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Asleep in Manila
upon steps in the astral plain...
I stayed in hotels lined with gold....
5 senses awake
Even though my body was fast asleep
My body was left behind..as my spirited
vacation did my soul Take.
I traveled to her upon beams of light
we fused together
Visitations of youth and light
Kept the woman over seas within my "kinder" and more "loving" sights.
we stayed together, there
walking the streets.
Greeting fellows and then walking the waves crashing upon the oceans' shores
as the sun hit our faces and we felt lonely
no more.
Although I had awaken from what was considered
"Just a dream"
The memories remained.
Just as in any physical vacation.
No matter the means of travel..
I considered such a "temperate" daydream
Just with another way of travel..
With the aid of soul's aid
My feet touched down on more beautiful gravels.
A Snowbird’s Trip

Through Powdering snow flakes and cold wind

Rushing forward ahead of Jack Frost

This was certainly a race of endurance

to reach our paradise…..To avoid becoming his victoms

Freedom of Jack Frost’s Curse was the cost.

Past overcome victims

The odds were stacked.

We busted through Jack Frost’s Icy Wall

As to escape to a brighter destination..a war..

The first wave.. We attacked.

Jack struck back with all of his icy might..

However, the Snow Bird was too cunning….

We were upon strong wing

And blurred out of sight.
I will fight to become all that I can be
More than just a shell and an illusion
A soul meant to wonder to perfection and to fly free.
I have dreams
Dreams to invent for a brighter humanity

The lack of ways to my destination
have lead to my insanity.

A man wants his own family
A man wants his realistic dreams to become reality
why cannot other's aid in those Nobile creativity?

Thousands try to emulate the same idea
however, yours always stands out, jealousy.

Those you are close to are too busy to help
such is life you understand and support

Such is , sadly, they fail to have time to stand back and to see
Could this be the end of the future for me?

I sit stagnant and plan out idea after idea to make my creations a reality

Donations of my creations are all  I wish to do is brighten the world
Money takes time even to volunteer for such, overseas.

What do I have to do for the "charge" appointees to see
such breaches in communication is causing my hope to cease?

I stay hopeful and strong and fight to spread my messages
Not for fame, money, however investment helps one gain needed tools....

In this conflictive would, how must one become less than one of the dark and given in fools?
Free Flying above
the clouds
Soaring above the Earth and through the stars.
Past all of the known planets
Those  out of our galaxy
The new planets I view
The new and hotter suns I see
Blaze more energies to fill the empty regions
of my mind
called "mystery."
Fuel my spirit and make it run harder
To new found inhabitants and their newer worlds.
Astral planes of spirit that don't require a vessel
or star ship to hold in or hold back
the soul that travels as it's own transport
Faster than any "law of physics"
Realer than the factual brought in by third party satellites.
I gather more and more brighter and true information
Later to bring such forth in my grounded and non-traveling form
Waiting to share my results to those who don't limit their beliefs
to any said "rule" or "fenced in logic formula"
I ride the waves to the calling gates of astral transport
As my soul escapes my heavy and limited physical self
Late in the night
The recordings of fact stored in the logics of my soul
Are vivid and ready to be replayed
to share such gifts of learning to those eager to believe in it's payload
and form.
Sunrise until sunset
Cooler lands warmed in the hours
As the rays mark the hours.
Each moment defines summer's calendar.
As the day ends and the moon marks the night.
Dreamlands and astral plains take our mind's on a journey
where magic, ficitional, and the impossable are within reach...
We are no longer a heavy mortal who has fallin asleep on the beach.
We are like Peter Pan who never grows old...
We can fly!
To distant areas and becoming involved in unordinary events
Never limited to the covers of a book or how we are  taking in
as to how the story teller  has told.
We are free in Never Never Land.
So, enjoy your flight and fly free!
Until the alarm clock and the sun mark the waking hours...
You may do as you like...Even posess super powers.
The cool air chills the body, however never the soul.
As it flies through these Dreamy Astral Plains
Until the sun warms the bady to wake.....
You are the untouchable in this land of Astral's Reality Break.
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I've walked stairwells through an Uphill battle.
I've carried the weight of such
Upon a worn out and tired back.
You push forth and onward you have won each battle.
Over and Over
I nearly have had my knees collapse
A miracle of a "Newer wind"  blasts into my lungs.
I gain will's Blast of Needed Energies.
Onward I fight. Unto victory.
To mark my greatest comeback
Now the oppressors fall
This harsh moment is a new and well understood lesson.
To fight fear
In life's battle.
A small taste of success.
Now, in my memoirs, a sweet and well written memory.
Give me just one taste

The flavor in the many ice cream

Scoops served in life…

As I feel too warm in the barren sun

Baring my way through life’s turmoil

Nothing comes from those who waste

Time not savoring the tastes of different

Ways of living a moment…

Naskin Robbins had a point of 32 flavors

As this heart is willing to try newer things

Newer ways

To enjoy each moment

In the light of words so true….

