Death to the contagion!

The invader needs no introduction…

He has been destroying countless lands…

Countless lost souls…..

A forced “Vacation.”

Mr. President proclaimed, “This is a war!”

He could never be far from 100% right.

World War III.

Just as we were attacked in Pearl Harbor…

Failing to fully understand that current enemy…

Alike the Soviet’s Chernobyl Reactor blasting its diseased radiation

Breaking people down to their deaths

We are here trying to find the proper weapon

to place an end to people’s eradication.

No scientist seems to be able to identify or find the evil

Virus empire’s true weakness…

Countless soldiers fell and tears have fallen.

Showering the once happy lands with oceans of sickness

Like “The **** Powers,” Forced Europe and most of Russia

Into fear and Bomb Shelters

Trying to avoid their bomb blasts

Helping the world gear up to shoot at an enemy

At least one we could see.

This foe who is killing all 140 Nations

Has an upper hand due to our lack of learning the code to the machine

Replicating our own viral predator that feeds upon its own brothers and sisters

We need this “Ghost in the Darkness” to meet his match

We need to wipe him, off the face of this darkening Earth, spotless and clean!

Mother Nature, where have you been?

Did you neglect your job?

Or merely forget how to clean up after yourself?

You allowed the Dinosaurs to become extinct

You allowed the Black Plague and the Spanish Flu

To eradicate all of society … except for a few

US souls left to evolve into scientific soldiers

and **** germs

that were left under your carpet?

Your dust caked onto all of the lands

A thin layer of death

As a biological army we won over this evil stranger

We shall win again!

After all is said, done, and damaging to our Countries….

To our families…

To enjoy each other’s position in Society

We’ve forged an alliance

From all parts of this Earth.. a “Majority.”

We shall stand,together, stronger….longer.

We have won other wars without your help.

So, Mother Nature what is the next irresponsible tragedy ?

A new form of “Life” you ,recklessly, shall create or Invent?”

Should it force another “challenge” on another Billion Souls

Who has had their souls weakened from the fight?

Energy spent separating land and creating a fight against a relentless and invisible enemy?

This world War that Mother Nature allowed to start

Until such a monster has damaged the land, forced the loss of some of our livelihood, and clashes of nations?

No! United we suffer and united we shall WIN

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.

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?

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.

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.

Faded sunlight into the darkness of the night
Colors of Orange, yellow, and red line up the skyline.
Visions signaling Earth's readiness to sleep
As one dazzles at the awesome sight.
The heart beats a sigh as the day makes the soul feel more active
The nocturnal spirit awakens
seeking the presence of his companion creativity
The shutters in the cold darkness with a smile
his soul then lights up the now dark city.
The quiet hours mark the challenge to scare saddening thoughts away
The success of action depends upon a dedicated fire
that burns of this spirit
It ignites
Warming up all around him
As it hits.

Daylight sounds the wake up start

of  a brain resting from wounds of a painful sort.

Taking a breath and pushing through a rough port

of a tidal wave crashing upon my psychic.

I work through these long hours of pain

and push onward through the sick…

I become stronger, after excuses, by medical personel

who cover their own in order to leave one out in the cold.

Bold? Yes.

Rightful? No.

You  accepted their terms. Now such is in your hands.

They might think they’ve been in the right.

Just wait until they are denied passage into their promised lands.

Starving inside and out
The murderous evil actors
Laugh as they love to see their
Vines of cutting thorns of death start to sprout
People watch you drown and simple leave you there
To battle death's quicksand
By accepting selfish care
By using the thorny vines to climb out
As blood and tears trail from your eyes and body
The cost of not drowning
Was to accept their shallow and controlling roles
As the fire turns to ice in my heart
Their hunger for my defeat
Feeds these vultures who dine on weak souls.
Now that I may stand on solid ground
My bleeding and weak body is soon to collapse
Falling to the ground

My soul departs from my body
This ghost is a drifter
Who is now free from their thorny vines
I'm a drifting lost soul
A gypsy life
Where at least my spirit is unbound

