This is a poem to go with a song I am writing "Don't Forget Me."

It's hard to understand
How people tend to grow apart...
Here is the race
I haven't even reached the start...

She raced away from me
He beat me to the punch....
He somehow managed  to earn the hand
of the one I care for
to share his lunch...


Don't Forget About me..
The one who saw with clear eyes

The soul, inside of you, that silently cries

For someone real and better
Something, in me, that you somehow failed to see
So, in memory....
Don't Forget Me.

I tried so hard to earn your attention
Men tend to hide their tears with a veil...
Such is the tragedy of energy of Male Pride...

Inside the mirror...In critique I sometimes hide
The man with the plan
Sometimes hides within the man who lives
with too much pride....

He needs your touch
Your Love
Your True Heart
So as I fail the race
Failed to catch up to you with the men at the start

Give to a glance, once again, and consider me
So, in memories, until we can meet and be as one, again...
Don't Forget Me.

Please do not rate me
On the same level as you
Each person has their own step on life
Upon which they stand upon
Outside of you.
You have more tools than I
when it comes to your "position" in life.
So, with your demands on where and how I should appeal to
m position in my events....
A demand is such like a thought stabbing knife.
You might have your ways of solving despair's mysteries
Unless you can be of support along the way
Stand clear
As I need a friend, not a oach
As I face and battle these dark armies every single day.

One door opens

Another Door Slams

The difference in both are the lessons behind both.

Doors are barriers.. to keep one out.. to allow the entrance

Meanings as found in the rooms and places the open pathway leads…

Keys are not the only items that open such devices.

Words…. Steps one has taken…. even moments from one’s  past history

Has defined what pathway opens and which ones stand still frozen in time.

Mystery in which we hold in questions of what is  behind one door

Urges us to find any means we can find to open it…..

After such, what we hold valuable always stems from within our souls.

A doorway isn’t just a passageway to get us from point a to point b….

Also, these doors are “lids” to “treasures” one lost world left behind…

To what we now have found.

So, once you have found passage through the entryway of interest…

Know that every step is a beautiful journey and an educational routine..

Lands that turn a colorless world into a rich and vibrant one.

Who am I?
A gaze into my eyes from
a reflection in the mirror.
Staring into myself
It seems, a stranger, is it any clearer?
Your mind is in a fog
Sailing into icebergs
Just like the Legendary Titanic
Every time you make a start
you sink to Life's Bottom
Your mind sinks quite quickly.
Blown apart
Seeing someone new
for the first time
You feel shy to yourself
A new greeting to your inner person
Heart on a dusty shelf
Mind in outer space
what can I do to perfect this face?
Even though the inside is half full
Insanity fills the rest at the top
Of fiery chemicals
My blood starts to burn
Away from me
It never sleeps or seems to want to stop.

Down with the ship
This "titanic" was the greatest ship
The captain was forced to race to the end of it
In wealth's panic
Can you help me?
Reaching out
they slapped away my hand
"What's the matter?"
"Wasn't true care and being fellow Humans "
in which to "care" for "one" another
what it's all about?
I loved you, dearly.
Yes I know the true meaning of the word
or was the message too hard to understand and
constructed as "Those made by obsird?"
I'm going down with the ship.
I cannot help to make it stop
So watch as you leave me there at the helm
As for sticking by me through and through
was to you what did overwhelm?
Watch me sink.
Your "Titanic."
You sent the morse code
That read "Don;t Bother us"
As you dried, safely, with another
"Love" in which you trusted , wrongly,
and their "boatload  of tricksters"
Is this which you now sail on with, misguidedly,  down the road?

I finally found the love you were sending
As my heart relaxed in the hot waters of passion..
Bending cold steel into blobs of fantastic and beautiful mind blending..

Into one another..like a song
Sung in old days....

Where Love was truly known and blind lust was forever old
Withered to it's needed resting place
With the legend's voices of yesteryear making pages in yearbooks fold.

The pictures in our past are cherished and placed in the walls of the heart's gallery.
Do you see such?
In the heart of your other?
Do you hear the sweet song sung..
A beautiful love song that your true feelings brung

Into a "togetherness" that filled a once empty heart
Placing the true trophy on the Soul's mantle...

The memories...
Our  future......
that only true and dear fused hearts mend
Cold and tear drops of a heart ... a teared up cloth...
A tapestry now woven from the parts of each loving trend
One other's souls, forever, to never fall to part
in lustful ignorance that needed to be put out...
A flame..... that burnt our souls to be taken apart.....

Stronger than steel
Colder than ice
Our souls
True love
One force

That is the "us" that had drawn us together,forever,right from the start.

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.

The waters of limitation
Flood the once bright and shining halls
of My Creativity and Hope
A life which weighs more than one can lift
You fear your mind shall snap loose and you will hang from a rope.
Life has so many fish swimming the same routine.
Try the same artistic road on which you travel.
Your eyes witness so many of these other fish receiving extra help and strength to finish what they had started.
Should you go on? Are you "inventive and original?"
Or are you a "copy" and "unworthy of such aid?"
Is your career the "Dearly Departed?"
Use the last remaining strength to hold on through the empty nights
and non-productive moments when your creativity is called
Your assets are growing low
You never seem to ever obtain the tools to continue your destiny.
Growing weary...the doubt starts to flood your lungs.
Breathing in fluids and choking...
Rather than shining..on stage... leading the show.

