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.

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?

The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.

As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.

So much time, however, no one to **** such with…

Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.

The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.

The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments

To keep the feeling alive

Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.

Beating so hard for that missed someone.

Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre

Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.

Love seems so hard to find.

Women you feel are interested in

Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door

To open your soul to them

Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock

At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors

As she disappears on the arm of another

A tear fills the eye for one short second

Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.

I am one

However, I am not alone.

I am just one of many.

Who has his downfalls, his physical handicaps, or dark feelings

Raising my heart to warm it from the truth and the sun...

I am warmed to the bone.

I spring to life and reach out to the others

Who shares in similar events or life struggles…

I consider them my true sisters and brothers.

We are all links connecting a strong chain

Of true heart changing the world

Standing behind those bullied or weakened by their dark moments

In life, this is the only true way

In which one can be part of many and then be a happy loner

Who has more than enough warmth coming from other caring souls

To warm him through the days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sleep on a floor
Renting a space
My nephew's crimes I pay for
It's a ***** disgrace.
The cops investigated
What a joke
Now years of bills and poverty
It is a caged monster ready to escape
And put an end to forced humiliation
To **** for a chance to free myself
From forced isolation
Now a skinny white boy
The doctors fail or never wish to help
a financial and emotional gun against your

Head.
What do they wish for me to do?
To suffer so much
The albatross  tightens around my neck
The pain suffocates me
And I swing in life until I'm dead?

Motels and arguments
People want their money
Pay up or emotionally suffer
As they tell you how worthlesse
You are

Until one of you snap and never go very far.
Older but never any wiser
Same situation
Never an exit
I wish to run
But their chains
They bind me
Until I accept the reaper's invitation
To end myself
To end this pain as I grow slowly insane

When will I be an equal
As seen through loved ones eyes
If I'm the crazy with his head floating in the skies

I break to  sanity
Here they go
They are angry to hear reality
Due to the acts of blind revenge
Now the sounds that are crucifying a human life
Cut him down due to their mind manipulating
Profanity

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.

Changes in the tide
The oceans in my life
in which the Moon Goddess "Selena"
Controls the flow of my mood that crashes like "waves"
called "strides."
Beautiful, clear, and warm waters
Sometimes can become cold, dark, and frozen.
However, they have been tested, after the Moon Goddess sees to it, a change..
To this "weather Pattern.."
The sometimes heavy Tsnaumi's simmer down to peaceful waves.
Back, once again, to warm and peaceful waters.
Soothing and bright rays of light sent in their rightful alignment of passion and discipline that is rightful and stern.
Take a swim in these waters that are what make up my "world's water of my character and mood.."
A truly delightful experience of a resort to visit upon the scattered islands
that are parts of my "creative mood and personality"
Now, escape your world and enter mine.
Now enjoy the waters that are as made up of my own Truths, Moods, Life's Tides, and my own Reality.

One learns through the hardest of ways.
Scars, Bruises, and Hardened Spirits Lead to New Skills
and a Braver Walk down a Rougher Pathway.
To become stronger...One Must Become Weaker.
To become better.... One must have been at their worst.
Struggles due add Character.
Not just an act with an eye patch and a bad-*** Harley Motorbike.
They are a man no one would expect...who is smaller...tougher....
He can move the shakers and dodge their spikes.
Rainy days do lead to Sunshine and Rainbows.
Now, it is my turn. I've earned my character.
I am not going to be an "actor in a play..."
For I have earned my Sunshine and Rainbows
Through these thunderstorms and fight filled ways.

Cheers to my fellow poets
The truer voices battling the diseases
that plague society
Creating false personalities
They aim to create
An end to the system and the ones who started such
where hope and true love's movement ceases
The breath and life back into the victims
of the fear and the dread
That causes the jealous and greedy
To warrant punishment to cut of
Creativities' head.
The Kings of the "Secret order"
Sit proudly
Upon their thrones
It will not be long
Until these dominoes fall
So shall their "castle of cards"
Grave yards full
Of those they have chosen as "their fallen"
Returning "targeted Carma"
Eating their faked and "Plastic" altered flesh
To their barren and true soul's bones.

