FEELS SO GOOD

Feels so good to feel so fine the depth of the internal cavern can not be seen

Nothing can please me more than to know the true score of the path I have laid & where it leads

Unfettered emotion flowing, even the blinks bring a smirk ,the blackest night serene & clean

Glowing so great ,running about why must we wait, beauty among the flowers without noticing the weeds

Oh all the ways we have played, think about it, would we have rather stayed now that we know the view was so pristine

Held back so many times I now have the utmost urge to splurge,Jumping to the forefront  not just our immediate needs

Past performance be ****** ,shut that gate take my eyes off my lingering fate
merely a moment's notice to let'em roll on number thirteen

Those frisky feelings might corrupt the dealings ,but a simple price to pay
if wanting collect to on life's receipts

Break out a favorite band maybe a party at hand! colored lights & carousels
Jumping UP holds a lot of clout when it is with the energy of a teen

Juke joints or sock hops ,keggers or peace party's or Monster Mosh takes some grit
simply a faster way to absorb life's treats

So Sunshine or rain won't let my smile wain to pass it on,shake their hands so they get a grip whispering to let it rip as we're heading off to sights unseen

WHO OWES WHO  ,LIFE LEDGER

People always barking about another path to change our ways ,how we will be for ever grateful in our future days

Forcing from silence previous happenings or innocent back slappings,slipping back to something never viewed as bad

Self recollections once seen as fine now only felt with disdain, or a new view of how we may have strayed

Smiling once held in the highest regard now slipping into half a frown ,possibly by a simple sentence from some cad

Wealth with wisdom ,daily dealings acknowledged with glee ,simple patterns, way of life not requiring much of a barricade

Never noticed until another decided we must pry open life's ledger,slowly taking away a smile ,falling into a blind trap

Born into contentment,unknowing,we have to learn resentment ,why have we waited all this time to be afraid?

Another's point of view often drawing on speculation can become our new prelude
our previous Peace now becoming flat

So should our inner resolution be tended to & mended on with only ourselves as the judge,the balance of the soul laid upon our own scale to be weighed.R.C.

CLENCHING THE CRUTCH

  Naturally in need we gather together never losing a desire for a shoulder as we grow older

Babbling babes needing moms but also giving as much as they acquire

Separate but coming together as one ,even early games requiring more than one card holder

"Lean on me" or me on thee,singles to doubles makes it easier to pick up the rubble or put out the fire

Alone or lonely the singular verbiage can be cured with some care a simple share ,a little warmth when it's colder

Merely a prop to help if we drop ,how deep seated the need how much of the others soul does another require

Becoming one, a necessary achievement, is it possible to gain this without a buoy as life adds another folder

Working alone sensible for some ,better when another will listen to our groan or give us someone to admire

Two to tango or more to Fandango ,better than dancing alone ,together more fun  than being a loner

Non typical hired help they would do the job for free ,so enjoy a helping hand a striking conversation ,is easier to make each other smile:) R.C.

EMOTIONAL CONFETTI
Fluctuating feelings,endless raindrops flowing freely in our minds beginning with weeping...
Simple expressions smirking, smiling never beguiling picking up perceived perceptions...
Gradually graduating, waiting to be defined curiosity as a helper.
Adding to a emotional list,simple samples to leave us smiling, storing fledgling perceptions.
Growth of anonymous senses without pretenses layering in levels loosely stacked.
Unknown actions can create new consciousness clear paths rapidly become another titillation,unfocused, acquiring new knowledge of our senses.

Fables or cut & dried on a table, reminders of danger, more learning is required, to be careful, actions have reactions.
Middle aged resilience leans towards laziness , simple lessons idly waiting, rising or raging hormones...
Maybe now reverting back to to an open minded teenage mess.
Stop,think, forward with learned caution ,processing procedures or fall into flagrant mating.
The lessons learned thrown aside, spontaneity instead of logic, not reasoning for future distress.

Friendly, finicky, joyful, jovial, anxious, regressing, positive, become life shaping a personality.
Lessons falling from skies ,bubbling from underneath, like it or not always along the pathway
Absorbing through language, actions, maybe lineal, inherited...then sharpened to become more an internal part of our individuality.
In stages - never really understanding the gauges - a deeper spirit ,developing whit clamoring, climbing up a bit.
Finding feelings, new intensities, finding with more fervour, progressing with new sentimentality...

Fluctuating with a daily play, goodness with glee, sadness with wrath, passion with affection...
Sensibility - gifted through experiences - leading to instinct, forming, acquiring apathy.
Flowing like chad, ribbons of color, grandiose glitter - as if from an exploding pinata. A distraction or attraction...

Do we learn to love or live to love?
Left with only what we've lived...
The feeling; our only collection. R.C.

COLLECTIONS

Oh the endless possibilities,all that is or will become within our sight to be touched  smelt or  felt

Personal memorabilia builds into more than recollections ,from buds to blossoming into full blown obsessions  

Numismatic  fancy word for adding another to the ***,dates or weights all pitching towards the wealth

Postcards from yonder,seashells to make us wonder,each time feeling more & more obliged to add another to our possessions

Many admire a rhyme another note always gets their vote ,passion play often the only way, sounds helping their health

Never hear of a person acquiring empty shelves,books will fill any nook ,stacked vertical or leaned horizontal,their words have answered many questions

Rag doll & a race car now turned to bunches of Barbies spinning Hot Wheels
their true beauty just another notch in the belt

Ticking of clocks always keeping time ,some require mere cases, meager to monstrous taking on entire museums

Sending a simple letter has now gone postal,finding that rare picture will make their hearts melt

Garbles of marbles across from mismatched matchbooks,their  appeal is real
as we add more pieces

Bats & ***** gathering dust,minor leaguers gained no fame ,now  junk transformed to memorabilia their distinction now unparalleled  

Avon calling the scent once a common present,not so old bottles now treated like divas

Knick or nack another's brick brack  maybe a future adorers prize
our simple junk adds some *****,past brought to present at a glance
those many baubles just waiting to be shared. R.C.