Fly on Angel
Kaitlyn ..daughter of a poetic marvel
She was taken from the world
over toxic elements shotty play in a crazy crime carnival.
Her mother tried to  find the answers
beyond the closed case performed by the hired and corrupt.
Even past such, until her legacy is forced to rest..
Her spirit, within me, is the light up in my tunnel
the warmth's best.
Lois was the name of the magic...
There shall never be the same sort of inspire
to my flame
My marvelous poetic fires.
I shall write, for you as well, Mrs. Duncan.
A great legend who's spirit is strengthening my own.
Here the angel's sing
As they fly to support us legends still working harder
and shining brighter...
As these angels fly....
Such shall be my sharing of these talents...
Until, upon angel's wings, on which I shall fly.

I lay on this floor

Waiting for a soul to cast brightness on the darkness.

Here we go..Another message sent in hopelessness.

You only came along when you were in need.

Did you notice?

Did you notice as I cried as I sit here and bleed?

My soul lie drained. A shell of a soul.

Trapped in a messed up body.

I tried to be somebody.

Every time I try to rise up..

I was beat down and forced to close up.

You taunted and you teased.

As you fell, at first, I felt pleased.

I helped. Even though I was down.

Here I am. The foolish clown.

I've waited for you to return to my heart.
I have collected dust from the days...
As our Future together still brightly
Still shines your way.

Back to the person who is the loyal heart.
Sometimes silly.
Sometimes confused.

His meaning sometimes drown out by confusion's
way of creating a "fork in our way"
Words written to question where we should start.


Days have weighed down on my soul.
Tears washed away the pain.
These rains never doused my fire in my heart for you
As such breaks in the line of communications
have sometimes broke us and have taken quite a toll.

Miracles never die.
They simply lie there dormant.
Questioned, heavy in the conviction of how you thought I wasn't true.
As crazy moments can try our union.
Look deeply inside of yourself. then back into me.
For great things have truly have been defined as "you."

I am a man. A good man.
Your thoughts of hate and discriminative conceptions..
of what I "must stand for,"
Of "What I know  I should not be forced to stand for.."
"Wealth and Vanity's fools..."
Such are the  only ""Minds" who  create  a "rule" in the "Social Book"
as "created" and "made-up"
only from and by   an "insane mind..."
Ones who have "Turned  on" "others"
...  and ....the "only type" of "personalities"  that have  "needs"  "made of such" unneeded" "darkness"
and "Morals"
Such,turning a "person" into a "Defined," "Labeled," and   "poorly-typed personality," "into "such defined , wrongly, as a "person" considered as a "kind.."

As the only "soul" who "defines" their thoughts
of a "poorly defined" lifestyle"  as  "such as"a required "company creating" rule ,"

Such, where only "sloppy" and "unhealthy " diners "think"  of" as  a " tool..."
as "such unhealthy" Thinking  is as "successful"   are as  "beneficial to one's soul"
As what  "lost food-poisoned"  recipes where   "lost souls" can  "grow lonely" and as a "lone" "ranger," who is  more and more ""poor...."

Due to their "insecure recipes"  
Their ill-fated "needs"  of what only what their "unsafe" Book's "Recipes"
where only "unwanted-securities"
Are "Tasty" "facts" which are whipped up on "trays"  created  by  these "eccentric"  and "overpowering" "kinds" of "chef's" "requirements"
Are only ill-guided "thoughts" made up  by "misguided " "entities"
The "sickly and untried souls untried" and those now "Unkind.."
Those "insecure people"  who are, "inside and out," truly lost," and now "poor"...
Inside..."
Not  made of  the most "secured" of "ingredients" and out of  "life's festered insanities...."
and never of "sanity"
   of "minds" in which they are in >financially" in store to be truly "poor"
well, such >hurtful energies, beliefs, thoughts, and words...."
Words where such  never   have any worth.
Nor "truer life's path" can be    "plotted"  where  any   "bearings," can  "lead" my life "in-less than "fake" or "hectic waters"
of the rocky surf...
Sports that ,Rather than "thrill much needed true fully" needed    "mapped " "courses"
They land us to Where neither  "a true  meaning in my soul," is truly a needed "destination."