Cheers to the life givers
A toast to all the mothers
That are the life givers of us sisters and brothers
Mother Nature rules the Earth and creates onto such
Items that live
That helps us grow
Such, we are blessed to have her, and why we love her so much
Our mother's are Mother Nature
They can and do make things grow
The warmth of such
on this special day
We shall give back to her in a warm show
Allowing her to have a "day off"
to prove to her you cherish her being around
she deserves a day of celebration
As you play her role for a day, learn how it feels to be in her shoes,
work her shifts, and feel a love for her, back, which grows more and more profound.

Chernobyl
In this name what do I hear?
Inventive minds damaged in haste
Rushing to win points from a dying political
Party
One which nearly ended a strong nation of citizens who learned true survival
Selfless sacrifice  in the heart of the monster of nuclear devastation.
A great machine was never the proven
Problem of the crisis.
Stubborn pride cut the ribbons to the start of a race to ensure the world's survival.
Such devotion and true golden hearts
Died before their reach to the finish
A lawn drawn by the stubborn elite
Elders
Pushing fate to the alternate story ending of extinction
Never giving up
The majority fought this unneeded war
Now survival and reclaim of lost lands
Becomes the true and defining line.

A hole in my heart was plugged by an iceberg.

A portion of my soul leaked through the lack of solid grounds…

The connections lost

I run from the dangers

Caused by the reeper’s death hounds.

Pieces of me reconstructed along my travels..

A puzzle completed

as the insanity unraveled.

The kind souls whom I met along my way

lit the fire that opened my heart to a warmer day.

Open to the world

The juices of promise filled the empty spaces of my soul…

The “Chicken Soup” for a broken soul.

Both sides opened up the doors to their once-closed countrysides.
the intense light that shined into their once dark eyes
lit up their once grey skies
in result...
such color changes had changed their once heavy and drowning pride
once sinking into the despair of mistrustful quicksands
of each other
through long-range binoculars
The now once close-up and handshaking meeting
through the opening of these once closed doors
was nothing under "Spectacular."
******* from chains of Mind-Limited training from ancestors on how to lead their people
breaking into the freed world
for their wills to explore a freer
and ingenious means in which to advance a more obsolete and dying nation...
the voices of hunger and change had broken open the barrier of light
to those ideas vacating,
A fireworks level celebration.
As to arms leads to death
Hand in hand
Side by side alliance leads to strength and advancement of future
leads
our two  nations
to salvation
Ways to fuse the divided cuts of division like a medical suture.
Now, as we grow to know and to trust one another, both sides can learn
one another's bright cultures
while abandoning other notions
that was ill-founded by ideology and myth
and empower us with much more.
growth and change
prosperity
and even
Unity
New people ruled by a leader that saw the real world through his bare eyes
rather than through the machine
now can equal with us the means
in which to live a united life
Happy and to others in conflict
A better  a way to live
as brothers in the world
Large, happy, and clean.

Clearing the mind.
Dusting out the cluttered and dusty halls of my memories.
Out with the old
In with the new
Even though I've advanced in years
I still have, to share, fresher stories.
Beauty is seen when one has a clear enough vision
to identify such
To capture such in the eye's camera
Film which are parts of my brighter thinking.
Love,***,and Money are all gray portions of the color coded
drawers that hold the files of my remembrance....
Where the colorful tabbed folders remain
Nature,personalities, architecture, and Invention.
Science, Friendships, and Meeting and Learning of the newer people
and topics
That are packed, forever, in my soul like a stain.
The cleaned halls show off the more artistic museums
which inspire my creativity and understanding
As within the timing measured to what it takes
to blink an eyelid
I remain fresh to the world
A multi-floor gold reserve
Not holding wealth
However, holding the beauty that makes such a structure
The strongest built sky scraper ever witnessed
Eternally standing.

Climbing to Fall
You wish to fly.

But you have broken wings.

You must nurse yourself and mend the wings to fly.

A scavenger hunt for life’s tools.

Sure , you might own some tools.

Toolboxes to fix things hold many more tools than you can afford

During the days you are in a cage.

A doggy in their kennel to wag his tail and do their tricks.

They fail to see your true talent or value.