I wake in the night. Sweat pouring from my brow.
I shake from a memory of deep hurt and visions of horror.
I try to crush the pain aside with a smile.
I grabbed my pen. I wrote this poem.
They might have scared my heart, but the will never know how.
To quiet my creative soul. Which keeps me alive.
Instead of my death ending the saga.
No matter what cruelty you wish to show.
No matter how many in your group add to my troubles.
I shall fight harder than before.
Than to let you make me less.
When I know I can be more.
Call me names, accuse me of the "worst of actions."
For we both know the real truth.
It wasn't what you planted.
For those seeds aren't sprouting on the same radio segment as Dr. Ruth.

He sits in an empty room
An old soul that people simply don’t want.
Discarded and left to barely survive
His heart withers as he tries to prevent it
from stopping
as he has failed to thrive.
Money seems to be the lust that brings people near
The lack of it keeps him isolated, hungry, and
keeps the Grim Reaper’s vision
to take your soul, soon, in your mirror.
His worth was measured by greedy people
Claiming to care
They were but a service
Whom you had paid to be there.
As tears fall in the silent hours
Memories of your defeats
Echoes of a heart-palpitating
As the next day..he dreads.. and waking to it
Hesitating.
What is the meaning of himself?
What is his true worth?
Peter Pan Advice is all he hears
Laughing...he nods to “agree to disagree”
Always being the compromise……
He fades further away
As people fail to treat him like he toils
harder to respect
or see his true self
His life is like a dusty antique
In a shop…..dusty...gathering cobwebs
on life’s shelf.

I'm dying inside.
My soul inside is dimming
Other entities ride me like a motorbike.
Out and made an example of for all of mankind.No pride.

Crashing my soul into a brick wall.
I have too much physical and mental pain
To keep pretending
with all of my strength
Not to fall.

The dark people
who bash you about like Raggedy Andy
Deny their acts
You feel untrusted and crazy.
A "toy" that is sweet, to them, like "Candy."

I cannot prove my worth to deaf ears
Nor blind eyes
I pay my dues
Who knows how to silence these fears?
I want to run.
No way to go.
I wish to end it and fly into the Heavens
No bravery to finish what my mother started.
Am I lazy for needing to rest?
Or am I destined to be the failed "dearly departed?"

Doubt is the venom that kills the miracle it sees and it questions.
Things are not always made as false miracles to trap the weak or the lonely of hearts.
See thy actions as clear and beautiful.
I have no ill gotten gains in which I seek... no lustful meaning to these loving words...wonderful!
That is this selfless spirit who never seeks darkness from the bright souls in which he longs for...
In love, friendship, and in unity...yes!
This one male heart beats still truer than most false seekers.
With my many flaws, I never hide them. I try and change them.... a true bless!
Confess!
My gentle hand is holding open to gently grab upon the one who chooses to reach for it.
Beauty at the top of where I pull you too...
Do not regret..... or pass it!
For I offer you the flames in which true love is fueled and remains, forever, to burn.
Let me hear you speak the words in which for me and my true heart, in such you truly yearn!
Hold me, tight!  NEver stop growing with me!
What beauty I seek is not simply the outside, but, the inner beauty that makes your outside glow!
Together, you and I shall enjoy unity's miracle.
A true force...so pure that is unselfish and non selfish hunger for simply conquests!
It is the purest of reasons for you and I to hold one another and become the newest spectacle!
An energy booming far past our mortal shells.
I hold this hand out for the one who can understand my clear and sweet messages...
You take my hand... we shall than stroll through eden's sweet garden passages!

I was A kettle placed upon the flames of confliction
People's Heated Words of Lies and Deceit....
Such fuel of judgement, words of hate, and dark repetition of those wishing, upon me, to inflict blind tormental rituals..
Such wishes they can Pump up the flames to anger's ignition...
The waters of the calm boil down to the smokes of mistrust
Spreading to even those who once added sweet spices
of true virtue to the teas of friendship and oneness.
Fired Angers and Fires of Momentary Lapses Of Judgement

That are the dynamite sticks that are made of   conflict and  are the soul's heated ingredients for anger explosives..
Spirits, once calm, can Turn Volatile


As heat ,Built from the powders of those poking  ignorant taunts, spread lies, and ignorant vocal judgments at my soft spots
Of Human Soul's Discomfort...
Sparks feelings of "blind retaliation " for a short lived while...


I close off their presence and heat
By turning to the fans cooling of peaceful understandings...
Those who wish  Turn a once peaceful waters into explosions alike Nuclear Products
Storms  made up from the buildup of toxic feelings and uncomfortable passages of time....Foggy Interpretations of another's soul..

They are Tsunamis devastating wiping out of all who fail to ease such waves of conflict...