here in my beautiful heart...
I wish to not let such trips land my head in a ditch. Or worse.
I become hateful and judgmental, to others, as you forced into my programming logic to be..
continuing the cycle, like yours imposed, forcibly on me...
"Blind out of fear and question," to "what I am "or "what I never  needed to" "be...."
I turned myself, my thoughts, and my acts around and I am truly able
to step back, process, understand and remove such "unneeded" parts added in the world,
where the moment became "sunniest" and "Clearest"
When I decided to "grow up" and "accept and correct my own misguided mistakes"
"I manned up" and I could ,finally,  "correct   such hurtful motions to souls that my bad and old actions had broken"
...as "I finally put my pieces back together,"
I  can now, and "more than I  ever needed in" "my  wrecked spirit" to be
Free, " to grow in dignity" and in my own "open-eyed" mind
  "Decide"
Due to a now"  truer spirit..."
"I can truly see" and (more than I  ever wanted to be, free_)
I am now," freer" to "be more" of "the truer me"
" I am  me."
.
Since, now,, I can truly open my once closed eyes   "clearly", " see.."
around  others, as you have forced my fragile soul  make me acceptable in your crazy world
As this "computerized brain" was  forced to act out a programming, which he was never compatible with such illogic to become, and I try to fire down upon a "weaker one..."
.I took on him my toll...My fire.....My fear....Illogic you handed into my life, uneedingly, suffering as he has now to bear because of what you scared me to treat his programming to become...
He shorts out....
His fragile soul shatters...
I'm now a new "weapon of mass destruction"
In your Sick life's army.....
What you thought was "just"
It never, ever, justly ever once matters....
In "a real world" where uniqueness should be cheered to thrive..
Planted, nurtured and gardened to grow....
Out of your sick "social demands " as such, I label "experimentation on what you call the weak,"
Such will some day haunt you until you are at your dying way.
Definitions of what I require as a man....
Intimacy justly needed...
Equally sprinkled with love and honor...Just and Deserved Trust....
"Sickness" which  you have tried to "Cure"
was nothing more than untrue stories and a door to your sad, pathetic, and hurtful face, I must now slam..
One cannot survive to see in forced "illogic,"
Forged from your "Fears and Misguided Brining up as a child"
Was instilled into.... "Your parents fears," from them and " "justly" programmed  or forced from your "sickness....such as what is this refusal to face uncertainty" made a disease in you to stick...
..in an avoidance to " faced raced obstacles"   and your "Inner Child's Add to dictionary and malnourished voice ignored  your own "
  you had to endure as a child..
You never stopped to question any "sickness from poor programs of bad parenting or your own poor understanding of another's lifestyle.."
or be programmed as such programming that another demands and believes as "pure and just.."

True friends are always simply a look away.
They appear even when one never knew that they were near.
When tears fall and your sanity's gone
They grab a hold and pull you back from Death's grip
On you
Asking nothing from you but a smile.
Maybe a cup of coffee on which with you to sip.
Friendship holds no limits or boundaries on how one cares
For one another
A friend, unconditionally. Is always there.

I opened my eyes after a near permanent fall.
Here I stand. Other's I have known, passed, due to not being able
to get back up after their fall.
I throw roses on their memories and a kiss "good bye."
A heart beating for them as their spirits cheer.
I go onward, stronger, thanks to the help of these spirits
and friends.
People that I value due to purity of soul and purposes.
United we stand and united we do fall.
If I stand tall, I honor these people. Who have passed and those who still stand.
In life's promise lands.
We built these "cities" of friendship, together.
A beautiful union that shall last , forever.

Out with the old and in with the new.
People are once fresh and exciting
Many are forgotten of
Legends are few
Before they age and become antiques
Groups remain  fresh while the newest of faces speak
Ideas are inspiring when fresh fires rage
Until their pages of their book
The story of their life
Written in worn pages
Are left unfinished
Readers browse and find another tail to start
However, the following of these stories are never continued
As the most amazing portions are left unknown
as the journey to this long "point" in their life's story
Become less amazing and start to devolve
Fresh excitement wears apart
Since most books are not read all the way through
People are never quite well known
As within their pathways to the written end of their lives
Fail to entertain the young and the restless
The story tellers are often replaced with those
Less than in experience
or patience
this tree of knowledge fails to become fully grown.

The sunshine blazes through the window panes
This brilliant mind
Shall show how it is brilliantly insane.
To be normal can be a kick
However, being crazy is quite colorful
When one has a group to share the mental offtrack with.
A bunch of loonies to make the day beautiful.
Lose your mind.
Let yourself go.
Have some fun.
Dance, crazily, in the snows.
Waltz in the rains
Turn up the music...
Now, it is my time to let myself go..
My mind loosens up
Fun and cheers to the Fun and The Insane.