Never stop
Your dreams from flowing.
The energies are deep and strong
Within you....Let them flow long.
Through the mental storms and emotional murders of dreams
Flick them off your shoulders
Carry ON
Success is guaranteed.
So never run away from the demons roaring forward like
Boulders
From Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Like Hercules, fight back, and you shall overwhelm the forces that are defined as "gloom."
Mental illness is not a defect or just and Illness
It makes us stronger
We hold true character
To smile at our tribute that other's shall celebrate our legacy
We never stopped
We inspired
This shall be an Immortal Controversy.
We are the diversity.
The ones who think "outside the box"
We invent, create, motivate, and relate
We save those who give up and stop.
We lift them up.
They walk beside us.
All those closed minds and haters die out
Returning to ashes to ashes...
Sinking into the oceans.
As their souls caught within the waves
Are reminded of their rewards
As their waves stop at the crashing at the shore's rocks.

Days of empty stomachs...
Years to empty a once fuller soul...
It grows to a head
The aftermath of  the blow...
The question of blame comes..
Nobody playing the game...
Ever tried to stop and see
the hell, flames, and destruction
That was the life they left for me.
What are you today?
You look into the mirror every morning....
You wonder what and to where you belong
You are forced to beg to get something to eat...
Beg to have what you need...
A humiliating record playing on a skip repeat
You are not a scale that stops to measure
who has what,where, or how better
It's this path that seems to never stop.
Can you see yourself having to live this way?
I don't seem to know.
I am almost always left..there..
stripped to the bone...alone..
Building energies up with what little that I have to work with..
Why don't you walk this hellish road with me..
As beside me...it feels..
just a little more better than while walking such, alone...
And be someone who witness a soul that longs to be free.

Strength is a reward
to the rights we defend
the people we care for
up until the very end.
Waves of light in every pathway lit
to the wholesome end of one travel way
to the start of the next
Brick-ways formed of gold
True Virtues and heart
given to each day's start
An open mind to understand why the darkness temps another
you rescue another from a horrific future
as the are your spirits sister's and brothers.

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.

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 am grateful for all the souls who ran into my journey in life.
Flowing freely, forward, full of light by your energies..
I am recharged through the meetings and friendly energies added to my passions along my way...
These souls that have since inspired me
Create new reasons to add to my creativities and blessings..
to lighten up a once thought of "lost  world"
Your memories prove to me the innocence and purity remaining on this planet
The same as the scientists plan to escape or
stamp in their books as "******."
I set forth not just to fore-fill to the reasoning and to the finishing of my journey, no.
I add your uniqueness of flavor to my ingredients
bold and pure energies...
as I engage new cities and souls along my soul's path
I think of you..
I am able to fight and win against disrepair's
cruelty to this land and I fight back....Against his evil wrath.

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.

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.

As I sit
Late into the night...
Sometimes I think of my past
Sometimes I think of my future.
Past my mistakes or "what might have been"
I flash back to the moment where I am safe.
The future will come no matter how I try to avoid it.
Today is the gift where I can use such moments of doubt and define a beautiful future...
By never forgetting to count my blessings
Using my God given talents..
And never forgetting to say, "thank you" in true blue gratefulness.

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.

He has a light that shines from within
A signal of care to those who warm him from the heart.
Intent to warm those cold and to enlighten those darkened
Through creative sparks that never seem to weaken.
An answer to life's crisis is needed
If we bond together we can make sure all who are lost are found.
So keep connected to the light.
For you are never alone as long as you are aware of my everlasting care.

The Lost Heart in The Sandstorms

My dreams hold secrets into a brighter future.
Compared to the empty and feeling-less moments.
Cuts by despairs knife are now strings of promise held together with hope’s sutures.
Hope is hard to hold when one seems unable to find a heart partner.
Even as friends are too busy to go out and save you from lone travels
Visions of vampires of fear and sadness
That **** hope and energies of light from the bloods which create a mind that starts to unravel.
Others have the looks, support, and talents to locate, attract, and be allowed to mingle with the desired.
Finding an end of this coldness of loneliness
That feels like stress and coldness never seemingly to become un-wired
From a cut up and crying spirit wishing for nothing but another heart to share the hours of his existence
In the deserts of time such falling upon him like sands blurring his vision in a storm
He yells out to the distant lands
Where the desired and once lost hearts are found and these hearts now dwell
Is there room for this one? Trapped in the distant storm as seen and avoided by you, I yell!
Can you see this heart who needs a saving from its unseen place
Where it suffers…
Don’t I shine with possibility?
Or shall I be left to brave these storms and perish
A casualty from the lack of visual importance?

