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.

TRUST IN THE FOOTSTEPS

Oh friend take a stroll with me we can explore new places for free

Any time is great never too early or too late, inspiring moments constantly await

Savor sensations on first round, a second chance does not come with a guarantee

We missed those birds cackling when driving by, sauntering slower our ears feel their vivacious voices oscillate

New sights bring delights form fresh memories, pictorial passion welcoming another pastoral devotee

Wander a block or ponder a canyon unforeseen images come to light as we pass through that gate

Each ramble another gamble on our senses, grand or ghastly leaves another imprint on life's marquee

Awake we wonder but forget to wander, can't find paradise with our mind as a blank slate

Fresh air leaves us with less care, seasonal nuances invigorating like a musical jamboree

Stepping out to play no price to pay, saunter or go swiftly each step another welcome into mother nature's grand estate

Spring, summer winter or fall even through a mall, our walking along can make us more friendly

Best prescription is to be a pedestrian . doctors' orders save that pill, skip the bill, simple solution to change our mood, enlighten, elevate and feel great. R.C.

ALONE IS NOT AN ILLNESS

Born to need slowly acquire greed, curiosity brings opportunity and opens new doors

Playing along starts at baseline bringing about reasons for a rhyme, mellow tunes are easier to follow

Ways in life good or with strife taken in or seen as broken, simply living doesn't have to leave scars

Sound becomes the same in stereo or a broken radio, songs seem similar when the heart is hollow

Reaching for the sky becomes harder when always starting from the floors

A witness to our own life should not be a crime, rewrite laws don't focus on our flaws, find happiness not sorrow

Make our wrongs alright fogginess can be bright, losing can be winning if not keeping scores

Doorman have no faces their lives don't have basis, when we say hello today, we know who they are tomorrow

Enclosed doesn't mean closeted, walls never closing in when your mind is expanding,
rainbows often following storms

Solitary confinement needn't be selfless,  alone not necessarily lonesome, never an illness when Peace is our motto

Freaky to be friendless when you're friendly, face the world like an endless mirror
help heal another by spreading your warmth

Death as our final destiny doesn't mean we have to travel dark roads or cross black bridges, enjoy your time on the plaza not hidden in a grotto R.C.

BY THE DROP

Life's roadmaps blocked by bottles,  we learn to throw them behind when we hit full throttle

How we began the day becomes a direct reflection on how it ends, Liquid courage for a Saturday night fight

With a devils tongue we speak loosely of others when our own soul is what we should coddle

Dig that early grave,  flesh dissolves in alcohol,  from a park bench or jetliner low living kills outright

Living is heavy but we add more weight as it is lightened with liquid, even the strongest fortresses fall with a weak foundation

Muddled is a bartender's term not a lifestyle, with foggy vision life can never be seen as bright

Uncaring not conforming easier to follow when our eyes are hollow, blitzed behavior accepted as a savior,  predators' prey without invitation

Forever we roam as if all alone,  body and  mind now nothing more than an empty shirt

Illusion often an allusion harder to find answers when lost in delusion, what happens when we are unaware of the question

Sometimes jukeboxes ring with that black sound, empty rooms holds the smell of death, it enters our souls as we become less alert

Born with thirst it is appealing at first, slowly for a few evolving into a curse, quenched in gallons or by the drop a glass becomes a weapon R.C.

FROWN UPSIDE DOWN

What will be my reason today to make the frown obey

Never letting it appear even if it is near has always been a good plan

Wicked or wacky bring it out or come down crashing, send out my grin never pay homage to a stormy Monday

Simper expression keeps them guessing, was that a clown or a hidden bogeyman

Grinning is winning from the very beginning, taking one on the chin can become our strongest mainstay

Many a way to make it stay, don't cut back on the laughs, positive must remain stronger than negative or you will be overran

Smiley face image is now an icon better known than Washington, just a glimpse feeds us hope when we're about to go astray

Humans are meant to giggle we each have a place to tickle, sadly with growth some become fickle, wouldn't it be wondrous to take it back to where it began

Sad face out of place while a smiley is wily but more inviting when we want the others to play

Good vibes above all strife, life is about lessons, Grandma said they weren't wrinkles but laugh lines, retaining my smile makes me a better man

Dazzling eyes nice surprise, soft glare stronger than a cold glare, magic twinkle on our face should always be on full display R.C.

HEAR THE WOLVES HOWLING

Make our way from day to day but with the moonlight they always come prowling

Black cats in the shadows, seeing them in pictures or in zoos is false news, we know they are still roaming

Distant shadows on a horizon, constant reminder we can be kinder, with dusk we might be scowling

Blinded from the fog mired inside a bog much lost at great cost, now with abstinence we still hear that cold wind blowing

How often do we get lost while simply looking for ourselves, left in idle while sunny skies are clouding

Memories of matters though long resolved,  deeper issues never totally solved, playing on level fields while life is still mysteriously sloping

Background sound or boogie beat of a band can be more than some can stand, needs not always physical, true triggers can be in the carousing

If we choose to resign to those flashback blues, dormant or docile emotions often hidden to those who use, Coyotes constantly calling

So, we keep waiting while nothing changes, maybe in reality nothing needs changing, simply searching for something that isn't there, mindless madness altering