I looked up into the skies
A message blasted into my open eyes
"The World Needs A New Way"
"You Are Part of A Society"
"That needs a recharge of it's dream."
In order to live free...
to Live True...
To Become one with one another.....
We deserve a better Weather than this "Storm.."
One another - we need to remember.
This conflict is "never a norm"
Join in my strength
Fuse with me
We shall defeat this despair
Through strength.

The night sets in
I met my match
I lit the tension
I caught the flame
Now here is another self game
I battled this sin.
I write down fluid emotions
As I have timeless times with the world
As such out forth came my talents
To entertain my world
As I have kept struck devotion
In sweet and honest motions
A man , his world, and a great new new movie
Of his life never left to the ruins
Of neglectful ashes
He never strays
He goes forward
To a brighter future
It’s “groovy”
He’s true to his game
Now they sing out his name
In his own words
The songs he writes
His Entertainment history is made
He is seen, smiling, walking to another
Great destination on future’s pavement.

I fell to my knees
while I had" danced in the dark."

I asked for "the light"

The sunlight beams warmed my back  
as I took a rest in their "park"

While I "took time" to "mend" all of my broken pieces"
I "stood tall..."
I kept in the "message" while I was at "my weakness"

I put my "pride asside" and asked for "simple peacefulness"
Even while I was rushed through this "simple task"

I "accepted what I had been guided through"
I refused to "see life" through a "watered down flask."

I "mended" my "mirrored visions"
as I did begin
I walked this  "new path to walk"
even though it felt as if  I was "still running through this process..."
"in place" to move "much more, "still, "forward."

As I took the" smiles of those who sent them to me"
in
"support..."

Now this "ship has set sail"
and you shall not see it
"set afloat ," next to such, "parked"
at this "warn out" and "out dated" "Dock."

Ambers neatly sparked....with hope's electric energies...
as I faced the "truth......"

A "snapshot of a brighter future"
as seen through a "lense" of a more "temporary"
and a much "foregiving" "future Picture's"
"Photo Booth."

One beautiful sunset

Snow sugar dusted streets and homes

Chilled winds that refresh the soul…

As one’s day starts and the alarm clock rings the start of a bet

To enjoy more than “what meets the eye.”

Inventive explorations and Creation of new mapped way-points

Mark the daring explorer as he never settles for the “lesser roll”

A gamble number landed on the tops of “life’s” challenged dice

To win a new way of life

rewriting history…

Not just for the journey man….

However, for the world…….A newer fashion added to an old passion..

A sweet and exciting mixed up “spice.”

What form of regret comes?

After a time, that was yours, for the victory

You failed to take it…..

Gaining back moments and lost time

Seemingly nonrefundable from history.

However, you gain desperation as a weight

trying to gamble your last few remaining

Hourglass chips on a hunch

Of what a moment shall win you

Sometimes losses wound an ego until such needs a crutch.

You look towards the sun

Wondering where all of your lost days have gone

You lost the game spending time planning your move

Now…it is you who must relearn life’s game

and relearn how to live each sand grain of the hourglass

and regain your Dance of Life … it’s miraculous Groove

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

I was captured by her grasp.
A cruel disease
As my stomach howled and shrunk to the emptiness
She laughed as my body got sick and less strong.
I tried to force her away.
The "disease of the mirror"
This goddess was too evil to be drawn out.
As I shrunk in size and grew weak to her calling.....
I screamed in pain, silently.
As I never thought people would understand why I was falling.
I was caught as I dropped to the floor...A broken male ragdoll.
As skinny as a puppet and unable to admit his defeat....
Those who cared for me most had picked up my remains..
Brought them in for repair.
Now this "evil temptress tries and tries" to "Over take the new me."
As I still must remain in the supportive eye of those who know how to tame her....
They make sure I never disappear into "thin" air.
As this broken Male still looks onward for a more permanent solution to his "Mealtime" dilemma....
He thanks those who cared for him, came forward, and pushed him into "Class."
Now, to honor all for their belief in me, I press onward to find the right school to add to their" class alumni...."
I thank those friends well known and strangers to "society."
As I shall stay strong with hope. As "Mrs. Anorexia" shall never get the best of this supported and stronger soul...
I shall never fall back into her grasp and shall never give in..
To be her victory as she watches me slowly die.

Go on.
Why do I go on?

Why do I try so hard to create or share my life?

With people who fail to see..

They fail to value…

What I truly feel and Weigh in…Such cold

Cuts into my soul like a knife.

Why am I faking a smile or having to be complacent

To “what I fail to want or what others force me into living my life “

As I cry, silently.

Emotions are a crime, here.

I am in displacement…

A ghost in physical form

Not a soul takes my side.