"just love."
It is hard to for-fill such a "command"
When one has "lost" more than "He has given"
Since the He was "the odd" "Number"
To the "Even" reactions in time.
Having to "Fill"
"Predefined " "Shoes"
A map is askew
When the landmarks are "marked"
In writings that "fit descriptions of the clouds."
He has a heart. It beats.
He has "cared for those"
"Who have cared for him"
"In return."
As these "somebodies"
Who "decided to trust" in his
"Energies"
Looked past "what it appeared like"
and used their "gut" "Instinct"
To Share what "is known" to the opposite
of a "first" glance."

A dog chasing his tail.
What does rover want?
Does he want a bone?
Of coarse he does, what, are you a spirit neglectful and willing to let another die on it's own?
Charity is being able to "pay it forward"
and never "thinking" to collect
anything but seeing another spirit fly
Instead of thinking of  such as an "Investment"
And a "Tax" or "Financial" return is from what you wish to rely
Upon through greed and or doubt...that's dark.

Success is in unity
Not in separated greedy people who need a "return" before they can "give."
All this dog wishes, if you do not respect and need him, is his ability to roam free...
If you are not willing to enjoy and be charitable to ensure his survival...
Such is better than a chained life in lack of  thoughtful care, neglectful anger, or self searching and damaging soul wants and needs.....
Ensuring the soul,it's demise, through careless captivity.

Sunshine and Blue Clouds
Gulls Flying Over Blue seas
Pictures of warmth and Blue Skies
Are the true definition of utter beauty
Holding hands
Running for the tides
Laughing as The waves crash us to shore
We are captives no longer.

Sickness passed through the land of souls.
Razor strikes of blades cutting the once flourishing artistic minds down to a skeleton
An unfair ritual flashed to action by the Reaper as he was demanding payment for such beings to cross his bridge.
A hefty toll.
Such prices were paid as the best fell and the rising were starving as they sank in despairs quicksands.
However weakened by this nasty storm
Many more artistic, brave, and caring souls rose up and challenged this "troll" on his bridge..
Clashing swords and knocking down the sentry
These, us, brave warriors won passage and to the brighter and more flourishing of futures and days
Over and through this bridge
We earned our entry
We are an army
Bound together in common grounds
Fused together by our hot welds of heart
Open eyes to the other and more hopeful grasses with a sun blasting on the other side
Of this blackened grounds of current despair and grounds of thorns of hopelessness
We waged a fight, onward, and creating an energy that created a force to carry all through to a land of true self and Thankfulness.
Grabbing the hands as those who were sinking
Dying due to letting go to doubt
We lifted them up
Through the lights that warmed them through our hot and kind vibrant glowing souls of truth and hope...
We are now on such grounds of bright futures and well earned peaceful and relaxing areas
as we watched the Grim Reaper Sink in his own words of vile disease and hateful *****
As he grabbed for leverage to pull himself free to finish what he had started
However, due to the evil that he stands for, no one bothered to through him a survival rope

Freedom of speech is a gift Uncle Sam gave to everyone.
This beautiful gift allows equal expressions and something even grander..
Having a choice...
To learn from what is being taught
To speak up for yourself in defense for  yourself  and your loved ones.
To write beautiful poetry and written novels for the masses...
Having the power to use this gift in ways that benefit...
Never loosely spilling words of hate ....
Nor advocated violence in twisted cult classes.
Beauty is in everyone.
Such I love to see shared.
Not just silently.....to the world around them.
For one selflessly well guided and helpful word can
mean a violent act, to a community, can be spared.
Words can hurt. So I believe.
We were given a gift..... let us  share such for the greater good.
Let the hearts that need such a voice be spoken for and be mended...
Through a kind message, all the violence will end.
Simply by using Uncle Sam's gift by giving gifted and helpful speech back to our communities, instead of remaining quiet, and simply receiving.