All that I am drinking is the nectar from the skies, on a real rainbow my mind now flies,Life on life's terms still has berms, demons at many doors pounding

Standing at the edge with that solemn vow I pledge, my temperance has paid in spades
left the fight to find how LIFE is about constant learning

Keeping them at bay, even when we're ready to go astray, distant moaning in time with our groaning, our new game is to hear those Wolves constantly HOWLING R.C

MESSAGES FROM THE STORMS/LIFE IN A STORM


Living life in a storm always waiting for a new forecast to find the direction we may be blown

Fancy radar to show us brilliant highlights that might include our day, swirling in it then quickly fades away

Eye of a hurricane like the center of a mind, revolving winds stir revolution in men's soul's infrequent atmosphere of peace is shown

Tempers rising taking on colors like a horizon,  fluctuating  from at ease like a breeze to a tempest going astray

Tornadoes cannot be held in cages, Rages, swells and gales from seas do not appease, lives evolve on which way the winds are blown

Building up waves of turmoil starts with a rolling splash until it is tidal possibly suicidal, our inner radar often blind resembles keeping a blizzard at bay

Holding onto to lightening gave me quite a charge, were those volts the jolt that caused my revolt, surges fed my urges, life and strife often mimicking cyclones

Pain played in scales like a barometer, pressures rising lead us to fail, floods of emotion bring further disarray

Deep defeat freezes time like sleet, flurries of failure fog our vision, mental magic often blocked by squalls

Sociopathic behavior Below average low like wind chill factor, heated hostility vaporizes minds similar to dog days, sanity relinquished to Death Valley

PTSD flashbacks or nightmares profoundly present but hidden like distant rolling thunder, moods fluctuate like floods rising or falling, changing winds, storms take on many forms,

World revolves as our lives evolve, outburst or down-burst, flash floods or emotion bring a lifetime of erosion, washing it all away to face another day happily. R.C.

ODE TO SUBMISSION
Mysterious forces play out, soft and subtle like a house cat or swift and BOLD as a legion of Roman army horses

She does not ask your permission or even follow a familiar path, subtle or bold once present all will submit to her wrath

Marking moments in time, full recall seen as some devilish crime, life's clock often taking unknown courses

Silent life shares no strife holding it in taking things on the chin, playing a part in a play but awaiting the next ****

Final road to pave before they mark the grave,  cautions wearing a veil, agony measured in scales

Take the strife as a tease or tyranny, object or deflect but observe with respect knowing this can be my terminal crash

Across sand and gravel life leaves footprints to lay down a gavel, an unknown judge on what next agony prevails

Torrential torment leaning on torture,   adventure into agony, marking moments in time drawing strength and fortune from some secret stash

Compared to a crown of thorns some find solace,  ultimate commitment, close to the edge many take a new count or find personal pledges

Many memories ooze up through our slime, full recall FELT as some devilish crime, face the heat, tuck roll then retreat,   resolution is a mental impasse

Begin apprehensive, fluctuating feelings flow into submission, master over minions or kings, capable of turning all into her wenches

Minor ache or life shattering break, a simple ail or turning Hercules frail, Dead man walking with the world gawking, Devil called pain laughs and exhales. R.C.

SATURATED IN SONG

Single symphony's sent as latest greatest samples of earths finest noises

Drops of dew to begin anew, clouds breaking as seagulls come into view

Rhythms  of rounders on rivers trickle,  arousing even the fickle, flowing emotion felt from the voices

Rain songs rein high while rain across a plain tunes take on a different hue

Screaming or singing of streams gleaming leave the ears steaming, while our mind and soul rejoices

Mysterious moisture or rivers rolling often leaves us over flowing, Rhymes of their sadness  also carry gladness to help us feel new

Whispers of wandering waves leaves our souls enslaved, distant serenades giving the voiceless choices

Babbling brooks come from song books seeping  deeply into all our nooks, Their depth carried in the minds of all but a few

Boisterous ballads refresh our palates, leaving blood pumping through hearts and veins

Dittie and Dally about the dew drop Inn is a win, choirous voices allowing us to see into the sea

Moisterous boisterous ballads refresh our palates,  waterfalls falling become the calling while always awaiting refreshing rhymes of rain across the plains. R.C

WALKING SENSIBLY

Awake my friend your connections await,  growing sensations before it is to late

Fetching memories or finding new flowing fountains of fauna and flowers

Feelings are real although with vastly different appeal,  deliberately downplayed or painfully obvious all play a part in our fate

Walking past the fences plays against the senses, forward into a forest brings us more powers

Changes started as an infant reforming in an instant,  memories building allowing each sensation to open a new gate

Morning doves sing like lost loves providing explanations on ear drums,  uplifting before the mood sours

With dawn comes light shining out fears of the night,  images traced but never fully erased

Steady drops of rain often hide unknown pain,  their movement mild to profound,ever changing impressions with their sounds

Bittersweet memories often favored,  flavored like salt from my sweat, life anew from drops of dew,  moments of moisture welcome new rhythms to be engraved

Smell of green taste of blue hearing life brings something new,  tasting in browns as we now allow or feet to explore unfamiliar grounds

Life is short, live it no time abort, walking through my senses wide open without  fences whirlwind came in sensibly shaking us,  now it can begin our unused future to be embraced.
R.C.

