Do we use the glossary when searching the back pages of our lives  follow the indexes when something perplexes
Motions making sounds ,representing actions & reactions ,lessons forming curiosity ,constantly seeking answers
Surrounding ourselves with sounds ,breaking into syllables ,basics as a beginning then hopefully turning us into detectives
Now lessons become narratives not always with a heart moving title ,but open feelings harder to bridle, days forming chapters

As new breaths begin in a nursery, mysteries are awaiting within the walls & halls ,nooks & books of  depositories
From embryo to a first cleansing ,protection is constant ,warmth of blankets envelop similar to bindings encasing the fruits comprised on papyrus.
Opening the world through the first window ,light ,sky, flowing forms taken in with a healthy grin,integral parts of out future stories
The main doors as a cover  ,silence is golden while the words are screaming ,what is first? a daily rag ,twirling of the mighty globe?
facts or fiction now lay  fractured

Fondly absorbing phonics ,tasting the clicks or ticks & annunciations  still samples for future refining
Labeled as language or merely absorbed as sound forming ,trying to become an individual expression
Flashcards as roots into an inner corridor, signals separated with commas dots or dashes ,awaiting future defining
Roads or paths laid out like aisles, alphabetized such as street names shelves as floors of buildings ,books as unopened doors to a new lesson

A long life search no longer monotonous as a Dewey decimal offered ,but click or a flick ,automated corrections leaving many clueless
Even building faith often based within bindings ,factors of fame or items for blame made best by those who clearly see the text
Holidays as often as book of the month ,b.m.i. becomes t.m.i. , forever offering lessons in hindsight ,many offerings to amuse
A mind akin to a vault taking in all offerings  by default ,endless it seems for storage capacity ,Librarians or doctors can off a new zest.R.C.

The seduction of our Salivary  glands began with masses of often overlapping flavors
  Tingling  leap start ,wide eyed but also an abrupt whoa,terrible to terrific
Oblivious ,willing to try ,why not ,blending in the beginning  learning tastes as translators
Breathing in and licking the lips ,wiggling and giggling ,is it? is it? OH the dog.

   Sensory sensations occurring regardless of our inhibitions or wants or needs ,occurring around ,mild or profound
   Youthfully gullible , playing a new game ,scents & smells starting to form deeper wells
  Blush with a rush ,warming into oranges the pinks more profound when arising into the reds ,leaping circling around
Begging for release from the beginning ,but unknown excitement rising edges ,wider wedges ,calmer pastels

Flexing ,fluctuating far out feelings ,far flung excitement all gathered into one instant nervous burst
Staying back,trying to adjust ,mildness is objected to when the rest of the time is only described with bright adjectives
Then we laugh because we have it hidden ,but never quite knowing the blur still an unknown abyss,but always first
Open minded children begin the journey into finding nameless noises,shadowy flavors or tastes moving,directing like detectives


   Burning RED, drops of BLUE, Icy WHITE, now fixed in the mind ,time lost in odors ,blinking color palates poised
  Wanton wisps centered onto extreme extracts ,visualized often sensationalized into auditory overload
Simple as it has begun ,left with nowhere to run, taking it in stride it can never be put aside ,permanence never destroyed
Excreted excitement now being assessed is a far flung idea ,unless you live it, Raising and rising into an endless plateau .R.C.

It may come in on a mild warm wind ,if your listening for a message I want to send
  Will you receive the happy & meager smile or be brought into a view of pain
a mind can play endless tricks of passion or glory,playing equal part when given consent
Living to perfection or appeasing hearts not our own,leaves an open gap without ever seeing a gain.

  Life as a  message or is it just for us,we go about the day,wonder on our way
  A simple grain or profound & prolific,was it meant to be something or just to pass time
Starts with a breath a sudden flush & rush of life giving blood,it all begins an a clock that gets to stop whenever it sees fit
  Making a way, some very restless others always stay,others stand by & only kneel & pray
A simple manner or a special appeal ,playing simple or with with great zeal
forever continuing in a wondrous path laughing under the covers never feeling anyone's wrath


  Do we send a message now as we live & interact to make us easier to recognize in another's memory
  Write it all down in a hidden diary ,showing one side to the world but another in the mirror
Will the flash back in their mind be real,bland or beige or possibly  complimentary
One day to thousands then the presence builds , lasting past or just a blink & an error? Rick

When  shaded by the flowers isn't there still a bright side up above ,lost underneath ,life within brief glints of light leaving you alone
Can the beauty be so big it creates a dark shadow that leaves many blind ,from which side will the new light shine
Awash in Grandeur sometimes all that glitters is not gold ,old references often make no sense until after the charm has come and the harm has been done .breaking out is better, going froward setting out to roam
Edges are boundless journeys with little reward,  needing a life's compass to show a position not left wandering like a wild vine.

  Taking parts of a whole to become one will eventually leave a lot lacking ,making  us look for an unknown key
Evolving from lower levels from a core to an outer  crust ,beginning lives needing conditioning  before being crushed under falling leaves
Mellow moisture in shade being part of loam ,composting can be seen as introducing new levels of life, new wholeness from algae
A core obliviously internal, rising to  higher elevations, lava now seen as blood from a heart to the mind and eyes and skin something missing it still has needs .