As daylight marks the end of a long and insomniac night
I yawn to take in fresher air and to also breath out tensions
Of worries and uneeded doubts that freeze the once heated heart to fright.
Imagination brings my creative flame to a roaring nuclear blast
Releasing much burdened energies insanely stored within my core.
My pen flows with such releases as my brilliance ushers the loneliness and lack of confidence to another place and in my relaxed and cleared mind, I can start to explore.
Newer roads leading to more fresher and more exciting portions of my psychic that I had once burdened myself, uneededingly had gotten​, and was too blind to see this light.
Now, I feel the heat of my beating and creative passions flow through my soul until I spark to a brighter light through being the artistic..
Mind that is in awe..Relaxing with further breaths and taking in the beauty of the dawn of day..
I sink back into my chair
Without a word , from my concious and overthought arena of life, has tricked me to say.

I walked a strait line

After a distance - such curved and lead me astray.

Upset at the false meaning of a seemingly “right way”

I decided to make my own way and draw a line

Such won't curve,swerve ,or leave another astray

The map which I’m drawing out as I go

Unfound ventures by many

Over looked by perfectionists

In the distance

See me reach paradise

Since I was unhappy with being lead

by the so called right acting leaders
I decided to become my own leader, instead.

I reached the truth and promise lands

through my own, unselfish, and clear minded tricks

of movement and devise.

Words flow from this pounding heart.
Vultures take from my Soul
Like 1,000 Dementors  demanding their Tolls
To be collected for riding their
Soul Train
Paying Up
I feel like I'm starting to grow insane
Harpies lecture me on how Happiness can be used like *****
They tell you to feel "Half of the sad"
To balance and create the soul's Equilibrium.
Laughing in their old and lack of street educated faces...
I lean in my seat, proudly, "I've earned my scars"
"I've traveled these roads.."
Like "Frogger" and "His Game"
I've paid the prices for everyday trifles...
"With stronger powers than you..."
"I deserve to intoxicate myself in these "odes..."
Of "The Drug you call Happiness.."
So educate that "Dimwitted Someone"
"Who doesn't know as much as I "
"Or has no hands-on training."
"On life's battlefields."
For "I've been drafted many times"
"Sit. Let me teach you, teachers.."
"Experience sometimes deserves trust.."
"moments of enjoyment for the ease of weight.."
"For you, teachers, have become 'the students'
who I am about to re-educate."

Hold those close to you, tightly.
Moments can define when or if they shall be taken from you
Or if they shall be allowed to remain by your side
Distraction  and Misunderstanding are parts of ego and it's  pride
Tragedy and Victory marks the outcome
What person will fill the once occupied spaces
of those who stood by your side
Through time and space
The wheel of fate spins once again
Either taking one with it
Or passing by another
To leave it dwelling in the lives that it has been connected to
or what homes where it has lived and where it  has been
One moment from another
Such can bring new things
The moment can also leave, bring, within the still of tragedy or at the miracle of brilliance, it can even  take a sister and or a brother.
A blink of the flirtatious energy of a storm's eye
Such an energy can be a blessed of the tones in which it sings.

Also, a sad tone can, at its cold will
The siren Can take even you up past the skies.

Away from your kindred folk
and friends
To another life
A song never sung until life's bitter and tragic end.

Although people look and think they know me
Inside of my heart, there is so much more to be seen.
Things never are what they appear to be.
So, I try and work to stay true.
The mess on the outside that you have assumed to be the inner me.
When I look at another, I get to know the person and see through their appearance.
Their act.
Like a play on Broadway
I tend to read the script until such days...
When those who misunderstand what I am out of fear
What they fail to see as what I appear in the mirror...
One day, as I grow and stray to those truer,those controlling
Those pushy and demanding ones...shall feel the empty spot where
once I stood...
It will be then, when the inner me, shall be seen even more clearer.

An ancient relic

From an unknown time to the younger.

You are not worthy as an outdated relic.

You become a discarded piece of ancient technology.

