To pump the Happiness of life and love

Such dies from a Heart Attack.

For some “words of ill faded wisdom”

Can never be taken back.

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.

When ‘cherished friends and relatives’ are within your presence..
They can smile, bless you, and laugh with you
at your corny jokes..
Compliment you on your looks and talented creations…
You fall for it every time.
Outside of your dwellings of hours in your
living space…
They gossip and they avoid letting others now that you even knew “that someone”
The signals work their way, slowly, to a heart
Choking on the smoke screens
That spell to his heart “what a morbid disgrace.”
Everyone has their “painted on perfections”
To hide crooked teeth, skin blemishes, and such “outer imperfections.”
Deep down. .Inside  their souls..
They are the ones who look at themselves and over-question
What and when they are to become..
The head of the “pack”
of “sought after sheep.”
Instead of the Black sheep
Always eating by himself
Alone in the far of forgotten pastures…
When the wolf comes to devour you…where will the outcast be?
Surviving past this horrid situation….
At least the wolf couldn’t catch and eat him
As he only knew too well that being in the spotlight
All of the time. Over working. Over sweating…
Leads to a temporary perfection and trend…
A sign inviting “the wolves of greed”
To an “easy to find buffet special..”
At the “café du’ Sensuale…”
Licking your blood of his saliva and blood stained chops.
He looks for the next sign..
Of those who flag him on..
Needing to be the light that always shines
The magazines printing your “perfection” in Tabloids
and fashion Magazines….”
These are his snacks, in between…
His meals

As he stalks the likes of you down…
The ones who are more imperfect than I….
the ones who “act” and who “never get the education…”
This is his delight…his favorite dish.
A mislead group….hand picked for their “shine..”
Soon, upon their souls, he shall then dine.

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."

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?

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.

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.

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

It seems I try and speak. No one hears as to the silence no response.
Hardly anyone notices my presence
As very few react in emotions or welcoming actions
My work and my lonely beating heart
Seem to be invisible and the beat of questioned empty rhythm is never heard
I’m here although a ghost
If I disappeared should it make a mark?
If I stay would I make a difference?
Or am I in another dimension?
As I am Alice
Trapped in Wonderland
Shouting through the tiny door’s key hole
At myself
Shouting “wake up.you need to wake up!”
As the waking hours become the quiet pergatory and my dreams are a horror rated
Movie played in loop while in wonderland.
Can I wake up to be seen?

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.

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.

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.

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."

Year after the year things never change.
Family members die or leave.
Connections Break.
Until one moment arrives to break the chains.
Memories over-run your mind.
Sick of being sick you redefine your resolution.
New Lands? New People? Simply Traveling?
Maybe all of the above can keep your pieces together
and becomes the better solution.
You've spun your wheels. At least you've watch them go round and round.
Now, hungry for action. You will travel until such a "non-repetitive way"
may be put in place...you shall be found.
Remaining invisable...even by friends. The hurt remains that no word can heal..
The pain inside after no action was taken..
To comfort and enjoy time with you.
After all the effort you placed into them......
Friends beg you not to leave....
But in the end.You are the one who feels forsaken.
You promise yourself "no more breaking" "No more Nonsense."
So it appears you must break or jump over
the objects and subjects  that have kept you in a trapped and suffocating fence.
An area you refuse to stay in and simply be wrote off as "all talk."
Your newest plan will be in "motion." and the ending shall be ideas and a simplistic "notion."
Next stop- the ocean?

A voice was a gift
Placed into the Human Physiology
For one being to express one's self to another.
Song, speeches, and scripts acted.... ohh the lift!
Up into a new rush.
Better than drugs, liquors, and...."hush."
I'd hate to ruin a great feeling.
To hear your voice
I am like "marry poppins" and her Uncle.
When laughter strikes us as we laugh glued to our ceilings.
"Ohh....to find you. Just to be near you.
"Peter pan" believes
"I, more than fairy tales"
True belief. I flew through skies of color.
At just one thought of being with "that one....no more than us two!"
Truth is spoken here.
If you chose not to hear, how can you truly understand?
A true heart that beats.
More than a moment of a sensual "druglike rush"
This lone man does test waters, holds back, and remembers how he stands.
Tall, proud, and here for the one.
If she would take the chance and choose to deeply
"Believe."
That I am unlike "all the rest."
As you can fly like me and "tinker bell "
And good old "young and our true pal Peter Pan"
Flying upon angel's wings
"Just say those words to the response to a question of a loving man"
Words speak.
Louder than actions.
Just at the end of the sound of your voice...
I'll fly to you, in true heart, as fast as I truly can.

My Personality seems to be "too nice"
when other's attack
and you cannot seem to lift a fist
A conflict lasts too long
Another Sacrifice.
You are forced to settle for less
Because the other friend wants more.
If you fail to win this game
Than it is you that loses to their score.
Their beliefs are fact.
Yours are "insanity."
"you need to do better"
even though you've tried "too hard"
and even showed  fair tact.
How can this road trip to the Devil's Land
Benefit both
In order to avoid a separation  or collision
and keep what's important intact?

I have always feared the silence of night.
Others once near being out and about.
Private hours never enjoyed through the distraction of emptiness and fear.
I never had seen it as a gift... Of enjoying being at my best. By myself. Youthful plights.
A breezy lift...
Energies to create and to become truly eventful.
As I was used to chaos and tragedy to interrupt these times as i , alone, sickly adored.
I became stronger and used to these times, once again.
As a a true friend rescued me out of a battle that I needlessly fought.
They brought me back to the calm and the serene.
Now, even in the silence of me being alone at night...
I release my creative and inventive plight.

Your spirit is an energy which must be balanced like gold on a scale.
Too much weight placed on one side weighs away from the other.
Walking slanted down on a strait roadway, we drive ourselves into the brick wall.
Fears built...Brick by brick
Until we tip over and crush down another.
Bitter cuts from despairs'desperation and urgent need to "be who we were,again"
Even through drops of emotional blood, we seek the need to fill the emptiness, inside, with anything at all.
In the end, we never regain who our spirits once were.
What sort of energy that spilled out of the wounds we inflicted upon ourselves..
We become merely a "pieced together jigsaw puzzle"of never a clearer picture,however...
Just a splash of loosely splashed colors and illogical designs.
Again, we cut ourselves open, to release the overwhelming pain that tips our scale from the positive side and what we now fill the other side with, well, that's what inspirational bright lights are for.
To ease one out of seclusion and back  into the world around him
The sun which warms him from the cold that day balances him through another tipsy and near wrongly opened future
In a hallway full of unmarked doors.

Pain.
What is it for?
It teaches. It punishes. and it is a force to be listened to.
It can tear you  apart.. It can change you from wrong to right.
It will bring you to your knees in the night.
Pain is a message that is of many different forms.
Can you distinguish such from your norm?
Where is it coming from? What is causing it?
Better fight for a cure.
Or pain shall make a smart man into any idiot.

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."

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.

Some Will
Some Don't
Some Claim That They Don't Have A Choice
Just the fact that you are reading this tells the answer...
Now is time to use your "God Given" Voice.

The window into the past

From gazes into the present

A gift of a painting

From A “Magic Box”

Was Cast.

Sketches of Color

Carve out the landscapes

Places We See

An invention of Time

Brings your vision to me.

A flash of light

A box held up by a staff

Take a permanent view

Such “forever” is called

a Photograph.