Poets scream of life,love or savagery lurking ,unseen but felt as an emotional twitch, wishing to lessen the night bringing another level in sight
Lost in a labyrinth  ,under elevations whose peaks have reached a phase giving them an extra edge not yet allowed to silhouettes
Rain through roots to strengthen stems for wide leaves ,soft fronds ,petals for power drinking in the warmth of the Sun, the search goes on to fulfill our own plight.
Adding essence with a new gusto is now needed, bringing and breathing carbon dioxide  to eject oxygen, lives now casting new nets

A brazen bet to climb up or push out, letting layers of energy begin life's Genesis,  completion through true synthesis
A true cycle seeking completion gaining strength not to be cut short by anthers unworthy  anonymous  sickle
Not a plight but further strength for the flight ,from intake, finally feelings brought only by boldness  beautifully delicious
Now glowing richness enhanced with color,passion florets to fancy fruits ,paying deep dividends all met through  evolution
Harnessed with a simple collar the greatest restitution  ,now utilized with living respiration,  from a drop to a trickle .  R.C.

Affecting inner senses partial to pleasant ,seeking new ways to change  the now neutral palette
Separating  perceptions with even greater lucidity ,unknown to many while delving deeply into others
Fractional feelings while faint help to form strong bonds, temperatures  rising ,possibly burning only to stimulate
Bases are building blocks, solid but receptive to adding on for further employing frameworks forming futures

Acclimation is leading to a  degradation ,instead of frolicking in the flexibility of our  changing taste
Manners and motions becoming redundant , left feeling flippant and unfocused ,never noticing a cause or effect
simple mannerisms becoming so pale , worlds revolving while we get stale ,losing the appreciation in the haste
Basic known as bland ,begging for release to uplift and simply please ,waiting with something new to detect

Attractions don't have to be delusions ,needing to mix our sensations in order to define further conclusions
Variety is the spice of life, but often we block or stand blind, never allowing life to simply function or flow
Becoming connoisseurs or simply following recipes of others ,making adjustments ,trying to be not caught in illusions
Minor matters require sprinkles,simply a subtle hint ,long stewing or tougher cuts more & deeper flavor for a better show

Lifes plot becoming a larger *** ,attracting scents ,sights,temperatures, bounty is ever present if we take the time to realize
Do they say he was savoring the sodium when referring to the "Old salt" is she a jalapeno? while a seductress
Favored reactions gradually being based on past actions ,flavored so with sentiments, or helping hands of others we that may idealize
Pleasures as piquant ,good taste is not without savour , making the way from tasteless, new life's vitality can be brought by a waitress :) R.C.

Sure are great when in dash for time ,never looking at tomorrow only now & what can be mine
Figuring a normal 8hour shift wasn't enough to solve my rift,she won't understand but I wasn't explaining it anyway
Barely knowing each other by more than first names just a smile to last awhile warming up to cool down will be fine
Nothing fancy, is the only palace with the blinking lights outside ,just wanting 4 walls for privacy & a place to play.

Finding those familiar feelings ,but now a possibility of a new claim to stake if so what is the point you want to make
Some never settle leaving that unknown sentiment to simmer on the back burner waiting on a more recent recipe
Maybe going unnoticed then suddenly that wisp of hair raises with a smell or a smile or patterns of playing ,tempting us to take
Almost subconscious as an unaware soul with only one role, reaching out ,connecting, passion as a quick play,simple ecstasy

Philandering is a term for couples while singles are left with a wide open book, the Marriage should have been the hook
  Some fancy friends with a means to their ends  while others seem to stay  content with a snuggle and a hug
Passing people should be known as a natural motion, not trying to always connect with some deep emotion like a common Rook
We enjoy our pleasure but control is not something we are born into ,having to be able to settle into grace not falling for a new crush

Embracing as habit  a hard broken addiction ,while others are always wishing your feelings flow free
Sitting back and watching or never really noticing were never in the way they play, constant fondness for the others is more their way
Some hide and pretend to abide, while others just go full blown with the charm ,never realizing it wasn't about others just their own need
Amazing the game often seen with no shame until it is played on them , placing the next step becomes more precarious when they are not sure where they can safely stay ............R.C.

All to be felt ,tasted smelled or seen  ,taken in and stored quickly to take it's place under masses of memories
Re-adjustment  of many functions laid in line as extinct ,not learned more a necessary tool of survival
Our demeanor becomes the great filter ,sifting,sorting  samples of events ,thoughts still only known as accessories
Face value is not always as it seems ,how quick it is noticed before being discarded ,to remain placid or become frightful

Like so many rhymes before tailored for time ,beginning,hindsight's,foresight. taking middle ground rarely completing revolutions
Blinks ,winks bring fragmented views into a colossus, if unexplored will the lack of knowledge ever show it's weight
Often actions simply laid out in fractions ,the view distorted or to many actions for proper reactions,just blind delusions
Strength of memory as viewed through opaque lenses although not recognized is only a partial view of what should penetrate

An original vision when  observed with conditions or reactions involving pain becomes stunted
Blinding future reality blocking a once open mind becomes a normal path unless shown a new  guidance
Others obvious truths often find  paths of least resistance unable to accumulate all the facts leaving thoughts corrupted
Full exposure  is truth, showing faces as proof ,as taken in when fragmented  blindly robbing our memories like pirates

Now if shown the whole pie uncut , no easy pieces left divided to hand out servings on smaller plates
Will a whole flavor become  bigger parts of an unknown missing memory ,placing all the pieces in order
Reflections as a part of building ,bonding with ourselves ,but if cemented like bricks maybe truly sealing our fates
Finally figuring out which are truths or what is fantasy ,will become like a shattered cloud ,a puzzle to make us stronger . R.C.