As their own needs come first and fights irrupt if they are questioned.

What you find hope and healing from and need anything to finish such tasks

are undermined by the needs of the other who demands and brings pity light to what his toolbox needs.

You remain without mending supplies to fly away

On broken wings

So many years have past

where communication to others are garbled

Selflessly you toil onward

up the mountains of challenge

without safety ropes or nets.

If you should fall

It appears if there is no one below the steep cliffs that you climb

to catch you.

You fight to climb to the top to the bright hope filled future

and your success for family, career, and self care.

Those who treat you like “batman’s sidekick”

Do everything to make sure that they are further ahead

As they look back and ask, “aren’t you coming?”

It is easier to look up at a high mountain

Deciding it is too tall to climb.

Things are easier when one refuses to walk through tough times

riding in a wheel chair

Rather than baring the load walking on their own two feet.

Nothing is impossible

Unless one gives up - that is simply a choice.

So , get your life’s gear, climb that mountain

Even if you need some help making it to the top

You had the strength to try.

Instead of staying at the bottom

and deciding to “give up.”

Take me back to the times where "people were smarter than machines..."
They were not "swayed or controled by them..."
as we then  "failed" to see as to why "being controled by them"
was just as "crazy as to question as to"  "why the notions" as to" "why humans are unable to fly?"
Invention brought us the "wheel", the "telephone," then to  the
first "Moonwalk" and "first man On the Moon...."
where he still had not used the future to blind his "out of touch"
"seeing eye?"
Into the future where inventions "killed" rather then they "Saved the world?"
Until World War iii Has beem left a "trial ajurned"
we shall be the "Public just sitting on our hands waiting to be burned..."

By a government who does not "see eye to eye?"
As the "blind stay such" and still ask questions "As to why"
things are remaining "The same?"
well at this
"quiet time of blundering,"
who "raises their voices to challenge" society's "wondering"
a whole "desperate" and "uneeded Mile..."
as to the "future" that this "One Eye'd Moon Man yet sees"
for us "in still motion"
He beams down warnings in the burnt in Values in "History's Blind Accidents"
Nobody noticed that "Lady Liberty's Back was Bent"
from being "broken" like "the invented misguided "arrows of some wars"

we fail to "stand up and defend" as to why we need "Better mending of our broken paths and future pavements" on "Congress Floors..."
Instead we overtrust those in leadership who "Tend to need to love life through closed view's doors."

My heart sings a song that is oh so profound.
Shouting colorful beams of energies that sweeten my soul
They are added to my coffee cup after I brew the grounds.

A few sips... after the creams of accomplishment are added
Signals power up my once slow and foggy mind.

Leaving me open to bigger and more complex of delightful moments...

Contents
Ingredients in my life's java
hype my rhythm and add dance steps to the foggiest of moments in my life.

Such brew of Coffee I savoir every morning.
Which brand I drink never costs me a cent.

The Colors of The Cold Winds Come In White, Blue, and Gray.
The Colors Signal The Start of The Winter Season
Snow Flakes, Skiing, Snowmobiles, and Imagination
In the Freezing Air it is such an Awe Inspiring Day.
Making Snow Angels even as an adult creates fun times
Memories Never Frozen In The Cold Storage Recesses of
A Forgotten Magical Time.
We throw snow ***** and fight to dominate each other's snow forts
We strive to win a war with ice and snow made weapons that never cost us a dime.
The feel and sound of the snow crushing under our boots
The smell of the crisp, Hibernating, Human Active Frozen Natural World
Lies Dormant until Mother Nature Thaws out such with her kind hands in the Spring Months.
Cleaner air, crystal shards of ice hanging from our front porch roofs
They add decoration to the scene
As we Celebrate each other's Company
As children inside
As imagination sharpens the mind - and our participation
is all we need for the science's result in proof.