The clock owns my soul…

As I wish for death…

I am only a “property” and “possession”

A Broken pride…

I am treated like a ***** child….

“How is it that others have things at least halfway brighter?”

As when I try my hardest. No Escape.

Not even man enough to end my life.

What is my purpose or future?

If I’m just a dog to fetch the bone

Where people get laughter and shine into their own needs

Such cruelty that makes their souls, lighter?

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

Money is green
So are most government buildings.
Cold and drafty.
Built for cost and Also Shielding.
They try to shield themselves from their nuclear Holocaust.
They ordered the drops of two bombs.
What did it cost?
The ****** of a great president.
Bad vibes to another great
Leader...
Policing other countries..
Getting in the way...
This is not just about politics...
Keep with these words, today.
People hungry.
The rich overlook talent
in their "lower" rooks.
Greed is green like a seed.
However planted, it grows
into a tree
from the ground in which it is planted.
From evil is such
From good is such...
Never a crutch...
Balance this riddle...
As the Joker's Card is Drawn..
Plant your seeds...
In the greener and right Lawn.

No life wishes to grow older

Add the lessons learned to this math

Age is a wine, aged, so much sweeter and bolder.

Worth the price of a few extra spent grey aged years

We fear the end

However, we never quite understand it.

Apon the moments before we meet such of our last moments

We shall be glad on how we aged and lived our lives

Learned and earned our wisdom

Witch sowed our end to our life’s ending

Our ever-after future

A tapestry carved in wood like a knife.

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

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

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

They tell you what they expect
They dole out rules and demands
When your heart starts to grow empty
You warn them of what damage they have done
You try to keep your heart together
as they treat you like your dumb.
A piggy bank of sorts
As they become nice when pay day, for you, arrives.
You know
for at least a few days you can be treated right
Until they go back to "over-drill"
I feel like a cadet in the army
The drill Sergent expects
I deliver
I try to find my own way
The drill Sergent demands that you know that you will not make it...
Not in the war....
So you feel rage for them inside
However, your Spirit, above revenge, ceases the calls of your pride.
For years you've failed to become more than what you are
A Caterpillar wishing to become the butterfly..
Held back from the stresses of trying to escape the captivity
You sleep on eggshells just the same as you walk
As you are heckled, hard, when you try to free your pain
through creativity.
Maybe the sun ,some day, will open those controller's eyes
So, they can become more than what they are, a "Drill Master"
And see the errors of harden ways
Stop the opression
And fly with you enjoying freedom's skies.

Growing Empty
They tell you what they expect
They dole out rules and demands
When your heart starts to grow empty
You warn them of what damage they have done
You try to keep your heart together
as they treat you like your dumb.
A piggy bank of sorts
As they become nice when pay day, for you, arrives.
You know
for at least a few days you can be treated right
Until they go back to "over-drill"
I feel like a cadet in the army
The drill Sergent expects
I deliver
I try to find my own way
The drill Sergent demands that you know that you will not make it...
Not in the war....
So you feel rage for them inside
However, your Spirit, above revenge, ceases the calls of your pride.
For years you've failed to become more than what you are
A Caterpillar wishing to become the butterfly..
Held back from the stresses of trying to escape the captivity
You sleep on eggshells just the same as you walk
As you are heckled, hard, when you try to free your pain
through creativity.
Maybe the sun ,some day, will open those controller's eyes
So, they can become more than what they are, a "Drill Master"
And see the errors of harden ways
Stop the opression
And fly with you enjoying freedom's skies.

I am like "half and Half"
Dairy Creamer
Feminine and Masculine
Humorous and rough
And a tad bit dangerous.
Sometimes appearing like a "cut out" doll.
He is proud of his inner "lady"
He won't hide such
Will he have to define and refine to a label?
Never!
He creates and he sings.
Never the greatest or the worst.
That's the true and golden "bling."
He knows how to thrive
He knows when to go through the rough waters and "Dive! "
A great and inventive machine.
He is often nice.
However, cross him and he'll be quite mean.
Often swears and is often heard
speaking clean like "Mr. Clean."
Yes, that's me.
I'm half and Half.
Like coffee creamer.
Watch him now.
He'll always be..
The rough and Beautiful
Day Dream.