To all of those with no spirit.....
Who took pride as they Flashed upon the tides
Anger's Winds and waves...
Tossing  in a rowboat of survival and confidence
Into the rocky Shores of the lost soul's pride..
the one whom they deem  "unworthy" and "just" of emotional "hazings"
and Deserving of Weapons of Destruction through such "Hostile Negative Winds of Critical Jokes" and "Lies of Acid"
the  "Soul Eaters"
Build up the fires of Hostile Battles and Argumentative explosions
Only ending one's tranquil spirit......However, as hard as they tried to start the battle...

I refused to be as reduced into piles of ashes..
  as another  unneeded storm of ignorant emotions.
Instead of exploding like a bomb built upon the schematics of "blind Hatred" and Hitting the Nuclear Button of "retaliation...."
I  take my time and think through my peaceful maps of escape routes...
Maps and Sensible Travel Routes.....
To enjoy travel, onward, unscaved by the fury of those heathed and blind souls
trying to provoke war
all around me..
I clearly  understand the power of social ignorance, momentary lapses of reasoning, and conflicts based on a misread messages of mass "intelligence."
Invented or Misguided Stories of ill-feeling, ill-gotten words, and such materials that build
"Emotions bombs."
My understanding of the war hungry tormentors and harpies of the army of the Bullies and Haters
defuses the situation through Understanding The Truth behind himself, behind their actions as conflicted souls....
As society's "Puppets"
The beauty ,that those conflicted against him fail to have seen,
their loss of true meaning and self control ,and he as another battle of "Whom deserves to win the battle for the title as the 'Worthy Portion of Their Society"
He is proud that he never stayed and fought.
Even after the feelings of the strongest temptation..
to revenge a "soiled" name....
To win a senseless battle to  Mend his Troubled and Damaged Ego.. He smiles as he realizes...
"There is nothing to be won by these games."
Off in the distance he walks.. He is the one who remains Victorious.
As in the background, there are  those questioning his walk to a better freedom. and unwillingness defend his "soiled honor."
Sucj reasoning never justifies their meanings and jsutification to conflict...
He knows where he has been and where he is going....
He knows, eventually, the ones hungry for fights made from the Delusions and Egocentric Ones That Hunger For Society's Battles...
Will fade as they realize that such challenges were a waste of their moments, in their lives, that could be lived much more to the fullest.

Sometimes jail has no physical bars.
Sometimes Discrimination is not made of direct words.
Life sticks one in a situation where what others expect to be gratitude
Turns into unspoken anger and questions to their so called "Kind Ways."
One cannot force another to be like them.
Live like them.
Act like them.
We are all unique and free souls.
To those who expect the truly "more and gifted spoils"
In rituals directed in this manner....such is not mentorship.
It is "Ego's Classroom."

The old man sits on the park bench.
He feeds the birds.
He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy...

Memories shared with tenderness to valor
of the yester year that become fussy and *****,muddy.

Flashbacks to the battles fought.
Families built on foundations of their own family names.
Defining the future of the grandchildren and children.

Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday.
As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear.

Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color
as crowds listen in the park.

To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today"
Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay.

The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old...
Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light
as people become warm through listening to great memories
and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.

Alone.
I awaken , Alone.
Chills of emptiness freeze my soul
to the bone.
Emptiness without a substance
in which to fill this space..
See all of the effects mark a look
upon my face.

Over and over again they tell you that  they "care."A few misguided or untruthful words
leave another spot that is vacant there.
Sometimes the heart can only take so many people leaving
until it freezes and trusts no longer.
Why do you stay with someone?
Why would you care?
How would you effect them if you just left them there ?
Would this breaking heart become any stronger?
Money becomes a factor.
Respect becomes thin.
Why should I give up and let the soul suckers win?
So I stay strong, out of need, and look for another to fill the spot
that the last false friend drove off and left me an empty lot.

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.

we are gifted great energy that is a strength

once we learn the power of endurance

we equal the balance of the energies

as the weight of the world can be lifted.

learning takes time

often the graduation from learning is called maturity

growing older is part of the process

from youth, we fear to become older due to the unknown

however, so fears melt
once they melt when we go through them

and we are grown.

admiration to those skilled and learned to thrive

are called “senior citizens.*

one who is stronger will be shown

the path to safety

through the building of  strength

These blocks that build into eternity.

i have grown older and earned such accreditations

to the strengths of the energies that build a better pathway

in life

we thrive to know another season has been conquered

by our inner maturity

to bond together
as energies due
both of   us strengthens.

Energies released from my inner energies
Fill the once still and energyless atmosphere around me.
I relax and find the cause of the unstill waves.
Comforting them back to their happy and nutral sleep
I enjoy the other sweet energies I bring forth from within.
Chakras, auras ..they show us color, emotion,and empowerment in soul.
The fuels in which we use to bring forth the right balance is essential.
Using my scale of wisdom, the auras are identified and the Chakras then balanced.
Most find the view of such rituals "poppycock" or "scienceless" in proving they are factual existances in events.
However, me knowing and seeing them at work....I see the facts.
We all have energies.
Fear is always the blinding energy as when it comes to identify the sources of our posotive and negative energies or "Vibes."
I have been unblinded by fear for many years.
Seeing my colors of red,blue,white,green,and yellow are fun and necessary parts of my being.
As Human "Animals" we all label them as "primitave instincts," "blind use of energetic porposes," and
other such "unqiue visions into the realm of the human psuchic."
I see natural tides that this "moon" must pull into balance.
As I drift and enjoy the journey of astral plaines and being the "Cowboy" who lassles these "doggies" back to their "natural penned fences"
I take pride in the adventure of "reeling them back in."

