I hear a fountain signal the afternoon.
The pouring waters fueled a rush to my soul's energies.
The smells of hot pavement and the feel of the beads of water
Hit my body in waves of waking humidity.
I felt my senses awaken, further, even though I was awake.
My eyes needed to see the sun burrowing through the billowed clouds..
The sounds of children, below my floor, made a smile appear..
Upon a face muffled with heavy burdens..
I feel lighter, still, as my heart beats with fluid and lively sincerity...
A mind once clouded by pain is now more alive and much more clear.
The smell and look of the green grasses
The city skyline and traffic moving
Started a song in my joy that I was deeply, too it, grooving.
It doesn't take much to create motion in a once stuck and motionless spirit
Burdened down by question and worry...
Now with Mother Nature's Calling...
I can go forth, through this moment, in a brighter mood
and a vision that is much more fluid with her light.
A way that was cleared of humanity's  storm's debris
And the way is much less, to my weary eyes now less burdened, much less blurry.

I awoke this morning with sick passing from my brain
Dark dreams faded to the vision of a sunny day.
My eyes stung as my lungs coughed out the insane
Moments that flashed in my rem sleep
Vultures trying to grab a dying vision..a soul…a morbid creep
They missed as my soul escapes back to the waking hours.
New breaths of a newer moment that are seeds sprouting into beautiful flowers​.
Sipping a sweet soda, I sign in relief, to the promotion of ill faded moments…a warning? Yes.
I am stronger, still. A soul strength muscled to another panic as the morning signals a fresh viewed attack.

Traffic and Flames

After I sat for hours in traffic

After enjoying half a medium sausage and cheese thin sliced pizza…

through the hot heat and the sweats I thought

How life could be much more tragic.

Nothing is never as easy as one might make it appear….

Those fake survivors disappear.

Struggles can define and educate us…

However, they do not make a life.

As sick and lonely I might become…

From these hours in waiting and lack of money

due to these bills that I am paying……

These words , creatively I write from within my mind that plays…..

They shall never stop playing.

Honesty and strength are my tools…

Not just protools.

I guide the beat with the songs of my life…the struggles from within

that sharpened my mind as such like a switchblade knife.

I might look awkward with imperfect teeth and a ***** looking face.

However, as deadly or cowardly I might appear in your eyes…

I’m the strongest soul, a roaring and raging fire, that burns

and challenges the most challenging of places.

Mothers celebrated
Mothers gave us life.
They breathed into our lungs our first cry of existence.
Showers of praise to the years of giving that she has given us.
Such is Beauty. A sweet cake cut pieces from like a knife.
We owe to her respect
We honor her and mothers who have past
Through carrying on her legacy and messages
A magic energy forever cast.
As we celebrate on this day the honor that she deserves 
All year long
Blessed are we to have her in our lives and in our hearts
A sweet love who had brought us in the world and she protected and directed us.
Cheers to her, the sweet and beautiful lady, forever celebrated in our hearts.

Add some deep and blue skies 

A dash of lonely teardrops 

And some lost souls
Mix in a little hope

And the mix becomes
healthy smiles
Out with the old

And in with the new

Removes the tarnish off the moldings

And brings forth a brand-new you
Erase the doubt

And clear the cluttered memories

These Are the recipes to a great legend 
in future sceneries

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

In the rebirth of my true self
Tragedies were in action
I heard the laughter of the reaper "death."
I denied his satisfaction to fight for my sol in pointless game.
I walked away
The sun shined.

My rebirth laid to rest the worst and most darkest part of me.
The day became my true and souls earned holiday.

Patience is tough when I still see the light at the end of this "struggle" as I cross it's bridge to victory.

Each time o stop , relax, and enjoy the company and scenery.
"Heaven can wait" are our thoughts
Sweetly enjoying my "soul holiday."

The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun.
Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one...

Who loved another
Expected nothing...gave all they had

Strength
Adoration...

The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads....

Closed minds fuse with blind rage
shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage.

As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath...

The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage
The heart beats back to life
Wounded flies from closed up cages.

Have you seen her? My mokingbird...
Us two hearts singing as one

Fused by truth
True harmonies....

Open the mind.......
Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."