Valley of Time

Life's gravity will always flow, new place to go another sight to be seen

Looking back would we have known how to stay on track, always hard to make a rhythm from a rhyme

Will the next city be burnt like coal or rare and shiny as solid gold, moving faster to take in that new scene

What is the role of a soul if it is for sale, will it matter in the end if it is for a million dollars or a dime

Sold our soul, what was lost how high the cost, searching for a fortune will we notice if we careen

Another view can come to you, new vision can prevent a future collision, reading maps can show what mountains to climb

Blinded by science forgetting to become one with ourselves, thoughts on before or after not what is playing on our current screen

Unaware of a full view,  look behind you, peering over a shoulder gets blurry is how we walk into a hidden flurry, often easy to miss a sign

Head east journey west, north goes south, a minds compass needs regular guidance so life's trails don't take a turn into something obscene

Whichever direction life leads us when we stop the view will be across a valley of time R.C.

Languish in Anguish

New age placing mental issues on a grand stage, Anxiety levels rise as if there is a hidden prize

Not to downplay those truly astray, arm chair doctoring without proctoring is an open diagnosis

No matter what we are taken to task, when hearing answers for questions we never ask unforeseen mysteries arise

Sunshine dull, life in a lull, like a boat facing storms with a paper hull, misguided information leads to neurosis

Imagined stress now duress, self-inflicted perjury, childhood time out takes a new route, too much for a biased mind to analyze

Do we have the might to resist this minor parasite? simple anguish easy to extinguish,new weight to great when lives are out of focus

No disgrace in finding one's own pace, caught in a flurry brings unknown worry, finding unchecked wisdom can often paralyze

Introspection can show our soul for closer inspection, mind's eye left open to contemplate, change not always a bad prognosis

No one at fault as if new labels being drawn from a mystical vault, real or imagined concerns often too much if we generalize

Tainted memories can often hemorrhage left alone become extra baggage, without guidance we often become our toughest opponents

Life doesn't always need deeper reason, inner truth not always personal treason, simple songs are still fine to harmonize

Current state not always something to contemplate,  many levels of a mental issue real or imagined should not leave us to languish in anguish, happiness not forever hopeless
R.C

Strength of A Tear

Sometimes hidden even forbidden, personal diaries can be read by the drop upon the pages

Only next to air does water place number two, providing strength from the sky and from earth

Met at birth into mirth to say ahoy showing joy, from the beginning marking time in stages

Maybe at first to share pain or show fear now we ponder if tears are earned, learned, simply what we each deserve

Words speak, lyrics cut deep with tears of heaven or hell, passed from soul-to-soul conditions become contagious

Sudden outbursts arise often the calm before a storm, many powerless to hold in reserve

From cool causes or to appease losses, will the cost of Kleenex mark our ration of compassion?

Free flow felt individually can help us grow, personal outburst unusually hard to rehearse

Hard line stoics won't escape wet eyes, hardest hearts subject to compromise, maps uncharted for when it will happen

Tears speak a worldly universal language from joy to anguish, unique in how they are extinguished, but also unable to reverse

Valentines sad rhymes, playing taps rehash a memory of gramps, life can be liquid, inane to insane will open ducts to gladden or sadden is how tear drop control the universe R.C.

Bounty of a Song


Faceless hum met by a receptive ear drum, Unknown value passing through our mind


Each note gets an up vote when greeted through an open gate, gravity of sound plays on our soul

Depression lying in wait simply awaits our fate, while its enemy the song is set to rewind

Each lyric finds that edge while emotion rocks on the ledge, rhythms idle to play their role

Rhymes to affect our life from imbalance or strife, awaits to release inside emotion to which we are often blind

New vibes exploding from unknown scribes, awaiting that moment when their words will take a toll

Our own internal energy set aside taking life in stride, like a stopped clock that is waiting for us to wind

Audible sensation not received by many while some are met with elation, we anticipate our fate to know if the music has met its goal

Systems of sound linger subtle or become quite profound, each breath released taken in either dismissed or used as our guide

Maestros moment is proud when they please a crowd, while they rarely realize when the magic makes an individual whole

Each persona awaits a hidden nirvana, like pirates with bounty a composition is new notes just waiting for us to divide. R.C.

Phoenix Rising

Were those memories hidden will the dawn say they're forbidden,

Passive glow starts to tremble, in short order her warmth will win

Distance quickly comes forward will she reveal a new reward, sunbeams so fine possibly uncovering something divine

What will her brilliance display, hidden demons or new zeal? still lost or ready to begin

Light washes off my mask impossible for me, for her an easy task, will a glow uncover something kind

Her gleams in streams through waving leaves, awaiting to bring out your strongest song, improving good vibes on a level of ten

Dawn to dusk for most a must, Circadian rhythm shifting, sense of time frozen in my mind

Lost in an electrical storm is my norm,  unwound body clock numbers out of stock, blue sky to help my mind and body align again

Do we ask for this to happen, maybe mother nature's way of realigning our play, is she the great provider or our questions being denied

Mind limits are limitless, visions left open cure the strongest wanderlust, Light removes fright bringing new delight, each beam contains a hidden gem

Was a piece of my soul left in the dark ,are new rays exposing another role? Await daily discoveries with all the gold hearts unmined R.C.

UNFINISHED BOOK

Forgetful for a fortnight brings less delight, ample ideas drift from my mind into space

Building a new vision suddenly lost in a mental collision, floating away like steam from heat

Taking it all in sends a mind for a spin, building tension instead of retention, gold cup suddenly becoming last place

Tiny twisters form super cells brain breezes into swells, then suddenly off the radar like a storm in retreat

Search for knowledge vivacious or vicious dismissed in a void, Vast into vague blocked by a haze

Information a mental mind game tossed around like pre-dementia; deepest sense of wonder left incomplete

Are lost thoughts for not or just waiting to form, deja vu nothing new past events now seen as replays

Knowledge is power until it goes sour, minds receptive while unknowingly defective, new power as quickly obsolete

Always incomplete no dead end but a never-ending street, casual trail of wisdom now a rocky road with no freedom, often left walking in a maze

Letting my mind submit to the sublime casually settled into nirvana, sit and think right on the brink each thought settles softly like a rare treat

Left on the edge a book always waiting to be read, words or titles pass quickly into endless arrays

Outward bound visions on a lost mission, left silent never to expound, mental doors remain open we hold the keys, finding freedom in thought facing it to feel more than defeat R.C.

GRACIOUSLY GRATEFUL


What might life bring today that makes me pay, add another point to my karma or take two away

All in how we play the game if we go out in shame, pay proper penance while awaiting unknown fate

Practically perfect a bit of a lark, souls stripped bare easier to see what you have to share, open doors and minds are ready to play

Staying stuck in those flashbacks is robbing a soul's energy, slow the progression when there are less sums to equate

True strength in knowing how our energy is flowing, finding new reasons to keep us dancing day to day

Man's oldest question about eternity some call for hell others say serenity ,  scholars of all genres left fumbling for truth on that date

Recycled minds and emotions are part of the cycle of life, daily cleansing helps determine how much they weigh

Being amiable helps amicability grow, smiles help a journey carry more miles constantly cleansing away from the hate

Learn to fluctuate to function never blind at the junction, accepting obstacles as part of a grander foray

Life's choices offer endless voices, too often hearing our own is the last to resonate

How graciously grateful I remain is from the strength of the link added to a wisdom chain, our lifetime now a wider doorway R.C.