Taking the waking breath into my lungs
I feel the sting of life pumping through my veins
My eyes open to see the colors of my reality
An entrance into the daily world...
A feeling so thrilling to my soul .....
A great force brought forth to me as it also entertains.
I continue a legacy
A story
To my future and the world around me
Building a living memory
Energies passed to others along my ways
Colors pouring from my psychic
that warms and brings forth extra tasteful details
to those in which I interact with
as they experience their fresh new days...
My presence shall change your visions of "what things shall remain routine"
from my projection of contributions
from the heart and within the expressions of the Human  Soul.
Numbers begin to rise to the team of Engineering Life's Future Arrangements of Experienced waves of freshly defining moments
to future living souls...
The world of Life...
Now more enhanced, interactive, and stronger in energies
Invites the children of the future
The Newest  roles
to make additions to this foundation to the future
that we have created
as gifts to the children of the future...
we offer such
to better this still brilliant and exciting world of united souls
creating experiences fresh along days unfolding
New and enhanced awakenings to days like such
will empower the newer pathways in souls journeys
events and wills map's strolls.

Equal.
To toil enough. Not too much and not too little.
A cup filled to the top but never filled over it's edges.
To give something of me, however, not everything.
Until I am wasted to nothing.
Which is the opposite of equal.
To go far with someone or something...
However, not over logic's top limit.
Expectations are natural. So are people and their rules.
Set down too many and you get little in return.
Few who shall come nearest to you.
Your world shall be fenced in and empty.
Without being whole, there is little to break off and give to another.
Without giving, one runs out of ways and spaces in which to receive and fill one's already full ego.
Balance is the key to gaining true and enjoyable gifts out of life.
Without balance, even a Trapeze Walker would stumble,fall, and have too much weight on their minds in which to fill any answers to their questions in life.
I fell,i got back up.
I listened and then i taught.
I followed.
Then i had to lead.
I loved, however, then i must be loved.
If things are worthwhile in the energies of your life..
Share them.
As you shall gain much more of such as you share that energy,or gift, from your heart to another
who truly needs such.
Full shall become their once  empty lot.

Looks are only an invitation to hunger for lust.
Ir a jar to open the door, as invitation, to the house of the heart.
After the first glance
Growing with someone by physically being by their side and never leaving..That's worth giving staying around to know someone's heart by caring enough to yearn to be by their side is worth a great and deep chance.
Words are a tool. Without actions or a way to vocally express or physically shed a light upon someone only reinforces an empty space where one should be there.
Knowing how they respond to your presence
How your truth glows
and how your false notions resonate, darkly.
I wish to be by people's sides. Whom I deem valuable components of the machine that is my bright and happy heart
Fears of how I come across or how I look also show lack of my trust
In self
In you
I rise up and challenge such by taking the extra effort to send my self,visually,audibly, and emotionally directly by your side.
I shouldn't ruin myself, our deeply needed connections, and need for each other's hearts to feel that they belong
to be smashed like glass
Due to insecurity to allow our relationship to sit and rot, like metal, it shall rust.
Down to powder...Than it shall disappear
And I'll miss having you, in my life, longing for your heart to be near. Here.
My courage is stronger as is the trust in the me to just be such, myself.
To just be spontaneous and send myself along any lines
to your heart
Instead of perfecting such crafts and allowing our hearts to die upon a lonely and dusty shelf.
Let's start this path, all over. However in a different direction.
Allow both of us to show ourselves at will
Beyond the shells, pretty words, and petty materialistic gifts..
Let our love flow like an erupting volcano...
Spontaneous combustion of action into feeling is the only way we can continue to grow.

A storm was brewing
Lightning Bolts  of Anger
Droplets   of Blue scolding hot Rain Drops of  Lightning
Pouring out the Rain Drops of heavy tears
Flowing down.

Contempt and bitterness created a meaner self
A witch's brew...
I began cooking up a broth.

Hurt Flames start stewing
Up a mixture of misunderstandings and deadly bitter  chemicals
A toxic food in which it fueled the Devil's Soul.
Closing my eyes as I wiped away the heavy tears
I blanked out my mind...
I closed my eyes.
I heard the voices calling from the Teacher
Who showed me the future and the past full of golden and beautiful Years.
Through self-doubt's blinders
I became  a horse only wishing to run in one direction.
Off the deep end I was hurtling toward

My soul started an astral journey
That lead me to the "Museum of Light"
Nothing is edited out or failing to be displayed
stamped  as "non-valuable"
or "Censored" by unfounded feeling
Pieces that were actions of truth and moments of success in the smaller moments of a larger life
Discarded due to my loathing
Clearer tours, of my heart, show  A mighty  "Fort Knox"
The fortress of  my true inner worth....
A treasure trove like the great pyramids - this structure
was built up by one thousand golden blocks.
The inside was bright
The halls were lined  full of bright and intelligent pieces
Art that was well conceived of
by my soul
A force that I can  now clearly see
was worth this journey's toll.
I have strength within myself
When I take the Blinders of Doubt off.
I returned to my body
Flying like an Eagle on the Wing
Opening my eyes
Drying my tears
Smiling wider than I had
Before I started the rain in my soul's once bright and sunny skies.
My soul was now lighter and I  could start hearing  the harmony of happiness sing.

Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

Flames up higher
Heating up the floors
Rushing to the brain
“Give me some more!”

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just has just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks

Escaping The Eagle Eye
Escaping The Eagle Eye

Escaping the Eagle eye
Flies upon wings so free
Fired Desires

Flames up higher
Heating up the floors
Rushing to the brain
“Give me some more!”

Escaping the Eagle Eye
Liberty Just spoken
True to thy heart
Through these words which I have spoken
Hear the soul as it speaks
Through these writings
Makes one less of a loner
A less weighed heart
Flies along with others
Over frosted mountain peaks

I am a lone Lion.
Running through the Pride Lands
Although my heart is big and quite brave
Lionesses seem to treat me like a loon with
a hospital band.
My age might be of middle measurement
I am still young
Yet the jungle treats me as if I'm of Antique Procurement
An old dusty relic as released from the museum
Darkness such as energy clung
to the muscles of the huge beating heart


Other lions fail to notice the sound of my heart's beating
They exclude me from their pride as I am "Stranger"
A wandering Threat

A hateful movement
I pass by and I vent
Access energy to refresh my enlightened soul
From the judged
who deserves no warm greeting
Through all of this
I remain strong and I run
I forgive and I understand
I shot out of the Roar
A sound to welcome those truly heartened and  open eyes
Glancing to see my stronger and more impressive form
to see the real me. Who offers rewards
Friendship,love, Undying Partnership and loyalty.
Real treasures.
For this Leo offers more..

The king of his life and of his craft
A Lion King
Who never stays defeated and down he stays and lies..
Wade was deep in the grasses.
As he lies there lost in pity
his life and self at a stand still.

Racing past those Prides who cut him out
He starts on his own
A new pride.
Their  members let Roars Sign Happy and Strong Energy
Which shine out
Out

The life-blood of the largehearted  Leos and the Lionesses
Those who refuse to stoop low, believe in the ignorant, or ever
from the heat and tribulations of the  jungle..
They hold their heads up and they  never hide.
They banded together
To care for one another
and forget the other sickness of the lazy and heartless entitled ones.

Their kindred-ship and family shall last for eternity
Unable to be measured
Past the other end.
For these beautiful creatures
Are the Bright and Legendary Ones

Their legends shall be forever implanted in the jungle
As the true royalty that defeats all darkness
The battle for all kind creatures forgotten and neglected...
For them...those battles they helped fight and have always won.





equal to the other monarchs
cast out do to younger trends
Temporary Collections of Faces
Who shall fade to nothing
Once their time and age is past the clock
Measuring the alarm to sound off their limit
to be cast asside and remain "part of the scenery"
enter them into their own museum

who has grown to know the real me?

Through days that age to night

After the thrill has gone.

Through awkward and trying moments when we become confused and fight.

..

Will you still be the one I see

As I look back in these tired eyes?

Shall I see the one who stuck by this one

through calm and sometimes turbulent skies…

Did we fuse as one to take the good from the bad?

Draw excitement from boredom?

Build a new beginning, together?

When I turn around, again…

Will I see a woman..that makes up almost every part of the other half of me…

Be the one that I run too…

So, in this new found existence and bond..we have learned to be free?

Past doubt and ill faded fashion

Through emotion storms and anger’s lightening…is it me that you always see?

Are you the one that eased my storms

and brought such a turbulent soul back to Earth..

Since, along the whole journey, since we met….

Against all who warned against our united form…

Your love, for me, was like cement. Permanently set..

In vision and also you realized that we were made to be,together.

Forever. Heaven made.

Forever.



You have  never failed to see my high value and my truer  hearts’ loving worth?!

Miracles never leave nor do they fade

Our minds are deceived to want something less than needed…

You had never left my life…for you proved that

my pounding and beautiful heart..

Such, you could never allow

Your loving and beating heart



for anything labeled “bigger and better”

Could your true beating  trade.

Our souls are now fused and are one

Forever

An eternity that will reward us for our faithfulness, in cleansing storms

of reward. It is enjoyable to become even wetter.

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.

See him grow older. See him laugh as he crawls...
No way out...
No one to answer his call...
Fear Consumes his soul...a bite it takes every day.
He feels lost..
Alone....Never needing to be..
Trying to signal those who he wishes to have near
Another unheard signal..
Will he die?
Wil he fall to evil?
Or shall he destroy himself doing ****** acts?
Stunts.. Just Like … Evil Cornea Val?

Sometimes I fall
Sometimes I break
I never allow myself to stay down
I pick up my pieces and complete this puzzle
A lot in my future - bright ways, for me are at stake..