Bring me off my path to success for a breather

And we can share a cone

Together

Silently smiling into each other

A sweetly silently spoken

Monument.

Marking fresh ideas

Fresher targets

On the seas of life

A different pathway through

The lengthy water travels

Brightens up the once dark pathway

Leads the blind to newer and more exciting

Lands and it’s roadways gravel.
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.
Kevin Michael Kappler, I like your method of writing. I write sonnets. I enjoy a "Shakespear" type of reading and flow to my readers.
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 am like an atom bomb
I have been through towns and their storms
Gun shots, flat lines, pushed back to life
To be stabbed in the back by friends and loved ones like a knife.
I exploded like an Atom bomb and took everything with it.
Life placed to rest.
Sick and twisted ruins of a once peaceful man
Fought by the crime and road's challenging the inner true beauty
I make my strong stand.
I've died on the table plenty of times over.
Now the ghost  walks among the living
He snickers at the fakers
He beats out the haters
I know what  insanity feels like
I've been committed and thrown away like garbage
Even through such I still rise up.
Now they brag about being the one who defused "The Atom Bomb."
I let them believe their lies.
Until the next time the city goes up.....
A true astral meet up
She was in my dreams.
A connection.
In astral plains.
We walked and became closer.
Justice connected between lands, beautiful running video mind streams.
We were there, together, as one. 
Growing. Bonding. Fusing.
Such was a real interaction. 
We could touch, smell, taste, and hear one another. 
Real actions 
In fate.
She taught me as in which I could relate.
In feelings.
My brunette beauty. Her beautiful soul.
She had sought me.
Her soul and mind had reached out for mine.
We roamed, the streets of the city, for hours, free.
Together.
Holding one another. 
As she had told me and had shown me where to find her.
How to keep her heart.
Why she chose mine.
In her life….
As her needed part.
Turning on my phone….her photo appeared.
My mind blazed in awe….
Just as she had appeared, in connection to me, in astral dreams to me in visions and form….
In this photograph….. Victoria was true to form.
We got to know the parts that made up one another.
Our hobbies, loves, values, family, fashions, and personality….
Hard to believe?
We were there. 
Just as she shall see in my photos and read in this passage…
A true venture into a magical trip, late last night..
In a beautiful visitation and “dreamlike” message…
Even after we had awakened… we both held in such memories….
Just because something seems “too impossible ” or “too unexplainable ”
Doesn’t make our relationship unavoidable..
Untrue….
Or “non like a true path’s crossing.”
Intrigue and passion….
Question of the outcome…
And a beautiful future , forever, make this trip worth investing into “reality” 
To “meet up in awakened physical form”
To share a rightful fate in a sweet life, finding each other in a huge world, in this “spatial” 
Reality formed into a “factual” loving and binding
Possible matrimony.
Days go dark
as the ones I need the most
Never have the time.
I decompose, inside, alone.
I am the "black sheep"
Grazing in the Park.
I never hear many "Hellos."
I feel coldness from those I look up too.
I am never allowed to feel Human Emotions...
As I am a dog to be commanded by
"The Lodge Fellows."
Auras in Color
In these nights
Blue,white,pink, and green
I see such energies about me
These forces warm my frights
Set my soul adrift
Into a dream as there I am free
In dreamland I can be and exist as in
roles I can only dream of in my waking hours
I am stronger in wonderland
A superman, joker, king, or a rich rockster
with psychic powers.
I have seen the human spirit reach out through these energies
Even though the skeptics limit their minds to the boundries
As their fears of what could be ******* their openess
To the beautiful rainbows of the soul's singnals
dancing through Aura's Colors
I instead, chose to unleash my open and relaxed will, and join
such forces in a whimsical dance
Since my spirit was bold enough to let my fears go
I let myself run free with the electric dreams signaling me
I took a sweet and rewarded chance.
A victim of anger
Both inside
Down and out
I clashed with the forces of reality
A scarecrow in the trash
Thrown forth from the energies
storms of "The Stranger."
Wicked beauty...
I rolled downtown
A cracked out clown
Down with the sickness
I never wear my permanent frown.
I will hold on
I surpass all the danger.
So look at me
Stronger and free
The sun now shines
and the new inner me.
Aware

Late at night

When the whole world is fast asleep..