We built a country on Freedom, Liberty, and Constructive Social Serving.
We fought so bravely for equality and for a Fair Passage into a beautiful and More Brighter Land.
Our future sometimes seems dark  and unsure to me.
As I look through the hourglass of the drama that plagues the Debates for our Future "Commander In Chief," I question where "Motives lie" in speaking up about the runner's up as if we we watching a "soap opera"
and not hearing out future leaders talk about mending the economy.
Ending the wars.
Helping our troubled lands.
Where did one lose when he spoke of "what he shall be and how he shall achieve himself a way in which to be it."
Compared to "She slept with...He hid this...She doesn't know how to handle her own family life."
Behind closed doors, our "Commander and Chief" needs to be "a George Washington/Dr. Martian Luther King,jr." hybrid and get this National Machine, which is broken, working once more.
Scandal is on the streets and in Hollywood.
Where is our "Knight in shining armor" to lance through the children bickering about "what he said and she has done..."
He or she asks, "What can I do for my country to make it the once golden and pure entity that it once was?"
"This is how I am going to prove to you citizens, who vote for me, how I shall turn this "ship headed for oblivion" away from the rocky shores
I shall direct the wheel for our ship to go "back on track to sea."
If such is accomplished in this election, all of us will not sink with the "Captain" and his "ship."

The power of communication lights even the darkest of times.

Just one "Hello" or thoughtful message can save those lost
From drifting without a hand to hold on to.

Postcards ,which started your Grandparent's relations overseas, to their wedding..was worth the postage and the chance of a greater outcome.

Loss of contact can be worse than bad advice.

One feels the cold of silence...

Since all they needed was an open ear for someone to lend them...
  
To save them from some lonely hours of pain, was never there..

They faded from trusting you.

Opening up to someone is always worth more than some extra unspent days and wasted  time...
 
   Avoiding to speak your mind...
Due to the fear of regrets and rejection...   
 Is only a lost chance to find that new "Best Friend."

To brighten up their minds to know how you are doing.
Even though miles away...
A new part of world news or culture is shared..

Fears of the worst of events, sometimes, keep us from stopping to a stranger to say, "Hello."

One never knows unless they've tried...

A proper Salutation and a warm-hearted intention is all one needs to send ,to  another ,to keep the chain of light steady and bright.

Reach out and say, "Hello."

The ways in which  we communicate may  have changed, however, never the outcome....

   of that postcard sent to your soon-to-be-grandmother, that your grandfather sent to her in Germany was s a chanced communication that created your generation.

Communicated.

We all have our methods and timing

In which we connect with another

Phone Calls

Words in Texts

Visits with them In A Favorite Hang Out

Hear my message within this poetry sing.

Do you fail at this craft?

Do you choke and fail to pick up a phone?

Answer a message?

Accidentally never see a person you once valued

Due to failed connected passages?

Where your life was once too hectic or busy

Where you had a clouded mind

As it cleared you went to reconnect

A busy signal was finally heard…

As your absence was remembered

A connection cut due to neglect.

Waking into reality
Flashing back to sunlight from a dream.
Some scenes from a disaster.  
Playing on my minds video screeen.
Feelings of anger form from senseless neglect
Self preservation turns the feeling into understanding
The sunlight
Even through the cold winter air
Warms my senses
Ohh so warm and true meditation
For a broken soul now band aided back together
Faced with obstacles of another day
Ready for the games to play to earn needed success points
Confidence , inside, is here to stay.

Dorthy flew over the rainbow many times.
Along the way, her and I met eye to eye.
Viewing each other's memories through these visons
Connected through eyes and spirit...
We join forces and look for beautiful skies.
Even Oz is full of it's storms and battle zones.
As Dorthy returned the second trip over...
The evil Queen tried to steal her head.
However, Dorthy was smarter than that.
She defeated insanity and with her head still ******* on
She avoided someone stealing her unique and valuable vanity.
Seeing these memories I see inside myself.
Through countless times I almost lost my head.
I almost lost myself in the fields of poppies
I almost fell asleep.
Still awake, I ran with Dorthy past these fields...
Past the so-called beautiful and perfect city of Oz
and we found our own sane paradise.
In the uninviting mountains of high promises
We climbed and endured to enter this beautiful place and paid our own price.
Along the way we found others
In our same dilemma.
Instead of roaming to some insane guy posing like a wizard
We became our own magic and traveled to our own lands of solutions.
Now people come to us seeking the same as we once sought.
However, we tell them to have a seat in paradise.
Enjoying the same days and skies as me and Dorthy of Oz
earned a stay within it's walls
and the warmth and an ill-faded disease and condition
once dubbed "undefinable  Happiness"
This perfect disease...
We have now truly caught.