I might once wear a frown
I take in positive energies
I blow out the negative poisons...


Like Rocky Balboa
I never take my eyes of the light


I get back up
I stand back up, tall, and continue to fight


I give the relaunch of my positive and bright
future Human  endeavors

I tune my brain
Like musicians in the Grand Symphony
Orchestras playing a meaningful and cheerful musical drama
I make them proud
Both my father and mamma

For the words "can"and "Will" are fused within my psychic



I never stay at stages that are lower...Never!
In the ring of life
I arise and spit in challenge's faces
Not weakened by doubt
Or my Insecurities
I win Triumph's belt
I feel the wind of opportunities.
Fill my soul.

To better Mankind, Myself, my life, and the surrounding communities...

I am a part of a bigger and more beautiful
Brighter, lighter, and more profound army of Boxers..
In the ring of life
Nothing can stand in our way....
As we are here for reasons bigger than our egos could ever imagine...
United we are one..
Divided we fall..
As we form, together, as one all powerful and united force...
The Continuing and Progressing Earth and Spirit
Called "Evolution's Dragon."

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"

The night before the year advancing “new Years”

Shocks tingle throughout your soul

Sparkling Marks of Anxiety

To what the New Year Shall Deliver

In aa package made just for you and your own Tolls

Counted up as moments are used in the last

Year when it was fresh

How you used energies

Dark or light

in the world around you

The New Year recieves a recieved blast

As the laser of the changing of the Year

Shoots its signal

A “Mixed of Energies” create a special spell

That shall be powerfully cast….

What you had put into the last

shall pave the start of the New

Year

Days

Moments

Breaths of life

Which must be Prepared for

As you live the year in which your in

Let the Dawning of the “Joker”

Begin.

Once upon a time
In the Gum Drop lined streets
of his Narcissistic Chocolate covered  ideals
Walking through a "counterfeit Val Hala"
Faces smile
Inside they weep and fail to wish to greet
Strangers who visit their country of "Perfection"
Visit here - one shall be needy  for the Royal Telephone
Calling back home shall cost one candy mint Dime.
Finally, eyes flutter open to truth
Wishing to feel free to be able to become different than all others
The warm welcome comforts of change
Fears of action by 'His Imperial guard
"Mr. Root Bear Ice Cream Master"
Displays failures in his "Candy Land"
Placed along the streets to display
"Rotten candy"
in a recycle booth"
He pushed his power through the "sweet rewards of Misleading Compliance."
The promise of this "fantasy land"
empowered "bliss and happiness."
Breaking his teeth counting his money.
and ever-growing fame.


Ice cream grass signs mark the emperor's "stringent laws"
Displayed along your travels
Molding your soul
a forged and copycat soul
"reminding you of  the consequences"
Failing to become like he

Leaves change their colors
Signaling the change to fall.
Animals prepare for the change to winter.
Cold winds push back the heat of the summer sun
As we turn back our clocks to shorter days.
Some costumes on Halloween
A huge turkey carved in celebration of Thanksgiving
Such marks the colorful season called Fall.

I walked through the city and I saw a horrific vision.
Before my path were two individuals.
Shouting over a Super Market Tabloid and who knew more about what they had read in cold and calculated argumentative decisions.

Emotionally "boxing" for the "belt" in "Who was right"
and the Heavyweight Championship in "I have More  Net Worth."
Such sickened me...I tried to avoid such "nasty frights..."

As I tried to walk around the area and to push to stay out of "Center Ring."
I was drug in.
Forcibly to fight in a  "Three way" match..

With those who are enraged by what "haunts" their "sight"
A lit match...A fire to now rage and burn...
I was scolded by the heat in the middle of the flames.....
I threw my "emotional water" onto such and won an "unseeded battle."

Desperation to "win" the "street" "Judgement" "Boxing" "Battle."
I pulled away and responded "I need not join in your wars."
"This world has enough troubles..due to such..I do not need to explain. It takes two. You both have already lost"
Walking away, they looked at me and then themselves in question.
They knew that the moment they decided to "Fight this fight"
they both had lost...The minute one "began" and the other decided their need to have to "finish" and had to be "tough" and  "fought."
Each person may not "look the same...."
Nor be the "most attractive."
Life is not a "competition"
It is all in one's everyday needs and in their own "Interpretive visions"
Most are the "norm"
Yet we fight.
Most of us think with "over-inflated egos" as staged by those "fools" already lost in the tabloids that push us to live alike the ones who die in Hollywood.
Yes, it is nice to be wanted. To be sought after.
Every day, some "normal" "non lit pathways"  are  a gift.
For the attention gets "quite old..."
When one doesn't have a moment to be alone to take a breath..
After being in "center ring" almost all their lives..
Through  being "good" at a certain "artistic or inventive gift" in life...
The Paparazzi suffocate one to death...
Being unable to start a family due to your "Society's level's rules"
and "Who you can date and cannot date isn't "Cool as ice"
It cuts through one's heart...
Emptiness is sharp like a blade and it cuts like a knife.
For age, talent, looks, money, and fancy items are fine in movies, on stages, and great "fairy tales" in the great "Emerald City" that is renamed "Hollywood."
But, by being "Dorthy" in "Kansas" at least with her dog "toto"
She shall marry a normal guy, maybe excel in small business, or get short spurts of "spot light"
She shall smile and look back....
"I , at least was not a death notice in a Supermarket Tabloid..."
"A Scandal"
or "Told who I could befriend and who I am ordered to avoid."
"I won this fight in "Center ring.."
I saved my "true nature for my "after the dance was over life."
I changed out of my "dancing shoes..."
"I avoided being cut by fame and it's  icy cold and judgemental knife."