I craw into a place

A Meditation, land, of sorts..

There..we are both together

Feeling one another deep.

Sweat from the night

A sigh in my Subconscious

Waves in a huge ocean

Upon a small two man rescue raft

I call for you

Frame by frame

The movie plays

As we look into each other’s eyes

Alone in this Magic World

Just Us Two
Tragedy Strikes
After such we shall never lie down and  surrender
As the heart shall become stronger
even after loss of what one considers a " much needed tender.."
The battle ends.. but never the war.
As life brings us many tolls and trying fights
To remind us of who we truly are
teaching us when to stay or take peaceful flight.
To another land and another day.
Even past the losses of those we wish with us to stay.
A sun pops forth in the morning hours
Marking our blessings with every passing nightfall
Fields bless our tainted and sorrowful view along the way.
After the war is over, the victor is niether side.
It is the understanding between enemies, peoples, and lands
which are strengthened by having "Nothing to hide."
With no earnings to be made
No blood to be lost
Peace and unity are marked as victors
Past the grave sights of those who helped to lead us
to what truly needed to be the cost..
To the questions of who we are
who we need to be
Past mirrors of the fun-house that lead us to become shallow and scared.
When we lie down arms to be "the best" or the "most in need of an answer.."
The true power is true care and visions of what we truly are.
Entities which shall share  a living space
only needing to reach out a helpful  hand
To make a once blackened  and hateful place a "New Earth"
We are  reborn
to a more welcoming and warmed up place.
I awoke after a hot and fiery dream.
Sweated pouring down my back as I returned to the waking moment.
Feeling the cold due to the absence of that one
Lady who held me tightly, in my dreams.
She pleased  my ****** hunger
She warmed my coldness of needing another
I made a wish upon a falling star
"Until she finds me and fills my life with color:
I smile, for a while, even if it were a dream
We were able to share a moment
Just her and I
The world is in a sickening state.
Wars rage through once beautiful and peaceful lands
Stripping them of dignity, personality, and strength.
Some parts of the world are still left unseen.
Left without crucial aid to those who die uneedingly to polotic's hands.

As I watch the news or read a worn out second hand magazine
As I read as I sit and I wait for appointments or my friends to join me for dinner.
Questions arise as to why the world must remain so devided?
If the world were to compromise on pride, polotics, and expectations...
If its' citizens were allowed to unite
Simply to aid with a true and helping hand....
Oh what a beautiful and productive place this Earth could be.

Wars would not be needed out of disputes and economic starvation
Discrimination could be abolished when we see how each one of us isn't so different.

We all suffer the same and we all are blinded by pride, greed, and power.
Alas, if only thes human souls could see past their heavy and set ways..

Beyond cold polotics and being united in common grounds..
Of being Human and caring about the rest falling due to such problems..

Removing the hassles of blinding self-centered needs and the powerful wishing to stay as such...