ANOTHER DAY IN LIFE



Another day in life riding on a fair wind not out of touch but can't really feel any sin

Once frozen but suddenly free,  thawed enough to finally make movement forward

Maybe began this one on a different note something clicked and got my vote, plenty of points for a win

Will we face her complacent or as a new race with a bright face, mental freedom as a grand reward

Set a stride bracing for an unknown ride, start in neutral slip softly into gear awaiting another way for it to begin

Lessons past seem so vast, reset time dismiss our pride, always another way for our sense of self to be restored

Yesterday draws a blank tomorrow does not hold rank,  present time is about where we can go not where we have been

Time to share some laughter find another way to cheer,  seeing unclouded sunshine will be our reward

Solving can be salvation to often to many numbers in the equation, having fun should not become a sin

So a new journey needs to start honestly coming from our heart, beginning without a map life is now an open path waiting to be explored. R.C.

TALKING TO OURSELVES

Echoes from the halls or inside the mind, bouncing sounds don't have to be unkind

Open minds meander with  thoughts left to wander,  pebbles begin in quarries

Born with a babble so we continue to ramble,  answering back if so inclined

Laughing or crying is for us to hear not for us to fear,  revealing ourselves we  take new inventories  

Endless questions lead to rebounding answers,  out loud responses not always refined

Many align it with madness others lean towards genius while we are fine with our own categories  

Ceiling and four walls have no feeling,  songs flat or unappealing,  but reading or singing out loud breathes new life to mankind

Mindless morning,  dreams are secrets inside a dream until given a voice,  speaking is releasing those memories

Boring day not the way when we can tell ourselves to play,  sound out a solution from the same old grind  R.C.

MIDDLE OF MY MIND

Many explanations for what are  personal exclamations,  sights unseen by the the ones that are keen

Tastes and smells sights or sounds, simple hints that lead to something so profound

Electric waves washing over me, mixing mental physical energy to create negative synergy

We lie in wait at a familiar gate opening to an unknown fate, minor glimpse for what is inbound

Forcing me down, swift or slow still leaving it's frown,frozen in time  yet another check in my  diary

Sampling a storm,hellacious hurricane to circling cyclone, electric waves fluctuate on a battle ground

Mystical  madness robs our gladness, strong voo doo, frothing foaming wild animal halting my stamina, taking moments of our legal sanity

Sudden stagnation of time like stopping sands through the hourglass,seeking escape while the spasms further impound

Another frightened night falling into the fold, moments ago we were so bold,  now I prepare for random phantoms to make their inquiry

Un rehearsed Dark drama silently awaiting, constricting contrast, marked moments, embedding memories that may soon pass or will I be drowned

The mystery in the middle of my mind leaves me wondering, it's appeal has a hidden zeal like a mysterious friend who may play nice or leave an injury

A witness saw my soul, blindsided into oblivion, came again  without showing it's role,  survival came again today, maybe tomorrow my resting place be found. R.C.
"Peace Takes Practice"

RIGHT IT IN A SONG


Was it wrong to write it in verse, how often does feeling good become a curse

Positive annotations bring out good vibrations switching emotions from deep inside

Marking time still stuck in slime, simple rhythms  or tones to make my mood reverse

Internal grudges needing nudges, memorable melodies forcing fonder sensations outside

Morning madness  our Peace on lease, forget the violence wishing the silence will resound

Many saying what is this all about, singing smiles carry clout teaching us to take it in stride

Seeking comfort for my soul as a role not as a sound, even with my mind and body in rebound

Silence is deafening new notes bring reckoning, broken hearts repaired, anxieties pacified

Await unknown musicians to soothe sensations, lives weight not as great when we hear it unwind

Twirling turntables send tones soft as sable ready to bring us from a quagmire of quotients ready to release us until we are ratified. R.C.

FINAL FORGIVENESS
Beginnings are so blessed they are given your own special day, little light from  candles and a tasty treat before  your thrown back in the fray

Rarely marking or counting the time in between,  a race where we just finish first and last

Drum rolls started with pots or pans and a kazoo to snare and fife with 21 gun salute, we don't decide when they will play

Elementary times have narrower views but less crimes, protection seems natural, the atlas just spins on a desk with a universe still seeming vast

Sudden surge most follow a hidden urge,  busy bees find the prettiest trees, smiling at survival day by day

Time still making marks,  meeting closer to the middle, thinking more of a future and taking lessons from our past

Caught in a landslide of lists of disease or despair,  see the light to maintain right keeping things clear to avoid the grey

Passions slow grinding gears but on we we go, terminal thoughts may grow, simple solutions meaning more, goodness measured in laughs

God and the devil passing your soul up and down,  falling to a flaming canyon or a golden zenith,  leave your notes cast the votes,  pay off the lay away no chance to replay

Each day on full display find the goodness feeling more not less, inevitable an open gate, have I shared enough smiles to flatten my karma curve, is our epitaph now consisting of those photographs and these paragraphs. R.C.