There is a monster that causes disease to ones heart.
Fame is a drug that slowly kills you
One dosage brings the fuel the monster needs to make it's start.
Family is forgotten and changed to your status crew.
Although you are wanted by many
You are surrounded by the feelingless few.
After the high ends and the moments start to become more empty
Your heart becomes harder to satisfy
So you shall need more thrills and this drug called "plenty."
Your mind wanders to the past and you start to wonder where your true self did go
Now the curtain rises
Time for another show.

Are you my family?
Enemy?
Or my deserter?
I was stuck with bills and a reputation
where I had to endure stares and revocations.
Revelations
I learned that blood is never thicker than water.
Falling down stairs
A broken and feeble weak man
Nights of hospital rooms
and no one to visit me
as I healed from hell
Again and again
I believed their lies and I had been the one who had fell
to their lies and actions
they ran away and left me to take the blame
to take the fall
A bleeding heart and knife stabbing emptiness
My true family
was not a sister and or brother
It was another
Who held out a hand and then walked with me
Not to place me as the scape goat
or the fall guy
For they tested me with truth and opened up my blind eyes
For blood is never thicker than water
until they cut you and bleed you and make you sick
Then the ones who value you the most do pick one up when he is sick

A family begins with two loving hearts
Joined together in love and the longing to share, together, each other's spirits..as one...forever.
Kids are born and raised out of love.
For they shall make our names remain in the world.
As we help them learn, to grow, and  us sharing , with  them, our wisdom.
They were created out of love's unity.
Future leaders, healers, or artists to add remarkable feets or creations to be written in the books of future history.
We take care of them now
They shall take care of us as we grow old.
Family is a gift to us..from bounded love
Such an energy
As our family history and future shall grow.
A light to all...never to be taken for granted.. Our family is like a precious jewel...to hold close to the heart, dearly. On display for others to enjoy it's glow.

Fear is a control
A weapon used by those who have no self esteem
Used by those with no self control
Are we on a roll?
Those who hate you wish to see you fall
From Jealousy and Defending your level
They wish to see you in a grave
Dirt covering your body up with a shovel
Do not let fear consume your mind
Filling your thought spaces up with the Toxic
Elements of their "poisoned" recipe
That feeds the hunger of the dark kinds
Of people who do not understand your beauty
They hate to see you shine bright
Smile in their faces and use your deeper strength
Shining your heart
From an even brighter light

Feelings of Joy from the chill
Arctic colds freeze the body
Also, it purifies the soul
Out flies astral travels of my Human will.
Visiting lands at the speed of an "Outer Body " "dream"
Landing states are quick and also unneeded
Communicates with other souls
adds to a sweeter and a more "clear eyed" vision and
a more "grander" scheme.
Fly with me upon golden wings
Join with me against star lit scenes
As we dream together, even in the real land..
as astral waves are painted with a truer light with lesser burdens...
No worldly issues..just me and you.
Maybe you've seen me enter your "dreams?"
as I joined with your soul
and beautiful travels bathed beautiful avenues
without tolls.

I remain without rest.
Not only the pain from my back and shooting nerves is
The way of me that you got the best.
Assumptions of insanity
Pointed out by a shaky and hypocritical fingers
I remained stronger
The super hero in my still lingers.
I fought your labels
I shook off the weight
For this pure and true spirit
He knows that you are also spoken
Silent blessings to you and your hate
Caused by this hectic world
That conditions one to fall
Without reason or providing a way out
If we were to bond together in true care
This Superman will fly with you, my Louis Lane
Busting out of the walls
That contains the insane.
Those who love to be sick remained lost.
I was glad to fly away.
Until one day you shall reach for the one
Who never wished to see you be losing your self.
Such is worth fighting a heavy and emotional cost.

"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."

I am Alive!
A being who is free!
Like the wind, he can flow quickly, or gently float among the clouds.
His spirit is full of energy.. A powerful force that is the brighter sort.
Never using itself for destructive motives or false importance..
He never hides behind a shroud.  He shines only in true beauty.
Beauty is not flawless skin.
Ugly is never a valid term for a beautiful being.
Art is never perfection.
The flaws,within it, are what make the creation worth while.
If all of us were alike, there would not be "beauty," only "Numb and Lifelessness Molds who were mass produced."
The oceans are full of many different visions of fishes.
A rainbow of art that has never,fully, been discovered and explored.
Just alike the fishes in the oceans, which are all different from another, you are that beautiful specimen...that one fish of millions that is ready to be discovered.