Unneeded, avoided, and pushed away from others……

Your time is not Deeply Historic

A museum piece that beauty is never seen emulating from

A cobweb laced unnecessary creation too old to draw any attention

Of those who judged you due to age, unique beliefs, or honest creation

Due to these younger and more appreciated Human machines

Demanding you stay away from town as an ugly unwanted and outdated piece of furniture

No one gets your true meaning.

Youth and the better half can act so immature.

So you must die alone and never succeed due to your “Disease of an older age and disease of not fitting in anyplace.”

The majority make their rule.

Slowly executing you.

So they can get rid of what they considered junk

As you didn’t fit perfectly into their requirements to be an equal

or allowed to find a lover, start a family, or have a time when you didn’t have to be studied and misjudged

Due to you being an unwarranted old ghost

Breaking up their events made only for worth sequels

to their shallow expressions and gates to block out what they fail to truly understand or see clearly

They bring death quicker to your door

Trapped to watch them only from afar

A nomad Castaway

Who aged, disappointed, and broke the perfection of their rules and disciplined like we are living in the Soviet Era.

Trash ignored and forbidden from being a part of certain societies or relations

Being a relic from a time that passed and you become

Obsolete and forbidden in every way.

I lived in many battle grounds.
***** and busted up buildings
Gun shots and swat teams
Shoving my innocence away
with every lie.
For this fighter shall never die.
I braved crashes in races that I should never have  taken part in to win
But in the heat of the moment
where the gold fuels the win.
I was part of groups deeply questioned
Even though the most deadly gangs were true friends

Not the ones who chose their paths.
I supported their moments where they were weak
I stood through ****** tears splattered
As the ones who tried to place me were unable to speak.

In the battle grounds one doesn't chose their friends
Friends become truer families
Bad values? They thought. I snickered.
I erased the stains of blame and drunken crashes
In addresses feared in the Battle ground's classes.
I have drank until I was someone else
Convulsing on an er table
Locked in psych wards
Fighting off guards
Complying until I was released
I remembered all who truly cared for me
In the battle ground
As I saw the buildings in my rear view mirror
Pulling a u-haul
Destinations to yet another battleground
I'm ready
to never become the lost
Because it was the newer me
That i have found

Take away the festive music

Forget the hand over trinkets

Fear in his soul

aging like a ghost in a wishing well

watching reruns of shows fragment of years on television sets

no one around

silhouettes and ice mirrors  hanging

a sight of frozen ways appear

through the windows

looking at frozen grounds

He forces a smile

He is not greedy

nor thinking through pockets of gold

he is a hungry and empty soul

looking for the same as his sisters and his brothers

anything but this empty hall

this ghost lets out one last groan

before he freezes up all lone

Loneliness is a killer

It stalks you in the night

Bends your knees

Kills a once warm heart

In cold fright.

Running from the beast

Searching for a cure 

You swallow the medication 

Thinking this will end the pain for sure.

Your mind Sobers from the blur

You stand up

Heart pounding

Loving yourself

Death’s calling for the lovely beast

Has made its calling

The greatest way to express your inner beauty
Is through what is inside. That natural "beauty."
It's the way you create and expect simply those to become inspired by your works.
Blood, sweet, and tears that are shared with a sometimes unforgiving art and viewer society.
It's the way you told me "never to stop" as I almost placed my artistic tools down due to feeling the void of the world's way of making one feel "invisable."
While those jealous of my threat of talent tried to keep me on the ground...
It was your hand and the gift to help me up that is so profound.
When I see other artists, I see a "family" and a "special community.."
Held together by the strong stitches binding the fabric which is true "unity."
When I rate a painting, read a creative passage, or I hear a new song..... I welcome another so brave  to share.
I unite them with one another.
They might not buy your work, they might "dog" it down.
The artists of our unity told me "never give up due to what appears impossible and unreachable."
"For the day will come and so will the miracle."'
Of others appreciating, openly , what creative pieces come from the soul."
"For even the ugly duckling had growing pains before he grew into a swan."

