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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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...

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.

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.

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."

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?

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.

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."

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.

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.

"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."

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

What is a friend? Why do they leave you?
What is Love? Is it defined on what one can provide?
I've been on this Earth for quite some time.
People dance their dance and then they hide.
What is family? Why do they define you?
What is government? Why do they seem to abuse you?
I've seen wars raged just because of a disagreement.
I've seen people jailed just for being in a hard place at the wrong time.
What is it like to be Human? Why is it hard for us just to be one?
Well, I've asked all these questions, now it is up to you.
To stand up straight, don't be an ape.
Be true and sweet like wine. Which was only   fermented and crushed grapes.

Dark and quiet..As I sit here at night.
Not a sound to be heard.
Outside of my memories which cry out
I have tried so hard to communicate
and as the sun , stay bright.
The scenes of people walking out on me or scolding me while I
was at my best...
I hang my head in these hours..
as insomnia cruel beats me to rest.
I have people who tell me what or how I should escape
the nightmares unfolding in my life.
They fail to understand that they are not in my shoes.
Forced ways and forced lessons cuts into me
like a knife.
I wish I could have a middle ground.
Where both in a situation prosper
The other doesn't have to fall.
I feel as if when I try to stand up
rather than lie down and wave a white flag...
Those stubborn souls pound my emotions  like
I'm a soccer ball...
I can run about and meet everyone else's goals..
In the end , the game is out of time.
I have lost that winning point.
I end up losing my place in success' line.
I try to express myself and feel comfort in my own
realistic zones....
The opposing team interrupts my relaxed state..
Only to demand another replay..
Horses to finish a race from the starting gate.
Around and around in a circle they go.
Such in my life...I too...
I seem to run.
Victories lead back to the beginning of the circle..
The others win points and earn the win to be free..
Now the quiet and empty hours in which I sit in the dark
Slowly **** my heart like a wilted flower.
If only I could be allowed to blossom and not have to
Play to win these games...
I wouldn't hold my energies of fear in and simply explode.
Bow I await my destiny for yet another sunrise...
I am almost fearful for what will be the suprise.

She speaks to my soul every night.
Even though I don't know her name
I know that she is out there
Loving me with all her might.

Her signals spark in the weirdest of places
Online
Offline
In songs playing in retail spaces.

Love is a magic that is true and strong

The one that truly has been calling to me
Deserves me near
.she must be so worn out from trying to reach me for so Long.

When the day comes and I find out her name
I shall find her
Hold her
Forever loving her deeply true..
As I Trace back her signals from which they came.

The needle skirts the medicine
Into the naive veins
of the overly trusting
The medical profession
does what THEY want.
The adverts flaunt
merely a fantasy
while the patient dies from miss care

The democrats cheer
as the sick die
and undeserving thrive
here is another chapter
another hefty and fraudulent bill
the poor die from the uncured chills
the rich idiots enjoy their kills.

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.

To grow closer to one another
Rather  than us  being the one forcing themselves to be alone.
Is being an open listener.
It's in  true understanding that makes me feel, proud,  to be a part of the many, rather than the one lost, in ones' self, and  alone.
We are all flowers slowly blooming to show our true colors.
Slowly growing past the shallow end of life's pool..
and diving, one after another, from the highest point into the deepest end.....
Of a pool into waters so deep and so very enjoyably cool.....
From a hot and blaring sun...it feels so nice...to escape...
To offer another, thirsty for companionship, an ice filled drink in a full cup....of joy and laughter....
Of the best of me to share...
I grow with and care for all...
The "wonderland flowers" (which  Allow this "****" the chance to grow from what was a "dandelion") and who then  blooms, into being seen as a rose...A fellow "Flower."
As Roses, We might have our thorns...
But we wake up after the damage of blame, shallowness and scorn.
This world might be a rough place, now...
Expanding our garden, for the other blooming flowers, is in the true nature...to leading even our youngest once lost, into life's bigger and larger gardens or oceans..

Of a society to grow from a dark patch of weeds..
Children especially... we need to them help to  grow.
Into a flower ,more beautiful than us elders...
the beauty in all of us shall, surely amongst them, invite them in..
As true support is the fertilizer that they have been free to enjoy, appreciate, and to truly have grown with, and loved to have  known.
For ,after us  older flowers wither and die...
the young seedlings (that are  sprouting and have watched us shine in color....In life's garden....
They shall have  known..
In which truer  which way to in which to  point for the warmth of sun, needed...
rains to water them and to cool them as they grow...
, and how to survive and to duck from the "steps of the bad-souls that try and smash them along the way..."
Their misguided feet missed our young flowers...

They shall be tall and grow even more beautiful...
As we gave them equal in a world where such, beauty is from our truer hearts..
and our life's cups, should remain, always full.
The garden shall then be made to spread "world Wide.."
As we grow
freedom for tearing down, a once too-tall and unneeded, garden wall.

I'm trapped in a void.
I have no where , from it, to escape.
Must I have to be like "Superman" and fly with his cape?
Too broke to be seen.
Too sick to repair my broken back.
I'm cracking..ready to split from the horror from which I've traveled and been.
People I had admired, slip away, due to caring too much about "effort"
Caring too much about "expense."
Where's the care for someone as he is "an asset" depreciating in it's "blue book" value report?
I sleep in quiet hours , alone, on a hard floor.
A "doggy" who fakes a smile
to avoid losing another if he doesn't "accept" "all terms"
In a contractual "friendship," "Family linkage," or treated as a "Liability"
in a "business " of life that is almost bankrupt.
And it's fututre shall be a dead and barren building which shall be all borded up?