Connections purely.

My heart tried to signal a letter to be read by one it purely sought.
Friend, lover, simply wishing to grow with another. As loneliness is a universal killer of hearts. A price that most brought
As they ignored my blessings of wanting to get to know and enjoy true times of companionship , from my start, as I seemingly was never heard.
I grew stronger to my truth and loving understanding and sent the one blessings.
Even though I enjoy social networks and photo postings, I wished for my gift to be enjoyed through words of interaction and true care for my art…
My heart might be tired of the long line it walks, solitaire.
Being of a brighter energy, I never grow angry , only feeling pity on those who fail to clearly understand my messages of what makes me me, I give only a blessing there.
Do unto others I have done as I wished for them to do unto me.
Even if my kindness or longing to purely connect with another lady n kind natures never gets returned, I realize I’m doing my part and sets my heart free.

Confidence lies in the center of the heart.
A force which hibernates when we fail to use it.
Set the spark and light the flame.
Keep all of such force burning bright......
Hold to the hand closest to you. Stay strong, together, from the start.
Courage needs to be learned.
Classrooms fail to teach it...
Until the horror-filled moments in our life
Can we learn this art which uses the magic of confidence.
Together, they are a force to be reckoned with.
Without the main ingredient,courage; which is learned in the most
awkward of ways...
Confidence cannot freely flow.
Such numbers our days.
Do you have it? This ingredient of courage?
If you question this message... then maybe you still have time to learn.
Master.
The art of the strength that will always be needed in the heart.
Let it beat.

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.

My heart wished to create and inspire in a troubled world.
I sang, wrote feeling words down to inspire those who have felt lost.
My heart's  costs ,through many attempts from those in competition...
Cruel sabotage, threats,sometimes even questions concerning  my own "realness" had became their "selfish lust."
"To get Him Out Of Our Way," sadly, was their crazily obsessive goal Ending in their own dark and bleak oblivion.
You work with me and I work even harder with you.
You work harder to destroy me..I work even harder to never be like you.
You show some love for the creative gifts that I have given you......
You shall have my extra light, that shall shine down upon all who have supported and have stayed "real," too.
For life is meant to be shared with the world.. in a loving, enjoyable, and in a non evil and true self benefiting manner.
Us united artists shall stay well protected
behind
A chain linked fence
Connected  hearts ,like a one strong force.
Continuing in the site of building a defensive wall against those who try and shadow each of our own connected lights.
Blind with jealousy and bitter competitiveness.
These artists , who have become lost,down and  out..they  ended up in the grounds of the greedy and the dark; they stand lost in their own  shallowed  world of theirs..
a sad and true hateful force that shall always fail.
Due to failing to realize one thing....
Us artists..who stay real and together- we shall  never take "an eye for an eye."
We create better things in a collective soul and shed,upon  them, a brighter ray of creative and true-hearted forgiveness.

Along the rocky roads of a life
That has intertwined into you.....
Your hearts beat as one.
An ocean of feelings..Like the tides..
Rush to and from you and the one.
Blue, red,orange,black, and a capped on white..
These colors of the oceans...
They appear whenever this one is drawn to you..
Nearest....
These colors spark in your soul and the beat starts to gain hold of two hearts..
Skipping along the shorelines of Love's Ocean..
Destined to meet...
As you awake from the dream of this....
On the deck...On a sun chair..
Awakening to see
The mystic way of fate....
As you  open your tired eyes
You see him there.
The one from this dream.
Words cannot explain how the carbon of him within your dreams..
In dreams of ice cream and ocean traveling dreams..
That one appears to  you..
As if by magic...
There he grabs your hand and draws you to stand...
Both hearts now walk out from Wonderland into your days
Love's magnet draws the one to this "two..."
True Love knows many things..
And drawing you to the true spirit is just one of the tricks
of Love's trade
In deep devotions and true hearts which have found crossed ways.