Daffy Duck... where have you been?
If you were here... You would ask, am I crazier than this has-been?
I am crazier than Daffy Duck.
I have lived in color
and In ****** Luck
I might be older...I'm bolder
as the winds grow warmer
See my swarm
I am the King Bee
I shall rule you when you are on one
on  your weakest day
Celebrate with you on your strongest...
For we are the swarm...
Feel our sting.
as we bring on you the reel thing.

I tried to say a , "Hello."
That wouldn't happen. A response.
Because I didn't fill your mold and be like Jello.
I was labeled as something dark.
When in fact I am someone quite Bright.
You jumped to avoid me.
I laughed with tears along the way.
Past you, the one who is mistaken.
You were hurt so many times..
I had to be the one which you had forsaken.
As kind as I tried to be
If I showed any affections
You slapped my emotions across the face.
You knocked my heart out of my chest...
As it hit the floor and shattered all over the place.
You convinced the others just how bad I was.
When in fact, assumption, was your only bad.
What would happen if you could have accepted me?
Maybe had someone better than the odd one you have had?
In the past..I was knocked to the floor. I got back up.
I still try to show love, just as much as ten, even after it all.
I show just as much brightness and love even more than before.

I wish to travel to a distant place

Where you are valued equally like all the rest

Finding my home rather than a floor in a room

Treated like an Adult

Rather than a stupid “Adult kid” or “Creative overly nice pest.”

Some people become “nice predators.”

Everything you need or want gets weighed upon their scales..

as they act like ******’s “S.S”

They control and place your needs upon a scale to weigh.

They push you to only seek the interests that fuel their egos...

You begin to grow bitter and cold

As the one you cared for has put your happiness’ lot on sale.

Circumstance keeps you in their controlled spaces.

Transportation lacks, viruses, and lack of being allowed to pursue your social arts

Prevents one from growing to know you in other places.

One feels like a slave.

I captive.

A failed overly nice discredited idiot

Inside you fume like Chernobyl before the explosion.

Having no place to go and a government unwilling to help you get out of an abusive living space

Fuels their egos to demand constant attention to their ideas

not yours to invent and earn

You feel like destroying them and excepting a park bench or a room at dangerous living area walls built

in hastily expansion.

If nothing you do is good enough or right

When choices are asked for diners and or events

they don’t matter

Having a fuller life such prevents.

Your psychic becomes rusted and destroyed

You wish to abandon your identity and run to a free but unwanted, freer, but limited life where one feels they live work and are simply employed.

How does one break the locks when family is gone and one is unknown?

How does one ask for partners in creative careers and help to get out of life’s quicksand..

No help or supports in sight.

Sinking down to your demise

You try and fight the situation...

However, you sink even faster. Feeling old, failed, and quite the one acting unwisely.

You need education and their mission is to discipline you

weighing you down instead of letting one evolve and travel.

Their own interests sold for the need to satisfy

an ego that needs to be tossed out or a win in a war of intelligence

when people think they can do more but cannot

you can use talents to improve the world

In their eyes...

What they see you try and succeed at

The sabotage, threaten, and allow you to have less and rot.

Waiting...Hoping... Scratching to get out.
You've been holding me down so long..
I feel as if I am in a cage..
Now out comes the fear
and the anger that you've made so strong.
You shall go down with your ship.
I shall stay stafe...
safe on my life boat.
Now, who's to say I'm "Stubborn?"
You old goat?

Feelings are a strong energy.
They are like a gun.
Pull the trugger....
What have we won?
Friendship?
Family?
A strong bond that can never become undone?
A smile forms on this once dark and frowning face.
After the shot was taken what becomes of our moment?
to Be Burried in a  grave? No....!
A cherished memory?
Yes!
You stand strong with me as the sands of time keep pouring over  our lives..
A bright and newer connection which I wear such  like a badge.
This posotive light has bound us, "Brothers and sisters.."
In a hectic world, see this sun!
A warm energy that sparked from you and filled my world above all or anything
you could ever imageion.
See my wall of heroes.
Many pictures have been placed here.
Look at the once empty spot left there bare and dark..
Your photo hangs and shines there...
Just like the sun.