Alone for the holidays, nothing or no one to enjoy these days. Feeling shackled to the cage...I keep hope inside even though emptiness and long  ways. To get to a brighter future - I hold back the fear of mortality. Somethings wrong when you are spinning your wheels and have wonder of why one must spend his hours in uncertainty.
I need a more easier path for my talents to see my gift to the world light those like me. Feeling drown in silence, tearful in the loss of family , and the need to have a freer way to build strong vibrance.
If those who cared could understand this soul and it’s hunger to escape outside minimum means - I feel the insanity creep in. Swiftly.
I force my darkness back by igniting the last of my fuel.
This “doggy in his kennel” will bust out and succeed at what his will longs for - teams, kindred souls, and a lady to be my energetic lightening.
Flashes marking in light
The success I hunger for
During a long and pain filled night.

A smile is warmer than a frown

The sunshine it shares thaws frostbite

from the darker soul

the “Sad clown.”

I’d much rather carry a happy stride

than spread a diseased notion

of depressed and darkness.

It is easier to hide

It is easier to sink

Rather than push yourself back up

As you full from the edge

The brink…

The end…

When a beginning two can share.

Warm and well.

Happy and fruitful.

Actions speak louder

than any impressive shouted words.

We must prepare.

An antivirus for the dark side

A “Disease of the heart..”

which a shot of “happiness vaccine”

Can prevent such a harsh and sickly start.

I am Happy for the moment
I breathe and I am alive
I have this moment in which to make the best of
What creates a Human in Will the conditions
in which to thrive.
I am free at this moment
I am able to enjoy a sunny day
As it turns into a peaceful and is star-filled through this night.
Even though my mind can wander and be feeling the cold of another future moment's plight
I can clear my mind and relax
As such moments that are free from a fight
Free from hectic times and motions
Gives me a chance to reflect and become cheerful
of warmer and more fruitful future sights.
Even if the world should end tomorrow
or the armies of the world should start a war later this night
I can be, at this moment, myself and proud...
Free from anything, at all
from free anything that creates such sorrows.

Snow less colder days have blanketed our lands

We stay close to one another

To brave the seasons of cold

United hands

After the storm there is a calm

We relieve the pain of the blizzard

Through hearts of warmth and a reinforced hold of an-other’s palm

Working hard to earn our bread

we shall never falter

For care of one another wards away the dread

One being caught in this “depressive snow storm” shall never take us down

We are united by heart and by land

People who can never or ever have to shed tears of lonesomeness

Spirits bond forever

As we remain.

Happy like Clowns.

Haunted Fame

I’m that ghost

The spirit that you hear howling in the hallways.

I’m the Invisible Man that you sense around you

Yet you fail to share a spare moment of your days.

A mirage of a man that gets lost in Life’s Traffic

Only recognized when your social club has emptied out

You stop for a while, feel the empty and cold air

Isn’t such tragic?

I’m the invention that the public doubts will take off

With purpose in society

Like an airplane

In my years of living

Failure to connect with new souls

Since the Cats in The Cradle

with Their Silver Spoons

and you are the slow moving one

Wishing to be more like that...

Wondering what recipe that success needs in its soup

To out perform the cooks who make such a reality

and scoop out bowls for fans with their

Awards and Name’s Ladle.

I reach out
A voice projecting from the masses
You look around to see where I am
I was covered up an invisible coat
Worn by those who had lured me in
A fish on a hook drawn by the bait that was you
I held back the tears
I tried harder to stand out
for you to hear and see me
However, in the end, there was no you
I forgot the inner me that I used to so stronger see
Now my passion is recharging and so is my trust
The person I'm trying to reach has a radio that is out of order
No voices heard just static
The switch was shut off on me a unit lay to rust
The day will come when you are at the Microphone
Singing to me
For me to save you from the coldness that chills you to the bone
You will lose trust in people
You shall feel fear in places
avoiding places tied to memories
Chilled to find you will not make it to the steeple.
One fine day the one who has the heart to hear me
shall have her radio on
It shall be in top running shape as she knows how it should work
Keeps it in fine tune - she hears me
A connection binds of such I'll be found
of as the lonely nights end and we dance together
Loving each other through all days, forever.
To those who fail to keep their radios on
don't listen to this voice
Missing the blessings from me that I've been giving as gifts to you
You shall miss out on this blessing that is my heart
As my voice is my broadcast and you have known when I started.
To reach out to all in-kind faith
You have the heart to return the transmission
You have been confused on what trust truly is
what fear paralyzes the soul
and what motivation aids in the transmission
of your feelings to voice
or a hand to lift back to mine
Then our hearts will truly be intertwined.
My mission is straight and loving
There is no reason to question it there
In your heart
Let me finish this broadcast and see you reach back
My story is complete
Now, what are you going to do?
But reach out and not simply freeze and stare.