I needed a hand
to help lift me up
My cup of life was only half full
I needed a refill
and also a hug

Now that I've been filled to the brim
I now have gotten my deepest fill

Feelings fluctuate
Doubt sinks the once enlightened mind
Pills can comfort
They can also damage and blind
Balance takes strength to master
On the Trapeze of emotions and Life
The beam is the tool
That your hands hold on to
to guide one
Back to the solid grounds
Underneath the healing light of Strength's Sun

When my birthday or Christmas came along each year
Presents under the tree or to be opened later on that evening
Drew out my deep and cunning curious calling.
Instincts told me to "look before I leap"
"The Joy comes from the moment more and more as it becomes more near.."

"The Best Things Come to Those Who Wait.."
However, as the "white angels sitting on my right shoulder tried so hard to hold me from doing....
The red devilish guys holding their pitchforks seized my control.
I couldn't hold back, any longer, nor could I hesitate.


I ripped up the surprises and no matter how much I liked the visions that such gifts brought, my guilt had grown.

Life is a lot like the gifts for a Birthday or other festive occasion.
It is time to give those little red devils a future vacation.

Moments are to be cherished.Even though you are excited about where you know the event or moment shall take you...
Let the car glide...
Be good to yourself.
Instead of a cat strung out by his hide.
By rushing the situation, moments, or speeding to pass to the next life adventure, on down life's road...
I drew more pain from this judgemental accident than simply relaxing and enjoying a day's cruize. Slow like a toad.


So, I supported the theory that I was the "cat killed by Curiosity" and opened the traps which lead to other feelings than something grand...
What was to be memorable and bright was rewritten as shady and dark
By the dogs of temptation
pushing me to the death of bright memories and granted access, deservedly, to their Joyous carefree memory land.

they tell me "fake a smile and thats the way"
they don't live this isolated and discarded style.
not by choice
as i cut flesh as that is my medicine of choice.
i cannot be fake or have to be so...
shun me... I've already been left like trash for pick up day.
talk about your lovers, show off your photos, and never answer a letter.
as the tears fall upon this blade
as the skin tears and it distracts the pain
Crazy.
live my confined and abused up life and then that game you can play.
my age might be a barrier
my looks
or some excuse like such...
I've heard it all and hit too many road blocks..
i want out of this hell....so badly....
and miss the sun shine so **** much.
i never needed sympathy
i never needed silence
or remarks of faking a smile...
think of why, if you care and truly understand these words....
i need a true friend to support me
not just this knife which is my new prescription..
isn't Mr. sun  real enough to set this imprisoned
soul free?!

He raised me with respect
He needed to use a firm hand
to bring forth a future
for his sun in honor.

Years of deep friendship
Years of fun travels
To distant soils
Bonded two together
Until he was gone
My father's spirit remains in me, forever.
As he taught me the value of life, friendship, and death.
Dad.
Was the greatest friend and teacher that I could ever have had.

Dancing with snowflakes
Dancing Feet with the rhythmic winds...
Holiday Seasons...
Sweet love and sugar cookies and cakes.
Memories of a childhood of such moments
caught in my mind's eye like a live newscast
Brings forth future chuckles
as future broadcasts span across the globe
Like a fine wine..
Such gets sweeter when age adds to the formats
to elder's ages
growing in strength and numbers
Here we go...toasts to the cheers
of these sovereign time placemats.