Then this world would and could be a united and beautiful place.
I know I am only dreaming....
However, some dreams were made to come true.
I awoke this morning and decided to enjoy or work the day to the most brightest full....
The more I worked out of pure wish to thrive and enjoying those who enjoy my company, thick or thin..
I saw my own rainbow...
I felt the relief of worry fall from my mind. The balance of self and beauty came back.
I was ready...
For a newer way to begin.
I might have been hurt by many so many times before.
I got sick of my trust walls blocking my time to be sweetly spent with those I have just met or friends I have bumped into, along my days path.
Wether it to get to and from work
Or to share more content with a world in which to make my love a creativity a job.
The ways in which I approached each barrier became as bright as the sun.
Burned right through the wall dividing me from just anyone.
All my positive works had already warmed other's and reinforced a new life, which I have started to make for myself, as each moment begun.
I am sick of despair's cages. So I broke free.
Now the old me is freer to be what I allays could be.
In time, people shall see the new and free me.
Moments are truly like the movie "What about Bob." So brilliantly made indirect and directly in it's symbolization.."
"Baby Steps out the door. Baby Steps to the bus...Baby Steps to the next moment.."
When I truly set free all know expectatons of me and felt as if "I were on my own personal vacation."
Even in a busy day.... I didn't need to talk.Just smile.
For I "Baby-stepped the path of mine into a newer and brighter day."
Easy days with magic day dreams
I paint these images to my life's tapestry
As I live such brilliantly lit moments
with the creative gifts handed in my sceems
Maybe the messages are questionable
however clear and profound
they are notable
Noble.
I walk these streets passing my light
Shining to all who are stuck in their darlness
I long to see the days where cities shall become
Bright
Colorful
It only takes one soul to start such a metomorphesis
To bring once darkness sunken areas
Back into the brightness
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?
Why am I so "negative?"
Strangers sometimes ask.
"I'm like a battery out of juice."
"Give me a positive jump"
"See the energy run free and loose."
Often I walk down crowded streets and I am glad to remain "unseen."
The times those I trust "go blind"
And fail "simple promises"
I feel like a "medieval fool...."
"Maybe it's because I've been too kind."
No.
It's the mishandling of Care's powerful tool."
"You can attract more flies with honey."
So does fertilizer and money.
Being kind is a gift.
Generosity and loyalty are miracles.
If one wishes to add another to befriend
Or to aid in a cause.. .
It sparks energies in both.
Like a battery
It needs positive and negative charges
To sustain it's production.
Like a failed trust or failed communication
It drains the battery dry.
The empty shell lingers unresponsive
Until another stops simply to value such
As a valuable part
To their life
Moments charge the trust..
A power that cannot be measured by much
Instruments of power.

Without caretaking equal to both parts
Or terminals
Energies abound when carelessly given
The charge shorts out the beautiful union
the friendship machine remains broken and discharged
It loses its power.
Until the next movement of energies are balanced
Thoughtfully .....
Trustingly ....
Unselfishly..
For what they are, Maintained of their charge
The battery cannot start the engines of another moment
Together
Friendship's transport
A fast and quite valuable sports car.
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
Life is a lot like a river
The tides either help raise you up
Or lower tides can drag you under.
One false move
as you swim these emotionally
sensitive  energy currents....
Constantly keep  the emotions in a   balancing science..

Which helps the waters from turning "tsunami"  into wonder..
"How to Keep your head above the waters"
and "away from the gravels below?"
Strength and strict compliance to this ritual are always a skill..
A ritual..
A battle which always must be won..

Moods and unchecked thoughts are similar to a loaded six shooter.
You twirl the bullet wheel  and point the barrel to the head
Providing an answer on to the scene to where this "play" shall take you
or the rough waters shall take you through.
Memories of the past turning to obsessive weight
Kicking the stress of life's load to weigh one metric ton.


You must become like an Olympic swimmer and Albert Einstein rolled up into one character.
Smarts help you figure out a better equation instead of "Russian roulette"
and becoming a strong and skilled athlete can help one wrestle
their control over the tides wishing to
overthrow "this alpha male."
You become the victor through all of it.
Becoming a controller instead of being "controlled"
Energies kept in check.
Don't give in.
For one moment of allowing one's self to be overwhelmed or give in to
the energy effect of exhaustion
Can make your reactor
Powering your life's force
Blow as the Chernobyl Reactor blasted into lifelessness
You do not have to revisit history to know what and who such energy took down with it
So stay with the times
and never neglect yourself,
Never throw up your hands, and act out the phrase "forget it!"
The future is a brighter light than in the past.
Chose the right role in your life
and you shall win your Oscar
Thanks are due to the character in which you are bright to life
and as a director
you are a true actor.
in which you cast.
Support to the brighter soldiers....
"Making America Great Again.."
It's not a statement... it's a way to a new life...
From living one like a has-been.
Never throw your hands up...
Energy needs to surge
Before you throw your guts...
All over in fear's purge,
"You need to stay strong.."
It's automatic....
We unite as one....
Victory Becomes
The beacon of vision
Through t.v screens full of static.
(C)2019 By Kevin Michael Kappler. Beacon from The Static. Let's become great people...we are..we just lost the way. I know we can find this road, again. I hate seeing good people giving in to the hate and violence. Blessings to all.
The world is a mysterious place.
So much to see...so little time in which to see it.
Looking up into the skies...The moment strikes me.
I see the messages of invitation that the unknown plains
have called out to me.