My voice was echoing over the sounds
of the people planning on where to go and who they shall be
I denied to be a cookie cutter image
of what "normal" defines from flesh's mound.
I rose up and challenged even the most sought after and respected souls
As I believe a true heart and person will never become
"the neglected."
A flash of lightening shot  from above.
Such Fill  this empty room and night
with a signal
Not to give in to the emptiness, sorrow, and feelings of being defeated.
I'm more than their "Equal"

As I've shown more strength and wisdom in my young life
So any other lucky "star" or "sought after Joe."
You can look up to me and learn
I shall rise above and steal your show.
True hearts are always the truer light
Seek such a path
To brighten up even the darkest of your frights.

Confusions in the sick heart
Cannot tell love from hate
Truth from Lies
fantasy from reality....
When did this sickness start?


Once, not too long ago, communications were clear and open
The signals were clear
The messages were legible
Then came the interruption
Of the service that provided communication's energies and
pathways to transmit such for the listener to hear.
Vital Pathways and The Connections of the signals
of two hearts which value a great communication...
Neglect of such can lead to
Broken lines that connected two souls
that needed one another
Ties were were broken.
The signals were lost
Sadness, Mistrust, Worry, and Questioning Times
Were this action's cost.

Not checking the signal
Nor the lines of which the transmitter broadcasted from one heart's broadcaster  to the receiver
always stayed in proper function
Until there was a betrayal...

Time and it's fill of other interests
Snipped the power lines
and broke the grid until the soul went into unrest.

Now, there needs to be the repair of this connection.
Signals of Messages are of great value..
As a  clear signal defines the care and importance
for another
for which you wish to share love, care, and devotion
from a once noble heart that was rightful and true.
Transmissions keeping another near even when separated
miles apart
Such can define the strength and continuation of a strong heart
and it's rich, cherished relations
with another....

To never crash down to a ruined end
from which we valued it's brightly lit start.

One more moment
Is all it takes
Eyes met eyes
And the souls fuse
such as quick drying cement.
both hearts beating as one
A beautiful rhythm
A song speaks
singing the words of our love
Together, we need not say a word.
As we feel peaceful.
As our souls take flight
LIke the White-winged Dove.

We are all humans.
As imperfect as we may be
Understanding is the foundation of care.
That some of us fail to see.
Money.
Property.
Fame.
Anger.
Emotions.
They cn make this foundation in which bonds are made
or it can ruin such a cemented in start
and to souls start to break apart?
We may not understand why we do the things in which we do.
However, friendship leads to the healing in the resume
to the building of trust.
As the foundation's frame of relationship's beams are fused.
If not completed...The rot alone and rust.
As such, can the Human heart.
So head the warnings that come into view.
When anger, envy, jealousy,anger, or emotions cloud your schematics of the building of the "relationship's" "Dwelling"
Clean the sites' plan and be the true you.
Through thick and thin. Through hard work.
Your hard work and loyalty shall reward you with such tat
is so much valuable than gold.
Such is a dwelling where you and that person's hearts live.
That scared "Building" in which time, keeping together,
never trusting within the rekms that lead weak into doubt....
Your rewards are crowds that live within this structure
Called "Heart's Inn."
Service, equal, we shall all give.

Empty inside.
Love is always late to class.
Should I toast Loneliness' triumph with the raise of my wine glass?
I could become comfortably numb.
**** inside myself and act, sitting here, motionless and dumb?
Should I admit I like her?
If admitting such will cause her to run from me and become a faint blur?
Icicles from the coldness of this patient and cold void stab my heart
Right in the middle.
Should I play the Devil for a deal for a score with my fiddle?
I act alike any one else around here who pretends.
To be content.
In my world as I am boxed in a corner ,already.
Feeling stuck without her loving hand to fail to relent..
To give in to my true kindness given to her and my love she sees to be real?
Maybe I'm not playing the right part in this picture show.
Maybe I need a new script to send a message to her heart
So, for me, she can understand how deep for her I feel.
I pretend to smile. I long for a life's road partner and companion.
Why must I fall for such a lady?
A beautiful soul and creation I see as a work of art....
Who already has her love..her champion?
I live afar..Long to be near to her.
I wish to share my life with her... who is a bright light.
Maybe I need to check my sanity and call it a night.

Fresh winds blow.
Through the tall tree tops

What a breathtaking view from this top floor.

Sounds of a roaring water fountain
The happiness of children in their laughter.

Conversations and automobiles mark a fresh and new Hour.
I feel newer and I feel younger.

The new life that's sparked an inner light and which has now inspired me.

