Treasonable paths paved with plight facing future fences- narrowness of paths opening to broader horizons
Friction with fiction, truth rhyming with smooth  combating compassion's, commencing after coercion
Past pressures progressing ,pleading often prying being blocked from extrusion for fears of final conclusions
Patterns and plans working in structure as opposed to random ramblings ,unfocused fantasy's to easily grateful

Sellout for solitude for repentance of past crimes ,sailing into a future but with a black memory
Self preservation comes easily for many with no reservation ,compelled to escape at any cost
Playing the cards ,forced to draw, causing tension individually then re-dealing while being  wary
While shadowy is not part of morality sedition is not  bound as tight as religion when salvation is to be wrought .

If to be believed  bellowing or begrudging blasphemies light the fires in mortals minds
Crossing oceans  carrying burdens to present a truth, presenting caution while it is explained
Taking time for knowledge to reside ,building strengths without weakness,watching as it unwinds
Rumbling grievances resemble rebellion ,rivals embattled, entrenched as it becomes ingrained
Towing with resistance brings strength easing the path to subversion into withered minds

Virtuous vibes reaching out like a grail to be seen as a jewel of an unseen crown
Protection at all cost ,gangs of guards looking away becomes perfect timing for those seceding
Standing final ground becoming like a personal ALAMO  ,just a need for their voice to resound
Inner principles form bastions offering new life for a soul in strife changing directions from receding . R.C.

An elevated risk they say ,we make our way ,gangling on about the day
Prepare for your destiny,we think we can see forward ,glimpse that illusion
A fluid thought that passes seemingly unimportant ,dismiss it as trivia
The Verve could never be neutral ,why just wait when you could play

A broad expanse of motions & memories slipping,slept,forgotten,lost
Holding tight ,forcing the feeling ,an unfamiliar blight making it right
The willing host is subject to change ,unaware but unashamed,a necessary cost
A perception is peeking out but remains hidden ,mysterious as to the fright

Others may perceive a deadly day ,breaking the barriers bring on the prayer
Others struggle in tenacious turmoil,never realizing the obvious strain
Do we reveal it all or always partially conceal ,keeping quiet ,take a favor show a layer
An anonymous internal decision becomes the main focus ,a deadly game with the brain

Paying my own penance , have seen others give in say good riddance
Becoming your own model ,your own vision is now the best guide
Not so obvious ,the strength is emotional,draining ,bring it on ,beauty in the brilliance
A maddening plot is subsequently wrought ,then abated, Being aware that the paths are gated.
Abrasive or smooth ,don't debate or negate but simply take in stride . R.C.

I wonder when  to just say NO MORE? I am blessed  not in a lot pain but the madness of just being almost having to be afraid of YOURSELF,TORMENT of the twisting is my state,do I look into purgatory or a shiny golden gate,a simple wince is not enough to convince, but the massive weight seems to ensure my fate,a restless stir or a blinding blur when will the end be near,do I await in harmony or regress in fear,minding my manners & a jovial laugh have carried me far, I await. Rick

THE EDGE
  To explain seems senseless, but was able to "feel" the sounds the senses so ENHANCED that the waves became focused confusion.
  The edge is an odd place ? a date,time SURE, will say goodbye and check in no sweat and lol at "IT" But the unknown is my demon now ?
  losing time in lg. blocks is something we joke with UNTIL it happens.Is like having a stroke but then recovering 100's of times.
  "IT" pushing me is why I may be acting diff. "IT" is close lol no sweat ,BUT when ? Rick

From the LIVING SIDE OF DEATH! So narrow minded that seeing  the world through the eye of a needle,self worth is now measured in micro-grams & by gauges ,our shame & no one to blame,simple conclusion or final convulsion,LIFE not STRIFE. Peace. R.C. 

Passivity may have a purpose, morality appears on a much nicer note when the apparition is a lamb
Can we truly understand a game if we have not read all the rules , playing yet conforming for comfort
Floundering in fluff ,subtle hues and warm pastels, making the grade an easy ride no worries of an ending slam
Warm in the splendor of  essentials ,as elements not needing to compound ,basics will continue to work

Sizes of strides manageable when applied to simple life rules ,daily stresses easily kept at bay
Weights and measures  building bigger on a balanced bar ,keeping measures, stacking always strengthening
Gradual raising of our  fundamental needs, each phase useful as a brick, but still remaining semi blinded with more hands to play
Increasing influences of life's portions , can attribute much to an inward soul,  flexing forward while also integrating

Levels of life ,raising from a base, not seeking but continuing to accept and fashion personalities  ,forging  a future
Blindly building, while change brings greater range from people places and things ,finding  contentment  or fantasy
As the stages turn the pages will we retreat and hide or advance leaving more to chance, taking it in as we mature
Forming as well as following ,blind or biased by words realty of others talking of boxes or cages or chips off an old block
  as it is playing out ,expressions seeping externally  leaving the luxury of the perceived canopy

Finally starting to face so many facts as laid out in others thoughts ,guidance worldly wisdom taken as out guide
Externally ,Unknowingly, progress plodding forward paved in morality ,blindly blocking truth
Basic deeds may not be revealing our true needs ,shadowing around the corners ,testing for things untried
Abstract as a new way is a hard card to play when always playing by the books ,leaving the soul to become a stronger sleuth .R.C.

Writing is useful,but does it come out as maniacal or insane,is hard to express a simple thought without showing the depths it was wrought. a gain is my own, almost selfish rarely ever shown. when all the cards are on the table it is hard to be a magician.
The play with words & sounds become increasingly centered, a hope for focus, a wish to not be led astray ,to far away from the conscious edge while still seeking an epiphany .
That transition is easier to live as a lifestyle,rather than holding back ,better to know the truth than to hide from the present ,how many sit with it or are afraid or find it vile.
A corruption of thoughts & feelings or convoluted dreams can be dealt with stoically or possibly handled & fondled serving as a gift to the mind & soul that are willing to own them. R.C.