If I saw you on the street and I stopped to say, "hello..."
Would you shake my hand and wish to get to know this once soul defined as "stranger..."
Or would you ignore the buzzing voice and rush to your safety zone?
If you had remembered me as from my mistakes and I worked hard to prove, to you, my peers....
The changes and strides I've made to change myself and the world........
For the better, would you applaud and then think better of me....?
Or would you laugh in my face,ignore me......shunning me like a virus......?
A cold you wish not to catch from
Taking in conversation and bright ideas from my
"So called fake and diseased stink?"
Fumes of radiation sparked by thick headed "reactors" wishing not to close down the power of bigitry?
This once great society is dying.
From diseases not caught by human disease....
However, sicknesses of "judgmental slots required , by you , as defined in order for an added friend or business friend to fill.."
Slots remaining open due to closed eyed people trying to direct other closed eyed people to what "defines" a "better way"
Which only spells "doom."
Politicians never covering the "needs of state"
However, added into a pile of useless debates
"Drama, finger pointing" and "don't vote for what we shall prove , 'a black sheep in white whooled costumes?"
A continuous vote for another politician full of promises, however, filling no "society and country binding actions and fabric lunes?"

We must offer help to "those who truly need" and not "selectively help those who appear to need such support" yet leaving those "real desperate and in dire straits need "
Refused that rightfully needed "helping hand" and who are left to suffer and continue to bleed?

It is the blind leading the blind.
Drama entertaining a vote
And "Hollywood politics" that we have elected those who neglected the whole country and place importance to a need of their own selfish agenda?
It's like substituting natural sugar with cancer causing fake sugar that is their "healthy light and Splenda "

We need to fix what's broken.
Not what's already running.
For within our boarders......
We are silent voices never allowed to be spoken.
In fear of opposing the "majority" and being like a paper tossed into a pail.....
If one speaks up in selfless chance....
Who wishes to fix and replace those broken cogs and sprockets in the "machine of the political nation..."
We failed George Washington in all honor and honesty....
We have failed the people who need the change of broken wheels...
For no transportation of equal healing and needed rewritten programs that make our nation's machine break down....
With every election due to one with "less scandal and less interest in what's in plan to be changed"
Then our machine shall destroy Uncle Sam
And we shall betray what hard work and selfless natures bring......A flooded land due to not fixing a broken "****."

Flashes of memories

Blood Red, Death Grey, and Fear Yellow

Waking hours turn to Replays

An unwanted Movie Show

On the screen of my life

Destruction, Assault, and Reckless Harm

A house of cards that fell apart

As I stumbled to fight back the Replays

This process has to end

One day I shall become stronger

I shall whipe these reels clean

They will cease to play.

"It is so late at night." I agree.
However, I'd much rather see such as "it is so darned early!"
Time has two flavors.
"Half and Half" (like Creamer)
or
"Full Roasted Blends"(like cofees).
I prefer a a drink of both, thank you.
Both are "pick me ups"
However, "Full and True Flavor" is the final drink
Which I like to pour.
Dinner or Breakfeast.
Both are at "too late" or "too early" of times.
As rebelious as I like to become,
I have dinner in the morning and Breakfeast in the night time.
However your taste may be for "the flavors in life,"
I go a unique way..
"I like a little flavor" from a "lot of origins and pathways, in "Life's spicerack."
I like to "mix things up"
Rather than to stay "Organized and bland."
I grab my spoon, now, stir and enjoy a new found treat.

I have learned, years ago, to work quite hard to make the proper changes in myself.
I may not be the greatest at my trade
The handsomest of Faces
However, I believe I have worked quite well for what I am.
An equal seller on Life's Library Book Shelf.
I might have been a lose and broken man before.
Not this time.
I've broken the circle of being the "repeater" and I have blossomed once more.
I change for the better of my own life becoming brighter.
To repay kindness of those who always believed in the real me.
People who never hung on to what "Bad" I used to bring onto the table.
A more delicious and brighter dinner for those who have supported
and have clearly waited for me to set myself free.
Free from worries about who shall accept me or what status quota I shall fit ,amusing.
Myself as an actor portraying some one other than who I truly am.
A comedian  who brought down  his own house of cards  by becoming the laughing stock
of the Drunken Clowns.
I rose up upon life's stages and became a truer actor.
One who is the truer artist by appreciating those who enjoyed his "Newest of Magic tricks."
"****!" I metamorphosed into a dove.
I fly away,now, to a glowing life which fits me
like a hand in a glove.

Shattered windows that I have begun to replace
Reinforcing the weak portions of my battered soul
as I race through waves of conflict which tear my mind
In travels called "Life's Stroll."

I've taken my blows and the medicine to heal the wounds..
To stand up and break the shackles of past's memories torment
Is a sweet delight to a sunny end to these mortal ruins.

Standing taller
Never kneeling to the dark one's commands
I sail a battle ship.... a plane shooting across the planes
of positive space.

You may take advantage of my kind nature
You may think your actions have "cashed" you in.
Prizes shall be mine.
Success in a dark storm that becomes bright...

As this flying fortress dances in it's ongoing flight.