If I were to disappear without a trace...
If I were to die and my life were to be over....what would be the look on your face?
Would you look back and wonder why we never spent quality time together?
Why we never achieved success by working on things, together?
Did you ever wonder why I ever mentioned love?
Would you ask yourself if you ever showed your feelings of wanting me..
if we spent a love,as one, forever?
My eyes freeze shut after tears in a winter night fuse them shut.
Due to the freezing chambers that :winter Stands" in my emotional seasons.
I could have been basking with you in the sun rays of my "Summers.."
Instead silence filled the already quiet airs of needed sounds of your voice.
Instead of actions to show you care for my presence in this place...
No emotions ever show in your unfeeling face.
The word "you" does not mean just the number "one.."
Feelings of separation from people in which you respect, need, and long to have in your life seem to think that you never "deserved" to be among them.
You were defined as an annoying Buzzing Fly. A "Disgusting Garbage Picker"
Due to not having the "best of things" nor the "Best of Vanity."
I was driven, through forced loneliness.. to my end...
through the cold winds of l oneness driving me to Death's Insanity.
Never meeting those expectations or "rules" which are placed in the people's
"Dictionaries" which define who they can and cannot care for.
Not just lust, Romance, but also friendship...
Since you seem to never fit those defining rules, in their books;your sailing vessel , to a brighter future, to. One  less than "Deserted Island"
Shards of dark and hateful words, from you, sank the ship.
I feel love for myself, however, no  Human can be "forced to be his own island." and have to be "forced" to end his lonely hours with the  "desperate."
People who love  to only accept people to fill his life..only because they were the only desperate or scamming ones that would even "Let you in..."
Dragging you down to the Ocean's Bottom due to being involved in their lives full of their sins.
Questions arise to why a heart must beat "Unheard." Just due to how much success or fame he has in his lifespan..well, that's just as accurate, in life's truer "Dictionary" pages ,in which the pages  define "selfish," as defined books can....and do..explained the actions behind a "verb."
Actions speak louder than words.
If none are uttered, as sometimes as cold silence can, "define through actions of backs being held towards you," can ever describe..
The messages behind these actions, in everyone's life, can write the "death notice" of "insanity" of the one you cast off....
In your dictionaries written in your own hand written scribe.

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Death’s Dictator Rendered

   Countries and leaders

    They coexist in a paradox of “one needs another.”

     Power is alike a potent drink

     To power’s heads, such intoxicates and corrupts a brother.

    Shielding one self through words that justify a blood bath

     Words handed over

     to the trusting populations……

     in order to capture a ticket to power’s seat

     with such, promises and trustful actions never do they meet….

    A push of a button….

     A jab with a verbal knife…..

     Strikes another nation.

     Through corruptions and anger

     derived from ill faded and egocentric power bursts…

      Destruction rains over

     those that they consider a “rival”.

       Walls cutting off roads  

      to the needless spread of targeting those  “others”

      defined as  the obstruction to  their greedy targets of expression

      of joyful power intoxication through war and money absorbing actions.

      in which a job…

       people are recruited from the populous.

      Whom  the dictator  loves to employ…

       Soldiers in their “war to their just cause”

       the population is brainwashed to oblivion.

      Without a true view of who and what they are fighting for….

      until the world is shaken and almost rendered “extinct.”

      Through these pig headed wars….

      A show of strength…..

       to hide their weaknesses…

      the purge of adversaries…..    

      ensures their hold to their sword of power.

      As memories of those fallen

      on their forgotten grave sites….

       another….

      who remembers a forgotten and misunderstood heart….

       on their tombstone…

they place upon it a beautiful flower.

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

Deep Loving Streams
Coyotes howl in the moonlight

The sands of time weigh in grams

The weight of the good times

Holding close to one another….

Such are the most  beautiful of sights.

The fresh breeze upon our bodies

the sparkle of feeling in your eyes..

From our hearts..heat of sweet devotions

weld us permanently into

ever-after’s paradise lined skies.

Even when you and I are not physically as one….

In dreams…

Astral Plains we travel…

In waking hours… a smile shows…

As we live, forever….. forever in deep loving

destination river streams

I lie dreaming during what restful hours in which I sleep.
My soul travels to the true and astral vacations
Not just in fantasy.....
No,no.
It is a worthwhile blues song in which
To it
I love to weep.
I release the energies that over power the good.
I fly even further.
To my destination and true bright future..
Moments of this dream play on and those movie scenes I keep.
There are reasons one escapes reality through astral planes
Leaving the physical shell behind.
Lost weight...
Lost excuses...
Feels good for my spirit to be free.
So join the free.
Release your doubts due to what is or isn't supposed
To happen or be real...
For the gate way to another world is open there.
If you're soul can believe in something greater than
Human made logics....
Fly with me, my love, as we astral plane and
Connect to each others spirits in dreams..
More greater and truer than Einstein's theory
Of relatively....
We are free roaming spirits defying gravity.