After I was knocked out and bloodied in the ring
I arose with all of my remaining strength
I stood my ground and made a final, fatal blow
I then heard the victory Bell Sing.
I might have been down
I never stay "out."
I fight for freedom, individuality, and respect.
I have had many challengers and I have always brought each
one down.
My strength from my heart is legendary.
Until I am a soul drifting from this body
I shall wear my Victor's crown.

Words Can Grow

Pain or Beauty

Life and Death

Light or Darkness from below

Words can cut

Words Can Repair

Words cannot fill history

When One’s Presence was never there.

We only have so many years to exist

To achieve

To Grow and Reproduce

Words cannot Replace the actions

where you forced that one to ignore their futures

Only to fit into your schedules

as they depend upon you as a life line

Lines drawn as destructive forces intertwine

Two or more lives that need to bleed as one

to remain bonded as such in love and family

where is the Humanity?

When one family member is a picture of “missing”

on the side of a milk carton?

Did you go out to find the lost one?

Or were you too busy with the prizes that you are seeking to have won?

Words can replace actions

They can justify

They can Describe the instances beyond

how we carry on past the years and moments spent in vein

Can we grow again from where we have been?

Or will words fill the wounds

in life

where we damaged better futures

only to die, slowly, from the neglectful acts

to ourselves….

As we let our needs fall behind

Relics on shelves….

Words do define….

The moments where we won

what was rightful and divine.

Am I alive
Or am I dead?
Living in this Kennel
This old dog lives with dread.
They spend your money and tell you where and when you can go.
Your insanity is their Broadway Show.
Grab your popcorn
Grab your Lecture Books...
This time I am a broken actor.
One less entertainer
For your satis-factor
I tried to shine
But you refused to let me glow
I was a plant with no sun
How was I supposed to grow?
You have never had the time for me
Now you have one less jester in your court.
I refuse to live in this kennel
This old dog shall bite you if you come near
As I break
I have no fear
As this animal shall rightfully run free.

As even with it’s flawless beauty

It does have many flaws.

Even though  the presence of rough edges

past the moments where it is too stubborn to break

A human being is alike this precious mineral

The value of such cannot be weighed by numbers

The weight of the appearance shining, brightly at you

For much more is at stake  

The value of gold is the mineral and its strength and strict loyal bond with its molecules

Molecules are family that makes the substance come to life.

Friends that bond and flow easily with the others  friend
having their trials and winnings

Make such rare and most sought after

A product of this Earth that has endured past Earth’s Beginnings.

Standing on more solid grounds
Peering out at the lights of the city
Amaze my clearer view
Like sparkling Christmas Lights
The vision in a warm Spring Sky
is a surge of Electricity.
Walking down the various streets
That I visit
Along the way I shake a new hand
I meet a friendly and welcoming new face
Empowered by the bright connections
Detaching from the shorted out ones...
My heart has been recharged
I am a renewed being
Shining brightly
To shed more gifts of care
Upon this large Earth..Our living space.

It;s my turn.
As my shoes hit the dirt....
In danger I seem to flirt.
It greets me every day.
I'm never out of it's path.
I smile a broken smile.
I see the tornado......I brace for it.
I'm in it's path I feel it's wrath.
I swirl upward.
It spits me out.
Even this storm can't handle the taste of me.
Friends leave me there beat up and scared.
I bleed, screaming, and can't you hear or see?
If I were to meet my demise.
As you look at my scarred face in my coffin.
Would you even feel guilt from this casualty
that you neglected and left parts of me?
Now my closest supports have died and or are gone.
Now I'm freaking out and at the same time growing numb.
Am I a wanderer? Or just plain dumb?
For it's my turn and I shall cover this story with gas,
light you with a match and watch, as I walk away,
and you are the one left to burn.

Morning breaks
As well as leaving the world of "wonderland "
A sunlight peering through a winter window pane.
A new set of hours in which one can stake
Odds on a win
Chill with friends
Or daydream and portray a favorite movie character
In the mirror.
Then off to earn the wages
In a week that seemingly never ends.

I'm trapped in a body
I was born to be somebody else
Than who I am.
Dainty and Fragile
But Rugged on the outside

Most of the time
I fake a smile of pride.