The good thing and the bad thing about reading is it personal and optional. R.C.

Begins while still babbling, fluffing their feathers but showing them how to open a door
Cradling while still wobbling , cleansing refreshing their moving forward is now an obsession
Needs met  in stages, all corners being cut on wages ,personal provisions not as important as before
Finding new futures being seen and needed by others while the maternal grip holds back progression


Swaddling & coddling felt as primal instincts now making it even harder to break the link
Many words spoken of time passing so fast after the fact we are now left aghast
Spoons to forks to  even knives, sippys to slurpees &slipper; slides ,but now on the brink
Crawling on floors to climbing the walls,bringing one up while both become more grownup
soon passages mementos & chronicles are just another generation that has passed

Building a healthy home life while learning from strife ,daily  rituals helping to meet the masses
Transparency of childhood taking on newer levels ,more corners thinking & revealing more opaque
Vibrant with many variables is addicting for all those involved while trying to avoid the view through rose colored glasses
One coming of age while others just age gracefully ,while also hoping life will cut a clean break

Fledgling to   finally  flying ,fashioning fortunes while falling and occasionally fumbling
Brought along with bumps & bruises  mingling with blinks & blushes ,crushes while also caressing
Weights of the world now wait but maybe leaving elders holding the gate,flying to fast leaves them stumbling
Fondness strengthened to unbreakable loyalty no others rising to this level of royalty
the preparation for the separation now comes as a mixed blessing.:) R.C.

Always two sides as a way to  feed your head  , entering in one ear staying in the middle
  No resolution without dissolution ,still  a  fragmented fantasy ,if we don't leave a  firm foundation
The inward argument not meager when seen as eager,staying the course with remorse but still following a riddle
Passion in lesser portions ,staged so that they don't over come fortunes, sought always with underlying tones, forgiveness as a ration

Many ways  of sealing the past ,power through prayer ,forgiveness asked but never quite retrieved
Methods making matters even larger than first realized ,now forcing our souls to visualize  what really did happen ?
More  events before or after but always recognizing that life's episode, making our way, taking in all messages received
Blindly bent ,facing forward but with a flinch, inwardly solemn ,always guilt ,about to be spilled,almost a confession

As bright as the twilight our minds love to receive ,pure thoughts ,playing upon personal emotions
Brought in happily, welcomed with fondness finding feelings as friends, sparking ,forming fabulous futures
Farming fortunes ,seedlings arising into new lessons , greeted as needed , blossoming into fresh positive potions
Broad bounty blessing our minds ,accumulating, present even in our absence ,resting,nesting as it matures

Yes the positive can bring coveted notions, rising up and over, from fledgling to building  solid forged bridges
Built to last ,often so rigid that a mind can hide a bite of trivia that once  left many aghast
Pressure pointing outward often rising upward , unsettled problems going from the lower  valleys to the higher ridges
Behold we can break out forcing memories to evolve , resolutions or solutions ,never letting life's memories leaving us  feeling harassed.R.C.

Shattered verse flying blindly around what began as simple souls playing & plying out new roles
  Tethered tenors belting blame,while separate sopranos stand ready for even more ridicules
Ordinarily tepid  ,tactful & tasteful  this pair now parlays quips as they rake each other onto the coals
Possibly losing a link for rational ways to think ,madness rests on the brink ,corruption now rules

Belching Baritone  rumbles as altos rising falling like anvils upon heated mates ,neither wanting to lose.
While appeasement would be mutually appealing  virility hastens neutrality and is for quitters
Third parties agree aghast at how fast names have been abused in haste not seeing each others views
Greatly escalated no longer simmering ,impassioned people lay stake foundations developing fissures.

One with a wallet another with a purse,contents within  seems a ready reason for bellowing this curse
Once famous friends now seeing a need ,drawing an invisible line just to better present their own case of the lesser crime
Bold bass blindly blames with rambling range while tethered alto's allegations are relayed in strong verse
Operating like an opera, primo uomo over riding Prima Donna  their rage on a stage with a familiar rhyme.

Knowing personal need must be set aside with certain speed has become part of their new pitch
Understanding what has become wrong with that old song will take the new seat with themselves as the predominant audience
Future meetings must become legit greetings ,no groaning but growing ,the weight of the new scales making them rich
Scaled back from punk,slash hate metal to soothing richness of religious chants ,beautiful duets their new guidance .R.C.

Can dying be like turning off the radio?   tuning in for channels  from left to right ,extracting something sullen from a switch or a dial
blurbs of breaths interrupted like commercials getting their paid minutes of madness included in your daily drain
Staying in static staving off the mostly erratic ,we listen & hear but never draw near brushing it away as  trifle
Many many options, but who is making the rules of when it should stop  or what will be the proper words to explain


many never consider moving the numbers ,call signs always waiting to catch us in our prime times
Breathing outward to us, capturing capsules of our minds ,received but not welcomed another number another day
Between the hissing maybe vocal, for many never thought of more than local , moving on ,humming, simply trying to make rhymes
Making an action  from voices echoing from autos,hallways, has become so integrated that thought never develops it is  just Passe


The power from those towers can be far reaching flailing out three hundred sixty degree waves of blind finesse
Like sirens from a sonnet we take in the vibrations filling us flawlessly ,often over riding all previous notions
Now a newer unknown way of reception with nerves and neurons regulating the actions of a soul that will regress
Upbeat harmonies similar to patterns of a heart beat,  sent out through receivers ,be it stereo or EKG & EEG
Brought in felt is rising ,falls, patterns of charts or felt as soft art, quick decisions now bring new emotions

Transfixed on some beacons belching out mindless material between static ,shaky even erratic or even magic
Simple samples of voices taking notes as we turn the dial ,Passover or stay put depending on the vibe
Once released how far can the true transmissions travel,ever really lost or just passing into the abyss without ever being tragic
So A.M. or F.M. begun with tuning in ,just blending ,taken as common background expressions , becoming to accustomed with pleasantries
or patterns until the sudden LOUD rush of blind blaring induces a reaction to maybe an ending to the program that we have long been subscribed .....R.C.