I have had a long life...Yet, I have a lot longer yet to  live.
Now it is time for me to travel to see what this world has yet to give...

In sights and faces
People and places
Monuments and Music....
It is the force of true magic.

I take a deep sigh and come back down to Earth.
I become part of the current moment and then think
"Let's start this beauty in movement."
Add another tick of a clock
A moment has been lived.
Measured in Father Time's hourglass
we have only so much sand that he can hold for us..
Tick Tock
Enjoy the best out of each moment...toasting to a wine glass
Memories held to the passing of time
Here it goes..the true earned dime...
Nothing Fancy.....
A black and white storybook...a few items earned..
Days lived...lessons learned.

Stories that  live on in my mind
For my soul to to enjoy.

Now a newer moment to live..
I'll be back later.
When the moments ahead
Bring me more stories....to share
from my artistic heart.... my all I give.
Sweeter Times
Sweeter times
Warmer winds flowing through my hair
Bright sun and feelings
in my eyes shines a light inside of me
A once darker soul
That was in there.
Stuck within stains of blood and torn wounds
Scars showing
That I tried to hide
I proudly wear.
It is a badge of honor that I chose to display, proudly.
Never to hold within a mist of sickness
and self-pity and despair
I hold up, proudly, this “wrestling trophy”
That I hold up, in the ring, of life’s ring.
With my smile lit up
so brightly.
In my writings....
Whenever I relapse....
It was because of their non-feeling spells
Which black magic haunts me
As well.
I got high...I wanted to sleep.
Never to stay awake
As they creep
You are the emotional slave
the controlled
As they laughed
Darkness started to unfold.
The winter blasts within
Not just outside
Can't the ones once closer to you
stop killing his soul with their pride?
Here we go, again

The crystal ball shines and the bass sounds hard

We dance and drink to the celebration

Blasting into the new year’s Front Yard

Entering a newer time

Father Time starts his sandy measurement

Of the moments which remain , for you

Use them , wisely, or you shall lose the grains

That fell to the bottom of his hourglass

A moment lost in which to remain

Active and meaningful

You counted on picking up your Trials

Never asking the Sandy Judge

Your fear to approach and challenge his moments

in which he gave

Fell from you in despair

For time’s grains of sand are have in the Hourglass

In such, their power holds a grudge.

To waste is Senseless

A golden opportunity to make use of each grain

in which to measure each grain up until that last moment

As the hourglass is filled, full the other way…

You fade to your newer life

Celebrating another well measured Gain.
I hibernated for almost 4 days
Stressed to a breakdown
Reminders of what people want
Money lost
What a taunt
Defeat and anger
you wish to show your weakness
Curling into a ball
Dreams flow
Of what you want and miss in your life
You feel as if you lost
the battle of succeeding in your life
Bleeding from the cuts of debt and your artistic words remaining uncounted
Hemorrhaging  to the almost death of your talents was your cost
You try to resurrect your skills and expression to the world
these "bloodsucker" leaches hit you once, again
The fight that's left inside of you
is all that's left to keep this life source from dying out
Now, I'll give back to you what you gave
I refuse to let my love of expression be buried in any grave.
Blessed New Year
A light shines through the opening
to the changes which time's doors open and bring.
The sun warms the ice
As do our hopeful hearts melt away last year's fear.
We stand tall and proud and wipe our slate clean.
Once a year we can dare to venture to new grounds
that make up planned resolutions
which we place into action
We have limitless futures and venture,closer, to our promised lands.
Free of despair and evil.
Free to shine as one's self and grow
Old or young we all share one thing in common...
Dreams that we will never let die
We fight to win their worth
And so ,with such, growth and warmth
We see our Human hearts glow.
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 light of the moon

creates energy inside of my soul.

Clear skies and roads

All of which marks the start of “Somewhere.”

Here, this energy builds up and remains unused.

Like a time bomb

I feel I’m ready to blow and as if someone has lit my fuse.

The chains that hold me here

Soon will become broken as I explode and run, free, away.

From the Judgmental Youth and the money hungry Debtors

I have a life to live and live such I shall.