SLAVE TO SOLITUDE

Beginning a break would not seem brash,  nothing new a little cold or maybe a rash

Morning movements now less determined,  no definite line in the sand or paying you to lend a hand

Slower in our progress bordering sloven towards the process but almost obsessive to hoard that stash

Are we slipping backwards while surviving or meditating and reviving while daily unknowns slip across our land

Many mediate to decide for us to meditate, even faster bankers prevail to cut checks before landlady's  want their cash

Rank and file suddenly slowed down, nine to fivers now await to return based on supply and demand

Hustle or bustle now a desert, vacation time is a last resort not at a resort, reporters updating new things we lose in a dash

Ordering instant idleness begins repercussions,  opens many questions with unclear answers as we try to understand

Many sharing souls with similar goals,  like a leaf from a tree separated but not alone, lost in the pile, linked by our wish for this to pass

Homes harken many follow, a path to heaven or to Hades, abruptly forced to check our souls, will we maintain a foundation or be lost in the avalanche. R.C.

THE FLOW

Rowing against the flow of  tears as they wash across your heart

Hard to start,  holding back mimics fine art, concealment canceling any positive position

Life is what we crave but circles of circumstance roll like a wave, finding  balance requires new thought

Including karma in our dharma, energy drawn through synergy, preparing for that final decision

Old wisdom warns to release our finest forces to counteract negative karma we have bought

Wait to find truth like a life preserver, rescued from a typhoon to find solitude in a sandy lagoon

Push & pull propositions weight pressing for oppositions, finding truth, our new power to be untangled from a knot

My aura finds color with the aurora,transitioning on a beam of light, becoming clearer & clearer under the full moon

Corrosive forces playing out against my mind, ,gravity guides our downward destiny, while we rely on what we have been taught

Wheel of our chakra  guiding our body"s flow, seven paths aligning  in case destiny comes to soon

So stay diverse to not reverse, include Feng shui in the day, balance circadian rhythms to keep a spirit in our soul, body & heart R.C.

DREAM DEPENDENCY


Counting sheep is for the meek, wrangling for sleep an all too familiar game

Lifetime wasted investing in insomnia, daily feature often entails what was the twilight pollution

Wracking the mind for rest just to be left writhing among wrinkled sheets, high speed neurons are hard to tame

Hands of a clock separate minutes like flower petals unfolding with the sun, moments turn to hours creating a grand illusion

Visions of sawing logs left us mired in  bogs, held down by a mental weight that may surely drive us insane

Remedies run rampant, rules to hit the rack,another pill to help us chill, managing melatonin is merely a delusion

Remain serene with sleep hygiene, naps renew but make it harder for patterns to maintain

Dream sequence should be more frequent, rotating r.e.m. cycles shifting sideways  needing to find a new  revolution

Exhaustion sets in a battle of whether the body or mind will win, that magic balance harder and harder to attain

Days run together as we lay in wait,  each mind a labyrinth lost to a busy haze, slumber should be soft not uncertain, will it always be an illusion. R.C.

DANCING THE DANCE

Hearing a little song breathes beginnings into bringing us up to prance

Tapping toes to and fro while hearing sound is just the start of unlocking hidden magic in your feet

Masculine or feminine both have their ways who takes the lead often left to chance

Music matters less for the listener & more for the needed beat,get in step to make your day complete

Ring of fire to guide a buck dancers step,wisping in willows often better than pomp and circumstance

Folk unfancy while foxtrot is footloose,cutting the rug  fulfilling feelings from oh so deep

Swaying with the Samba the rest doing the rumba,satcheting the salsa takes on a hot romance

Cajun rhythms or wily waltzes ,wanting to boogie woogie will have them waiting in line like sheep

Twist and shout leave no doubt, it is not square to let the legs levitate, so pick a partner take a chance

Religious or rebellious ,cha cha in Charleston, country in Colorado beginning from a bar room or ballroom let the music lift you from your seat and into the street.R.C.

MENTAL MAGIC


Liquid thoughts often laying in wait like a lion,wanting to spring forward at a moments notice

Some may say it is a block,  constantly shifting sands can move a rock

Emotion holds keys to many doors ,feelings hidden like notes in scores to often causing us to refocus

Segmented and simplified single issues save time,many memories merely hidden by a fog

Bringing up mental mementos may also begin with pain ,finding new light can be precocious

Staying in neutral also results in a mind reversal,past passions played out   begins new dialogue

Reading chapters of an unknown novel in reverse leaves much open so any new thoughts are a bonus

Catching cliches blandly blended together,trite truisms  float freely true meanings await to embark

Synonyms as symbols now identified for my mind's eye,discoveries merge while scattered meanings take on a oneness

Poetic justice prevails ,sweet emotions unveiled ,winning my word game now leaves me as me as my mental patriarch. R.C. ​

DAILY DOSE


Simple sensations slipping across my mind gathering momentum as they come out to play

Restless reminders raking memories from hidden voids, timeless  twitching tales idly wait

Feeling the flow  coming over as it grows warmer,passion increases adding moments to the day

Unknown pathways forming trails to explore,marching on sounds towards some mystical gate

Fantastic freedoms forming  from futuristic notes,each sensation leaves more to  survey

Terrific  tones breaking into creative colors,ceiling moaning with feeling exposing itself into a new state

Bland to GRAND, monotone to mayhem, bubbles to blimps watching and listening as tomorrow blends back into today

Shape shifting, corners to curves, edges bending, squares rotating talking to the triangles  as they all begin to dance and gyrate

Notes softly lifting, voices raising through windows towards the moon,simple dances transforming into a brilliant ballet

Fluctuations feeling fine while melodies in sync approach divine,rock or blues take on new hues ,leaving lullaby's to levitate

Wonderful ways to let the mind play,harps to hallucinations,simple strings growing wings ,vocals now visual, soul taking on a new role as bellowing blooms into a bright new bouquet
R.C.

