Writing the way
To the sunlight
of another day.
The weather might ****
Or the bills pile up
and I'm **** out of luck....
I just pick up a pen
and escape these "Joys" of another "way"
To escape to my own created literary world...
As I write the way to another day.

There was a sound
In the night
It was my passionate heart beating.
Restless and irritable...
I started to act out in artistic rhythms...
Communicating my disdain and  unhappiness
I changed such feelings to light
and fought the inevitable
The forces of strength were warmth and truth
a strong spirit
regenerating itself back to its former youth.
I stood up and wrote and played through the night.
I reached out to others
and helped ease the dark forces that blurred their innocence in sight
The Karma was bright as it returned to me..
Not wishing for a reward I smiled at the fruits of my labor
to aid this fine world
As I turned the pages of the future pages of History's Book
as my words changed the outcome which we had thought
could never be stopped from being unveiled.
It was freedom of spirit and speech
A beautiful weapon in which we all possess
I fought with such a brutal weapon towards darkness
as it was a beautiful cloaked dagger in which
upon darkness
I had it upon such used to wail.

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.

I'm ******* out rainbows
Isn't everybody aware?
I'm sick of crying tears.
I giggle in happy insanity
Because all these colors I'm making make even hell glow
With happiness
Even the devil is swinging on the dance floor with me
So enjoy my show
as my pants fall down
I'm ******* out rainbows
as I'm sick of dropping with a frown
I'm the new clown
In town
I rock the way to happier times as I change rusty and despairing subjects
A giggle from the loon
in the quiet
shall start a chain of giggles in the city
all of us sharing
this magical moment
we take a dump to relieve ourselves of this sadness ****
I'll tell you something
I feel lighter than air
As I leave a trail of colors
Out of my *******
I'm ******* out true happiness from the end of dark madness
I'm glowing from the relief of heavy burdens of sadness
as I am the new life that was always inside of me...
We are all sisters and brothers...
Let us join in
Pants down
We are much bolder than all those stiff others
Just a great show
Because, now, we are all ******* out rainbows.

I walked through a rainy day
Looking for a rainbow.
During an epic week that never seemed to have the sunshine.
I found some Wonka Bars in a store display.
I ran in for a few bars and never won a thing.
However, keeping my mind on the prize kept my distraction from the storms.
Then, as the sun peered out
Just when  I had lost interest in the sweepstakes...
I had gotten lost in the flavor
I found, in that last bar, the "Golden Ticket..."
As the sun started to shine and I felt my heartbeat
of the gratefulness of a sweet and silly moment...
I won the jackpot...
A prize of happiness
A moment of victory which I shall, forever, savor.

Love's arrow struck my body.
Not for a simple one person lover...
However, for the people who have crossed my path.
A kiss to my supporters  
Who think of me and send me the best of wishes....
You are my everything... the energy
which charges me
Energies that help my happiness recover.
Strength to become stronger
As I send back such gifts and regift those deserving
who never left my side.
Even though you are not physically or visually here
My psychic mind hears your calls
I respond to you and send warmth your way
energies to you to strengthen your stride.
Now Cupid might set his sets to help me win the heart of
a deserving lady..which I'd love to meet
However, those who stand tall in my army of friends
are the ones he hit me with the arrow of love with
That I shall always be connected with, in deep thought of,
until all of our Eternal ends.

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?

Snap,Crackle, and Pop!



Lifting a spoonful of nutrition out of my cereal bowl

I swallow a moment’s fuel

To rush through a moment

Due to situation’s Blows.

The horn sounds the time when you must prepare

to run this “rat race”

or lose the prizes as you are left behind

due to taking a turtle’s pace.

Everyone is competing to finish above everyone else

in this world of life to the success of passing the finish line.

In life’s race

Life follows the clock which measures moments and breaths of life

just as quick

as the “snap ,crackle, and pop!”

To which your milk doused corn cereal sounds

Start again with each bite full which  you spoon

Fuel for just one quick moment

until in life

Our breaths shall stop.

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