Where I shall end up

I do not know

At least I’ll be in a more open space

where I could possibly grow.
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.
Blink Blink...Where did it go?
The Time?
The Moment flies when we lack the material in which to fill it.
Empty spaces...A Lack of Bravery? To come forth with some creative
Self Fulfillment?
The wic must be lit in order to speed the rocket to blast...
The Rocket shoots the message, in our works, if we fill the right
Creative Powders to Blast from within it.
Can you blame another soul?
If you fail when you never stepped a foot forward and tried?
Through fear you sat in front of the TV with some "Kentucky Fried."
As your friends shake their heads and watched as you sat there and died.
Moments shall take from us just as they can add...
Parts to us if we never add them...The pieces to the puzzle...
That are lost are never placed in
The picture that was our life.
As we allowed ourselves to fade to sin.
The choices were clear as we made them.
Even with a huge sign to point the way, we ignored that still.
So, who's was that weak will?
Fear can never conquer or control us unless we give into it.
So jump up and rejoice as you regain bravery
and "get with it!"
A mind sparks to flame...Lights the powder of the rocket from where the true creativity came.
Not copies of a copy of an already thought up creation. No.
It was the fresh slice of the pie that earned us another penny.
Placed in the jar that is our thirst for "winning."
One,two,until it adds to A Million or more.
Due to our bravery....Our wills are free to score.
Now the moment arrives again. Where doubt weighs you down.
In front of the TV is where you are now seated
with that Bucket of "Kentucky Fried."
What is the path you seek to take?
That's it!
Off the couch, you turned off the Television.
Plopped down the delicious fatty, and  dream-killing snacks..
to the void...you are not headed.
You are now,braver. You put one foot in front of the other.
Now you are still winning my "Creative Brother."
Now you have the life, the change, and the jar from which it came.
For each of the moments that you carefully used up in your life...
A penny was earned...
The celebration cake shall now  be cut....
through the sharp blade..
of Success' Knife.


Where fear shall never,Freely
Roam Amuck.
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?
I awoke this morning with sick passing from my brain
Dark dreams faded to the vision of a sunny day.
My eyes stung as my lungs coughed out the insane
Moments that flashed in my rem sleep
Vultures trying to grab a dying vision..a soul…a morbid creep
They missed as my soul escapes back to the waking hours.
New breaths of a newer moment that are seeds sprouting into beautiful flowers​.
Sipping a sweet soda, I sign in relief, to the promotion of ill faded moments…a warning? Yes.
I am stronger, still. A soul strength muscled to another panic as the morning signals a fresh viewed attack.
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 awakened to a bright light
A feeling of energy and of Emotion
The likes of which
I have never conceived or even contemplated
My once closed mind has been broke open
A rare situation in a Fear-Filled Life
A Once Narcistic Soul
Now Humble and Glistening
With true sounds of wisdom
Then of sharing Ideals and Thoughts with others
There are , now, no more boundaries that keep me
From free falling into clear waters of cleansed thoughts
A pool of creative, heartfelt, and Spiritual Energies
Created by those other open and true minds
which fill the emptiness of this world
With these big, blue oceans of Bright Hearted Humanity
Two friends
Who lived two very different lives
Bonded together
As one gave a gift to the other
They helped him thrive.
Disagreements became brilliant debates
Conversations of selfless advice
Helped home to become better equipped to greet motivation
Not devistation.
What gift it is to have the other
Invited into my family
As my brothers.
The Buddha speaks to me.
He knows what's hidden inside.
He bumped out the lead
Trapped and weighing down my head.
Through his teachings, to me, to avoid Big Headed pride.
He lifts me up
to live and help me back on my way.
Now the Sun warms me
Each and every day.
My heart wishes to laugh

Not cry

Hold within emotion’s jail cell

I wish to die.

The stronger minds yell and scream

They make you melt

With their heat

Just like Ice Cream

Disciplined for being myself

How or what can I say?

Why do they think that I fall?

All the time.

For them , never me.