PROSPECTING FOR PERSPECTIVE

Looking out to find an invisible object ,no knowledge if it is solid liquid or gas

Sequences of life thrown up like  odd cards in a deck landing on an unlucky  number

Reaching out turned to grasping at straws, while gripping for good seems to get a pass

Blank hearing while others cry, they can not  see the screams,hidden inside boiling like thunder

Beginning to realize life is played by the numbers ,await experience while life shows her wrath

Points of view often plain, enhanced with new attitudes  ,watching as a vagrant mind goes asunder

Sweeping fields of view now narrow,open vistas viewed through a  keyhole,highways turned into winding narrow paths

Easy for the world to give assumptions for what we did not feel happen,just left scratching our heads in awe and wonder

Visions blinded so much lost to be absent minded ,abstract  thoughts quickly shuffling like so many photographs

Searching to  find what they can not see ,futures now downsized to what can be planned in a hour. R.C.

IMAGINE HER SLEEPING

Restless vagabond never seeing life past the nose on her face ,so far behind in finding her special place

What can it be that make some lose their sight , robbed of vision before ever seeing the sights

Her sleeping imagination is it placid ,soft or wrought in fire and fear, swallowing all behind it's gates

Rest never heard of her, running to hard to see what is best,walking on solid ground is an illusion when your mind is flying with the kites

Irresistible forces holding the mind back to play some meaningless games ,futures unknown, no plan for what awaits

Greatest pressures often not clear to the drifter,outside eyes always watching as she is getting more lost in the cries

Obstacles unknown now  seen through distorted vision,like a Kansas storm front building as  greater pressure pervades

Time is now the greatest test, others only seeing when you do the best,blinded to reason now living in disguise

Rules that were not seen now bear great weight ,sooner than later we will have to pay for our escapades

Thoughts now gathering warm drops falling, rolling slowly down my cheeks condensing tastes of salt ,shed for her demise

To  relive a moment, her to be good for goodness sake resting with no worries when the world only had accolades . R.C.

DRIFTING ON CLOUDS OF THE DAY

Drifting on the clouds of the day far from unknown views, peering through a blemished lens

Warming up slowly with potential wavering ,pressures building while my mind is still left unreeling

Winds pushing or pulling lost in the breeze puts my soul at ease while it's softness is helping to cleanse

Mellow to my eyes flowing through the skies ,listless feelings lifted as the mind accepts more feeling

Protected by their puffiness soothing the edge of our roughness,the vastness makes us realize our insignificance

Abstract views leave unknown news ,while we are left gazing seeking some meaning

Thoughts of the day often get in the way of letting our mind out to play ,thinking to fast may leave us in a trance

Watching an evil wind blow across the way,remain distant or maybe stay to send our lives careening

Looking outward past obstacles wanting new vision, seeking answers from an unknown distance

Again lost watching some billowy  beautiful blue bounty,  grabbing a hold of that thick air blindly

Lost in a horizon preparing for twilight , sunset colors blending,waiting to find what new mission will be revealed with the dimness. R.C.

HEART BEAT TO MY SOUL

Sitting there in that all to familiar chair ,sounds all around but not a cheer I could hear

Facing the beginning of that not new feeling ,slumping downward but frozen from reaching outward

Mind in place so far no  disgrace,settling in for the unknown to begin, slowly trickling down to an invisible lower tier

Pressures pressing, muscles stretching ,becoming faceless ,unknown to be strong or become a coward

Clenching quickly becoming entrenched warm glow resting as the mind becomes more lucid but without fear

Losing faces or places of all we held dear ,measurement and scales  off kilter ,emotions  floundered

Clouds forming spaces receding now unable to give that final greeting,simple breathing  creating it's own atmosphere

Auras completing their cycles, mindless focus going spacial ,blossoming then building will this be stronger longer than others previously encountered

Drawn deeply into the lair has again left our soul  bare ,we are left to hold our own as we drift into that thousand yard stare. R.C.

WHERE DO THE WISHES GO

Each person ponders for that moment then wonders if we just had one request

Everything sailing along perfectly then a sudden snag,didn't see that coming wasn't in the plans

Trying again means you've done, it twice if we miss there may not be a second guess

Are all those stars holding someones request, were they granted or was it still left to chance

Why wait to find out our fate ,just ask a favor before it's to late,a quick thought could insure success

Will it be an urge to splurge or an unaccomplished dream maybe left wide open for that impossible single romance

Flip of a coin,draw of a card what will decide that hidden craving,pick a preference that will best fit oneself

May the nickle not be fickle when thrown into the well,will the first thoughts will come to pass

Dreamy thoughts leave us to aspire a fast flash for that one desire,will the tale ring true or rest on a shelf

Left in limbo will the hopes happen or we will be left lingering ,a whole wide world full of wishes just waiting ,if we want it bad enough maybe one will play out on our behalf.
R.C.

