Surrounded by chatter meaningless voices taking on no life, not growing close enough to truly matter
That single thought is wrought from inside a busy mind ,buzzing then blinking
Revolutions revealed then quickly covered by the layers of life then quickly shatter
Tuning in to turn on catching a wave of thoughts as they turn to foam,again rethinking

Basic beginning quickly becoming whirlwinds,people &places; bumping into times
Continuing in passing, possibly collecting in small portions,randomly puddling
Opening a new window brings stronger rushes Spiraling sounds rises then declines
A slower gap looking back, a moment then forward to groping screaming notions doubling

Fright never settles ,even with jolly Conceptions begging for more attention
Building of life despite flashes of phantoms whisking into familiar forms
Calm is often felt as a negative the pace a race forming an unseen addiction
No barrier and often the weight to great for a single carrier waiting to preform

Compared to clouds ,billowing rising with heat brought down with cool rain
Downward it came, leaving even heaving it's cleanliness awash in a confused mind
Maybe thoughts controlled by gravity all the weight taking taking a lower seat with the pain
Bewildering how many mannerisms present themselves ,then wreckage offers a new page
reluctantly we open it back up to see what we may find. R.C.

my father carries his grandmother's wisdom with him
like a satchel upon his back,
like a palm print;
his own father’s teachings tug like strings
and read like a map worn but never wrong —
one that transcends.

my father knows how to live for himself
for the sake of others.
a hidden art form —
secretive to his son
who only knows how to live for others
for the sake of himself.

i could ask him how he does it,
but he tells me first that i will live and learn and hurt and grow,
and so i know, instead, that i will come to know.

my father carries me in his arms as though i am still one day old,
as though i am still taking my first few tiny gasps of air from this great big world
(the world he built for me),
as though my eyes have not yet become accustomed to the light.

my father’s arms never tire and i know why.
they are satchel and palm print,
strings and map.

i am one day old and sure that my father has lived a thousand lifetimes.
he speaks in bloodlines, holds heritage in his hands and then brings it to his head when it whispers.
like a child holding a shell to his ear, listening to the ocean.
my father knows where to find right answers.

i could ask him how he does it,
but he is already answering.

he has always been answering.

(a.m.)

FATHERS DAY
Love sure has a way of making certain things easy
Has been the simplest most fulfilling trip I've ever put myself on
Watching a ****** mind embrace Life has been contagious,reminding me to remain upright,keeping it simple but strong.
Watching her growth succeeds in reminding ME of my oath

I love the rapture, an overwhelming sensation of knowing some basic tasks that have been taught,a simple verse,an action,meaningless to the other millions of minions,will maybe stay & strengthen
stabilize,becoming a personality that can develop
a new generation. Rick "DAD"

Every story has to have a beginning , hustling and rustling & pulling weeds fit my immediate need
  Trapped in time is the only crime or a need or inward desire for just more to admire
The smell of grass & gasoline mixed with koolaid ,first cuttings free, for practice to bring me up to speed
Trials are telling of the ways future elders acknowledge your pay,still skipping and dreaming.payment not yet dire

  As visions are fed by outsiders & blind fantasy, simple samples may no longer satisfy
Wanting ,willing waiting , but a naive train still needs to be boarded carefully ,slow better than the mish mash
Finally a chance to earn instead of merely learn ,one venture handed forward but now 100 percent expected to ratify
  The saying goes, when  left to our own devices , now time to play the hand ,make our own brand with no balderdash

First question the hardest, wanting simply to know, what you really do not know ,inexperience already taking it's toll
Timing is now a benefit , straight up and willing to take on any new propositions can be seen as a strength
Not when will  you be willing, but WHEN are you willing to throw your soul into the fray ,making new knowledge is now the common goal
Bring it to me you scream ,want is over riding need ,just a first chance to cash in you plead ,just the beginning not seeing the length

Briskly we awake ,wanting to show unknown fortitude,  for new lessons being  learned  ,labors to be rewarded
Sent over there, having no idea what it may impair ,but learn as we go lessons are often left open at both ends
Managed to make a way through those first days ,facing larger obstacles can now be gains to be accorded
Now a on a pace entered into the great race,survival soon to take over,survival or succulence ,searching for the almighty dollar
and the many many way it spends..................R.C.

I'M TELLING YOU NOW
I try very hard to NOT live in a world of self pity, even when I am constantly never under standing MY END, so these words HAVE to be ,not only words,BUT A WAY OF LIFE! If I find myself asking to many questions & my body separating itself from my mind, I refine my myself with honesty & INTEGRITY ,the lyrics become my spit. Peace. R.C.

Accosted constantly by broken dreams ,spinning spiraling out of control it seems
Bright beginnings quickly quaffed while routinely enjoying your  morning Joe
Shocked to the core effective in that they won't become a bore with daily schemes
Shake it off ,fresh air, but then the radios blare, commuters absorb newsman whoa

We smile but then accept all brash,rash craziness as it is played out on our day
Angry outbursts grab for space along with parades and time honored holidays
Common community thoughts & playing quickly becoming Passe
Begging for the beginning ,fire needing to rise higher than basics & normalities

Relaxing within reality ,heinous having the heading ahead of regularity
No longer the top lists for cinemas, full time becoming fixated  on flashes of fear
Gloom,doom for noon leave us wanting an upper by supper or at least a similarity
Happy is simply half as important when redeemed with a tweet speeding in high gear

Vehemence can be be a double sided word why not the thrill with a big joy
Daily intake of faster moving "news" with pre conceived views is blindly hypnotic
While painting the world as a rainbow is off balance,showing all the ill is merely a ploy
Big world being reduced to a tweet,snap,c&p; A.P. dialogue being taken in as almost ******.
R.C.