I am the one who is forced to build my wall.
Nature has its way of calling.
Sometime's its words are only picked up by our instincts.
To survive and become beautiful and more...
More than the caterpillar
However, no more than emerging as a Butterfly.
We fly in these creatively thought up layouts of sky and landscapes..
as freedom knows only truer beauty..
To accept our true and unhidden soul..
Let us flow upon the sweet winds
and fly to our futures of Sunshine and Details...
To a more detailed and artistic dignity.
Wanted silent like the dead
Never allowed the freedom to shine
The world cannot see this "zoo animal"
who is locked away....tears are the only objects to shine.
Invites happen when money can pay for a temporary
exit from the padlock paid to become unlocked
He gets a taste of the world
of freedom
As the people around him grow bored and lustful for more silver
His soul is returned to the cage
Until the next pay-check
or interest to play
with the tortured soul
who has limited ways
In which to escape this ritual
of being owned like a slave
He tries to break free
as help never reaches him
He is not the "political" definition
for the charities to choose him
On a selfish whim
I broke out of my cage
My own world I separated myself in.
I now feel free
a new man
He made his stand
Now the war he fought earned him a bonus in his spirit wages.
No matter what sick words the world shoved at him
No matter what false beliefs people had about him in their heads
Could cause his heart to grow ill and die
Now his freedom of the burden lightens from his back  instead.
He smiles back at the ones who cheered him on
Out of the cage he is now growing strong
Still at the start of making himself a new life
A once broken man won't have to be repaired twice
He survived the odds
Near death
He played dice with the Reaper. Laughing at the win
His support of the greater good grows deeper.
Hatred is a word that never flows through my mind
I look back at my life
I still have regrets that cut through my back like a wicked knife
Never allowing myself to stay down when I'm knocked out
I go for round ten
Here he is.. A Boxer in life
He asks, "Is this all you've got for me?"
He spits out excess emotional blood as he exclaims with a giggling shout.
He's broken from his cage and he is never going back.
He's been through hell and back before.
He's feet are moving.
He's gone.
He's running the race
Sneakers hit the floor.
Now comes the end of this rhyme
It's not quite a happy ending
It's a stronger, more inspired one.
Now watch this man run
forward
At hearing the shot of
Life's race's loaded gun.
Here I am left in quiet hours of thinking
The sun rises just as I feel as if my emotions will collapse
Here it goes
another urge to start drinking.
No one around to keep me company
As if they were immune to my real friendly charms
I feel the coldness from inside...not just the winter
I hold myself in my own arms.
So, where does one go with no clear way?
To earn someone to enter their world?
If they fail to notice..my messages...
In the coldness of another empty day?
Walls of Brick
Soldiers Clad in Iron
Towers that pointed up to the sun...
Lined a city in the Dark Ages
Deemed as a "Myth"
Camelot holds secrets
Which have never been uncovered..
Replaced history
A true place lost and  changed in time...
Due to whimsical movies and books lined with a children's story.
The grounds no longer hold a building...
The Legend Remains...
Soldiers fighting for honor and for their kings
and the well kept treasures valued to the lands...
Camelot was a lifestyle and Magical Icon
Now it is a trademarked brand.
Rest in pieces unknown land...
Until we meet again and unearth your true heritage
Let's enjoy people's myths of you upon bright lit stages.
There once was a time when I loved to be in the sight of a lens.
Singing, sharing my humor, or sharing moments of my life through the recorded glances..
That are but windows into my less intimate picture and the role that I play in this movie called "Life."
The lessons I had learned, as I watched other's visions that they had created of the previews of the movies that is their "Life's Movie Masterpiece"
I experience a loss of interest due to the over-acting and overly complex and expensive sets in which they tried way too hard to earn another soul to climb with them
up to the top of their journey's ladder.
Almost the most beautiful views, of movies I have stayed and enjoyed different life views, were the children.
They laughed, they were free, and it was a simple set.
Them, me, an enjoyable moment, and no worries or cares about costumes or items.
The imagination to create "something out of what appears to be another or nothing, " inspired me
It taught me to "act within my true inner, younger,  imaginative, and loving nature"
as imagination is the "secret flavor" and the "simple actor's Prop"
Just one  hand grabbing mine just to share "who they are and wish to be"
"Learning who I am as a role in their show and future contract to innocence and bright life's creativity.."
Children worry not about fame, money, war, lust, and or power.
They just are actors like comedians or drama players playing in a full length improve comedy. Even drama.
Such theatres, I then could view "filled to the brim.."
As patrons respected the whimsical and sweet times of youth rather than the other movies of heartbreak, loss, or Growing Pains and Their Traumas.
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