SECRETS OF THE DAY

Awaking with passion slowly finding the pieces,time played out in rations

Spontaneous moments of yesterday breathing into my  fragmented  mind

Warming into those feelings slowly hoping for better dealings as thoughts now appear in captions

Holding on as it unravels ,unsure of our thoughts as they travel ,waiting to find how the new day will be designed

Bit by bit we take another bite ,often squinting as we await another fight of yesterdays and today's interactions

Coordination of Comprehension slippery at best, keeping portions while letting the rest go undefined

Alarming bells of morning often riveting, sometimes not perceived just softly floating into abstractions

That moment of grasping for clarity ,resolution often a rarity again a familiar game of the blind leading the blind

Passive or aggressive how will the next move be played ,fresh faced or images in shambles

Twilight power play took it all away, left again with just a foundation ,we will work to rebuild edges and angles becoming more flexible as our life is redesigned.R.C.

GRANDMA'S THANKSGIVING
"Over the river and thru' the woods to Grandmother's house we go."

No, we don't go to Grandma's house anymore.
As we did away back in days of yore.

But we still remember the good times we had.
The caring and love, tho' times were bad.

Grandpa saying Grace in his old German ways.
Grandma in her apron; those were the days.

It all started about nineteen-fifteen,
With it's tall White house and big red barn.

Come Thanksgiving, with no relatives near,
They gathered with neighbors to bring Holiday Cheer.

To the four-mile schoolhouse they came all together,
With families and food -- no matter the weather.

For each pioneer mother did her very best
To cook her special treats and out do the rest.

And give thanks for gardens and neighbors so near,
They brought and shared gladly their food and good cheer.

The children had practiced for weeks., come what may.
For each had a piece to  be given that day.

A song to be sung, maybe a poem read from a card, ,
While the Wheezie old ***** was pumped very hard.

When all the program was over and done,
On to Grandma's and Grandpa's for more food and fun.

A few years later instead of the farm we'd go,
To the old Rock  House -- home of Tena and Joe.

Eventually the group grew too large and so
To Potwin Community House we did go.

So today we give thanks for a legend in our time,
For Grandpa and Grandma and the memories they left behind.

And for friends and aunts, uncles and cousins,
We come altogether each year by the dozen.

to remember the past and visit a while here.
Then to say Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

- Doris G -- 1983

RENEW MY VIEW

Stuck in a passageway lots of exits but just looking forward to see the end of the tunnel

Becoming Blase' while slipping on the blinders ,how often will your call be adjusted before you fall

That man at the store told each of us a different tale,you saw a schemer while I saw another caught up in the shuffle

Simple slips of time routinely pass through our minds,which is truth or how much more is left to explore

Sight being blocked through blemished views set from patterns that were blindly askew,many thoughts to juggle

Who is to say they have partaken in the perfect perception,is what we are showing really all that is in our core

Is our goal to judge a persons  role or to let the scales remain balanced,Honest inquiry creates a puzzle

Two people reach out to assist,which one responded to help themselves,is it someone they ordinarily deplore

After the first Hallelujah is the function  to analyze or criticize ,one mans actions left  a person to grumble then another feeling humble. R.C.

BRIGHT NIGHT DARK DAY

Warming glow has helped to mellow my flow beginning a new rush as the sun is beginning to set

Wishing to escape the burning heat from the light ,finding a new fondness as the path leads to grey

What a treat as sunbeams begin to fleet ,what is hiding in the shadows ,something new I haven't discovered yet

Blocking the light leaves many places and things out of sight ,much of the mystery may be here to stay

Suffering in the heat under it's rays I may be beat ,released from the day to make my way gaining new strength with the twilight

Wait to open that gate, feeling new energy from radiance around the edges
love cast by the moon shadow

Many may ask if it's brightness you seek why search where it's bleak,but just because it's murky does make it finite

More characters & symbols need description when illuminated, outlines on edges reveal less,seeking unknown ghosts requires more bravado

What is time if we find nothing,better,  obtain the solace rather than be morose
from the dusk can come new insight

Inspiration is needed limits wanting to be exceeded,finding truth with a sunbeam glow or awaiting my hours of darkness to truly feel the flow. R.C.

LEAVING THAT LAST JOURNEY

Memories and memoirs left resting in place,imagining the energy it might take to get back in the race

Many a singer saying about hitting that road again or how waiting to long might mean we will never win

Dreams are still safe when kept captive ,misadventures on blind paths will surely upset our now stable pace

Waiting idly watching and hearing falls migrations is beautiful to behold but wanting to follow brings a whole new spin

Once had a range unlimited by even national geographic,now seeing wider openings but also limited by cyberspace

Extra exploration enveloping my mind, let the fantasy grow as it safely drifts away into an unknown entity

Needing to add just a little more to my soul,not a check on the bucket list, merely a memory or two to save face

Many mysteries left unsolved from sitting still while the earth revolved,idleness swiftly becoming an enemy

What will it be from the tips of peaks from sea to shining sea ,fuzzy maps forming
as nameless places slowly form new mazes

So will it be a hitchhikers guide lead by the stars or an armchair travelers mental expedition left meandering through the mind with telepathy .R.C.