I shall live, forever.
My spirit has touched and warmed , many.
Hearts connect across the world.
Warmth of connected souls shall separate, never.
I once was blind..wearing the dark glasses of addiction
with despair and the rush of dodging oblivion.
I broke out of this shell. A clear mind. Sober.
By his own design and need.
The shell broke easily to see the inner beauty.
The need to obsess over money and missed obscenities..the moments I ruined became a mixed drink adding to my "depressaholism."
He shines, even brighter. As he is now more "real."
Intoxicated by the future and the bright opportunity
of world and ,with me, it's unity.
I am proud to have "woken up"
and "place asside the need for too much materialistic hunting"
The need for a "count of hearts I grew into fans"
Superficial ego grew into Mr.Hyde.
As I write this, tonight, with all my energy and truth.
I've found, through open eyes and seeing the true future and it's brighter ways.
I have found my Fountain of Youth.

I have a poster of fame
Posted on every building and street corner in America
I am an outlaw on the lamb
as I am running from the "Law of The Land."
A "dangerous flame."

I am not of criminal nature.
I seem to have let down those who have arrested me
Investments that couldn't be made due to accidents and Ill Receptive Moments
I broke from a dark cell to seek a land which will accept
outlaws such as me.

Such events Transformed friends into Law Seekers
Running after a "rogue comrade"
To be liquidated from the inventory
the names of entities
Scratched off the List of people  
who are titled the  "Accepted Glory."

Friends lost the notions of "balance"
as certain rewards were notable to be  banked
to be received
as amounts of funds
As the situation grew dim with tragedy

To the court of "The Worms Wall"
He was sentenced to exile
Without a chance of debating the Liability
No Balance
Without his own counsel
This fugitive never stood his chance.

Wishing to have someone to become his friend
He was drawn into the darkness from understanding's light
As the empty chair in the court room
They were not there
I sat in the Witness Box
Shivering in the coldness of the Verdict's Plight

To where I am supposed to go while now on the run
I need a retrial
To prove my name of the  truth
As such titles should   be replaced on the list
Until such
My tour shall be advertised on Wanted Posters all over
Friendship city
Until I can prove my true blue loyalty
I have no dignity
I am now the lost one.

The noose tightens
Around my emotional neck.
When the chair is knocked from under the weight of my emotional trauma
Only the moment can define when to deem me as  a wreck.
As I suffocate from the lack of people who deem me as "Worthy"
and even bother to "stick around....."
I scream inside....
As I am darkness bound.
I have been fighting myself for so long
Due to the lack of returned emotions.
Now here I swim against and have started drowning in fear's ocean.
Would anyone notice to pull me out of despair's water?
Or should I be able to do  that myself?
When there are no tools left on my  heart's shelf.
Should I drown out all colorful emotional parts of my soul?
To be what everyone expected?
When their hateful words and lack of warmth took their tolls.
As I try to keep doggy-paddling against despair's tides.

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

I held in too much pride.
Such made the truer me
So much easier to hide.
Fear of being seen as weak as I admitted
That I needed another....
I smiled, instead, and wait for the right moment.
To show the golden dream how and why I care
Why I needed her touch
Her loving presence by my side.
Such is a living dream ready to be played as a movie
On the screens of destiny.  Ooh , a proper ending, we need ohh so much.
True love and in its strength our breaks in our spirits, together, can start their mending.
For you are my "sister golden hair surprise."
As the famed Julian Lennon sings as our theme song.
I call out the name of my Mona Lisa.
Seeing her frown turn to a smile
Is worth more than anything of greed, lust, or fears to vanish in a time from now, not too long.
Always feel my care and best wishes.
For my truer feeling and meanings to become a pair
Is indescribable
As to why and how much I need you there.

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.

One day, I shall disappear

If one cannot see me there

What space would you fill?

When one has been, already, near.

A true and warm spirit

Muffled by voices of success and clicks

around his soul they shine a false light upon you.

He feels the weight of being the “invisible”

Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on

He gets up to walk away

Feeling that he is the “expendable.”

He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.

He understands the excitement of when people found their “niche.”

He tries to stick around..

even for one more night..

He feels as if a vision of

“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”

attend a party where he is not a part of their click.

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 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.