To spread such beautiful and warm light
to those around me
who may need such.

A "Hello" to you, as you read this.
I warm you with a happier tone.

As I gaze at such beautiful scenes of fresh weather
and even the airplanes as they prepare to end their flights.

My heart beats to you and those you hold dear.
Happiness and light....This day is fresh...

Here's a picture, that I truly hold dear.
I no longer lose the sights of such "smaller moments."
I no longer see through "darker shades".

Now this is a "greater feeling." " A toast to a heart"
which I now have and do share  "music of a brighter beat.."

Enjoy each of this "Small moments.."
For there will be plenty more, of which I consider, a "Miracle" that over weighs
Out in the world... those hearts beating on the side of the wicked.

I add strength to those giving and bright ones who never need to feel alone,scared, and sad.

"Beauty..."
You have given such to this sometimes dark and scary place, "Earth."

May your light, now shine in numbers; for I have passed the torch on...

Through Your message," hope  shines unto me, now then through this pen."
Now and forever.

We light this dark world, united, again and again.

Hide in The Shade

You are a high powered energy.

Intelligence and experience taught this one

To think and react high above those testy underneath the sun

Flaming like the sun

Cool as the moon

his tides gave him strength to not only hold on and stay strong

You are a watch ticking the time until you find your way..

A new day.

Under the sun. Where you shall run,freer, than with those who are scared of a sunburn

So they stay in their “safe” and cold shades.

I shall be the one who embraces the heat and rightfully created days

of the one who once remained to the equal of their suite.

As you were afraid to be alone..

Now, to be freer, that  is  now a warm and satisfying energy

That heats this once cold body to the bones.

Holiday of Light
The holiday celebrating the miracle from a death

A spirit healing itself through his father.

Light had shone down to healing forgiveness

Even to his enemies who inflicted such harm

Upon an innocent and caring profit

Out of fear over what they didn't understand

or felt the jealousy of a brighter mind and heart becoming a source of truer loving leadership

A selfish need of attention

Their demands of forced beliefs of their own failed teachings

Clashed with Jesus’ truer teachings

Life and Growth

The hearts’ leadership that was stronger than Earth’s governors

Lead him to be crucified

Forgiveness even as he suffered to his death

He flew to the heavens

and still sought to bring

the evil ones

up with him to the promised afterlife lands.

Once a year we celebrate the tales of the dead.
An ice pick in the chest or an ax through one's head.
****** tales and make-believe are best shared with teeth rotting sugars until this horror-happy day leaves.
A chain saw to cut up another victim to prepare the night's feast
Follows a scream full of fear and the chase of a murderous beast.
We all become actors in Halloween celebration...
So dust off your spell books and conjour up some fun conversations.

I have not finished each day with a proud feeling.
Here is where I stay
Trapped Beneath a limited and worn out Ceiling
Drops of confidence fill my waking hours
For each one of these, I have a garden
such isn't fertile enough to sprout any colorful flowers
In my drab lifestyle
Where not a soul dares to roam
I try and try as hard as I might
I see no way out of being alone a missionary
Who is always searching for a place to call “Home.”

He was a man of many ideas
He brightened up even those in their darkest of times
By shining his whimsical offtimes and sometimes "outrageous ideas"
Now that he is gone, the "out" in the word describing his ideas
Now seem "in" and "new seas"
To try and sail partial paths of some of his intellectual "ideas"
To honor a "never ending" flame
By not allowing society's air blowing
To put my life's flame out.
In utter disbelief that he is now gone.
I know he is up above me and watching me.
"To see if I can make it?!" I shout
"That I can. For your honor, even more!"
I'll achieve my successes and let go of my crazy doubts.
"If you can make it this far, I shall go even further."
In your honor, my friend and spiritual brother, "to  victory and to the beyond"
"Thank you for entering my world...."
For one never sees another's true beauty until they pass.
Not this student.
All along, I have been the one who listened in class.

I see the violence in other nations on television.
I see those who live in fear and tears.
When will we be able to see one another as equal peers?
I wish I could bring some sense into those hungry for power.
Who am I but one person viewing the news that only lasts one hour?
I can bring forth this message of support
To the innocent caught between political war courts.
You matter to me and to the maker who sees you.
Never stop using your voices
Continue to fight for the right to peaceful homelands.
For hand in hand..us human beings.. Giving up is never any wiser of your choices.