REACHING OUT
When reaching out you soon find yourself searching farther down   or seeking that once glossy crown

Why start second guessing something that was clearly missed,waiting patiently for that puzzle train to come by again

Finding inner power often not needed until we are lower,open question can we survive any suffering alone

If needing a guiding light when the streets are not quite so bright, will we know to seek help at the helm

To often stuck never noticing the rut,harder to recognize from the inside if we're in that zone

Glass half full but floating in an open pool being drawn out by the tide ,quickly time passes almost overwhelm

Goodbye mister bluebird voices floating in the air, come again when the day is fair,your voice helping me to regain my own tone

Clouds quickly breaking, bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,will they be the quickest to condemn

So many fallen before, life moves so fast, too quickly become her *****,certain events we can no longer postpone

Clouds quickly breaking bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,most of life is gone before we know it, so much of the world that is never seen

Left alone Like a sapling bending in the wind  R.C.

MAYBE A SONG FOR YOU TODAY

Kindred spirits riding the same rail enjoying that mutual feeling in the air

Always a curious calling bringing new rhythms for us to be falling

Each day open for another way, which sounds will draw us into their lair

Skip to my Lou brings memories and rewards or maybe you'll find that old gospel was the true calling

Natural noises shake shivers from our inner timbers,shuffling your feet to that creaking door

Sample a simple sonnet or bask in ballads,giddy over a new diddy or find some new orchestral scoring

Serenades for the stars or something to echo from the smoky bars,getting us up and moving and out on that floor

No pretense for the deep passion often triggered by compositions ,awaiting a new fate ,subtly finding it enthralling

Oh Oh what is the deeper role of the song is it just to guide us along ,phrases coming in phases to show us a new door

Lost beneath the rain a sometimes violent storm of notes ,liking the linking of beats and rhythms ,settling in it becomes restoring

Open mind allowing so much new to find,pieces always adrift ,will it's warbles add to our next score. R.C.

MUMBLING,GRUMBLING ,HUMBLING

Ringing in the distance with a rush of beeps, blending into of what had the potential to be an unforgettable dream sequence

Pushing more feathers against my head,holding eyes tighter to keep an unknown day at bay

Blinks nods and winks holding back but on the brink,now is the test for our reaction to the stimulus

Broken dawn with a first yawn,open opportunities for a growl or howl but equal time for a grin today

First foot hits the floor as another clips a door ,let loose a squawk or see it all as ridiculous

Blinding light while called to muster,blinking eyes regain some luster,quickly becomes a choice to stomp or ballet

Break the silence with sounds and smells of Folgers fairies,magic warmth for a cup of cheerfulness

Real world wanting in, waiting to find your own spin,time to seek positive while holding the negative at bay

How to find balance is often a challenge if scales are tilted, finding peace in increments

New dawn fresh ideas to spawn,letting in life before it is gone,hoping that life will let me see modesty and realize tomorrow can be better than yesterday. R.C.

Think I missed part of it with HUMBLING at least,we should never have to look far to bring us down a notch . But still avoid the whining when possible:) some rough days made this easier to find the right vibe or words.  sometimes we need to pinch ourselves a little more often:) Thanks for reading Your thoughts are helpful.Rick

RIVERS MAKES ME QUIVER

Youthful mind left wandering just feeling the wetness from yards into the curbs

Ripples running curbside over toes, forming those first streams for a meandering mind

Clouds collecting power,mists collecting,forming Drop by drop rains flowing into their reserves  

High mountain lakes reflecting their passion, partitioned by beavers to make their own pond

  Broken into brooks flowing faster downward into streams,cool and clear their taste like sweet liqueurs

Beauty not confined to a torrent but gifted with greenery and wildlife ,flowers that make the forests more confident

Trickles forming into cascades downward making outpourings & overflows waterfalls forced through the fissures

Gravity needs spaces we watch as it heightens then widens,making it's way through the continent quickly becoming most prominent

Admire her beauty but reap her rewards,wet bounty to feed the fields, food for fishes ,generations receive her treasures

Canoeists,kayakers or legendary steamboat captains are fond of their flowing, boys wondering where she will go ,knowing our tears of joy will flow to the sea should be our greatest compliment. R.C.

DRINKING NEW DAWNS

Foundations forming as minds wide open are blindly accepting of challenges or change

Unestablished, not even finding middle ground, lost in between either up or down

With no guiding light loose minds quickly become lost in the dark ,scruples are still not trained

Slowly feeding the frenzy finding bright while blocking out black,washing memories before they're allowed

Rituals become normal with time, as simple as walking  new desires can be stalking but reality can not be feigned

Well laid plans systematically rundown,lost perceptions now lounging,responsibility now so easily disavowed

Reckless rambling  instead of learning to live  ,strategy's played out in days forgoing any planning while existing unconstrained

Now lost never knowing the promise that could have been ,unpaid debts to yourself  don't carry much clout

Bargaining with time is certainly not fine,life slowed down enough to see some light relax the fight and define constraint

Now with new beginnings realizing how far behind we have fallen,rising daily to find a new route

Life opening up, stalled visions now surrounded by light, a better bet when we know the odds,new views to be entertained . R.C.