Almost to wanting my end.
Swipe the blade...**** the pain.
I've been left to the cold wolves of despair so long
Wishing to live....however, wanting to jump off the mend.
I've been treated so cold so long icebergs have formed
over my tears from my heart.
If you were to see me dying.
If my heart stopped.
Would you try and bring me back?
Didn't think so. You never said a word.
Dust to dust.
What's after this living hell...I wish to die.
To see the "Happy Ever After.."
It's better to be numb than to be left to cry.
If I am so meaningless to all of you...why must I just "Exist?"
So, if I were to vanish without a trace would you miss this Face?
Nope.
Hand me my noose. To end my pain. But, Like Houdini.
I'll shall disappear with my exit.

We all bleed red
The life-giving substance
which glows from foods of strength
and beautiful sunlight upon our heads.
Details are but pages in history's and suspicion's books
which people investigate due to insecurity....
Self-pride hurt before
So good things are not expected to be of what they seem...
We need to express the feeling
instead of acting on impulses leading to cut-throat
paranoia and hostility.
Mistakes are natural..
Unless the person didn't notice his effect on the other....
unless questions are asked and emotions are shared, as they are in the heart, and not building a selfish wall.
Humans try to be who they are
unless they allow corruption and the intoxication
of Quick Snack filled power
to feed their Hunger and Frustrations..
As change does not just coin in a pocket....
they are corrections of the noticed negativity
slip of the footing of another's natural way
and redirecting them, selflessly, to the right
way to their health and stronger department.
Like a department store
We offer much for people to buy
Hard times can harm what defective items
we wish to place on discount
in the front of all
With a sale's mask
behind their protective walls..
Returns can be made..
Try and fix the item purchased at first...
Instead of filling
anger or wrong felt deductions in or of what is in their true market
of their souls..
If true, they will fix their sold products..
Work hard to keep what they have bought from others and have seen from true and clearer eyes
Instead of swimming in a circle as a lone fish  
in a habit - filled fishbowl.
Seek from the source
Need the source
Enjoy the source
Of the parts of their life's book of information that is
a big and broad park
their work with another
and feelings have shown in a true light
is a "ranger."
Don't become lost
or lose a person due to reading "outside these lines"
As humans, we form a bond through intimate research
As anger, hurt, and being tired from misunderstanding make us thirsty and can lead to dangers..
We must stop at "compromise's and Opening Listening Ear's" "Rest Stops"
To fill this dry and empty thirst in relations
Filling the dry and water draining energies
of quick separation or judgment's deeply harming weapons
Through, mutually, grabbing a drink as we find our future in this forest of care and standing as "Human,"
dosing fiery thirsts.
with a rest and slow enacted interaction
Becoming two fishes in that fishbowl in both merging life's department store chains
and swim, forever, in true and healing synergy.

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

Humans.
We are Half " animal"
also Half "Machine."
We "love"
We "lust"
We "long for"
We "yearn"
"Blindness" to "energies"
"Souls" Never "seen as Balanced"
are always heavy to the "right" of "positive"
When "jumping" to "conclusions"
Fails to "charge" the "system"
Due to "too much negative"
"Streams"
We must "cross such"
"Sometimes"
"To get to the other side."
"Fear"
"out-ways"  "Sanity"
When "greener grasses
"are doubted Profanity."

Blame adds weight upon shame
Flames of guilt burn the spirit
Words cut flesh as you hear it.....

What you should've done
Could've been
Need to say
Are required to be

Quite silly when the one who gives such advice
Is the one who needs to hear....

Stand by my side
Endure with me
Comfort me...

But least of all....
Program a person like a machine
You then  become the one who now needs this "new routine."

I admire the Cheshire Cat
When he comes to eavesdrop on the action
He pops in with a style
When he wishes to leave...
He simply disappears.
He can turn his head upside down and reverse a frown.
He can sneak, invisibly to the queen, and wear her crown.
He then can rule everyone in a once boredom ridden town.
The laughter.
The Jokes.
His head on backwards...
He has me as an admirer...
As I love this kitty kat
Who makes the days a lot brighter.

I am a hostage to this life.
No one wants a thing to be due with me unless they need a punching  bag.
No one would save me.  To them I have no worth.
So..
No matter how it is done
As I am worthless in this society
Suicide is now  the only way out for me.

I am a hostage in this life.
A punching bag for most.....
Money for some.
A lost soul.... a worthless and ***** ***
I am never respected or treated nicely
Unless something is wanted from me.
Minutes burn life acid
Weeks **** like a knife.
I screamed for those "hired" to help..
even they took a swing at me... and enjoyed a free
use of the punching bag.
Some say it is being weak or sick to want to end myself
and forever end the suffering of this life..
Hopeless, scared, and trapped...
It is the only way for me.

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