ROWING WITH ONE OAR

Flush with fury ready to do it all in a hurry ,begin to roll for sights unknown

What can it be that we have yet to see,do the deeds before our perceptions change

Rules are for fools ,seeking treasure for unseen chests waiting to be filled with jewels or to embellish our crown

Futures viewed through a pin hole ,not reading long range maps ,better with the freshness  of being unconstrained

Not ready to take a position, friend and foe mingle in the same row ,remaining tight against the frown

Bruises slowly form ,broken or torn quickly becoming the norm ,yet still remain untamed

Lessons quickly adding up ,time slowing, beginning to feel stuck, That view now new, seen through a larger clearer window

Personality's shaping with naivety still showing,experience adding weight while futures remained unframed

Cast into a current With no life preserver we might quickly drown if we can not recall all that info

Unprepared to leave shore not realizing it doesn't have to be alone ,paddling in life is easier when it can be exchanged . R.C.

MANY MOONS HAVE PASSED

Many moons have passed since we've seen her last,if she ever sees the light won't she be aghast with whats goin on in life

Lost trying to find her head, moving fast to only go in reverse many seem to follow that self inflicted curse

Trying to feel special forgetting each moment is crucial , to be unique while ending up as Satan's wife

Her simple ways were a sample of how safe life can be,not bothered by the unknown or blindly protected by verse

Filled with faith slowly being swallowed by the wrath,once blessed now surrounded by vice

Lambs to wolves not knowing how swiftly in revolves ,time did not allow to protest or rehearse

Unsure of tactics, quickly blinded by others antics,starting to feel as if being laid out for sacrifice

What became of that Rainbow when part of a dream was able to flow,time doesn't offer healing in reverse

True pathways once impervious became faded,now always waiting for the good news to arrive

Now bogged in a mire forgetting to aspire,,living time passages or some other old fogies rhyme,what will it take for her to come back to earth .R.C.

KEYS UNLOCK DOORS

Waiting on a new storm  or are we wanting to take on another form

Lost on the brink just idling biding for time to make that link

SHOUTING out what was the key that was missed ,will finding it let them be reborn

Paths await, with this little debate,harder with hills ,many willing to guide us around this obelisk

Preparations made, set to travel finding a direction to unravel,will we find the light before the dawn

Locksmiths maybe becoming the new messiahs ,need a pick to find that nitch

Going out also means reaching in ,focus on an entryway to open a hatch, hopefully letting us find a new zone

Certain questions don't always wait patiently, seeking solace while turning handles to resolve that itch

Skeletons in a closet still have a door and require a skeleton key to uncover ,
opening new entrances to not be alone

Passageways with more gates locked but never permanently blocked,a golden ring holds keys to be used based on our needs ,new admissions to help enrich R.C.

Always a new door for us but will we know which one or will it open up just another home or room that is worse?
Thank you for reading,your thoughts are appreciated. Rick

STROLLING OUT OF TUNE

When the wind blows round it swirls and sweeps memories of what was once there, thoughts of an old song take longer and longer to repair

Began toe tapping almost adding in the clapping but would rather arise maybe explore to find a new prize

Stuck in a cerebral gap this tune may take a map,keeping digging in try to place that gorgeous groove

Set off out the door to not be a bore, soon found myself pacing in time to some hidden rhyme ,waiting for it to arise

Birds and buses beginning to chirp and hum adding their part, as I try to pick up more clues

Taking it in stride feeling this may be a long stroll,that unknown elegy will be a nice surprise

Rambling again, smooth echoes entering my mind hopefully helping to harmonize my next muse

Making the next strut to remove muzak from that rut, picking it up a key or two will surely bring brightness to my eyes

Lost lyrics lingering ,slowly letting go of that *******,  guitar maybe a banjo or dobro waiting with a new lick to diffuse

Back to the trail humming along listening to the sky's to drop that song,so will this shuffle bring a new ruffle or just be for the exercise

Again set to travel as the sonnets unravel,  hoping that bebop will be part of the hop desiring the dancing, breaking into upbeat prancing finally finding that new melody will be the best news. R..C.

****** IN PUDDLES

Waking up to the west wind blowing in again ,same direction another day,begin just to be lost in the fray

Seemed we were just shivering, now shudder to feel the pain shining as it's heat tempers all souls

Dawn again ,new light should bring strength but  now exposes pain,emotions left open for all to survey

Many mentors once stood tall ,time and again we watched them fall,are they replaced or we take over those roles

What remained hidden in the night ,left alone afraid to fight,can the next visions bring something good our way

New mail nothing to regale ,just a bustle of bills to add to the ills ,the weight is great as it grows

Everyone or everything walking on or bouncing off of me has left deep bruises,victim or naivete

Will life still matter if I don't know my own fate,but internally I am not left with hate it just brings us to new lows

****** in puddles just to watch the ripple is this what it has all come down too,  pushing upward,outward to keep from decay

Were we meant to play on main street or stand out of the way  ,maybe always knowing we would end up in the alleyways

So are we left howling at the moon just to hide from noon,does it all remain hidden or will it meet us halfway . R.C.

VIBRATIONS AND TIME

Passing something on is how we are often lead to believe or that is the way it is

Unfancy answers from many with questions of their own, seeking the same as they have grown

Toil or trouble constantly ticking ,progressing building momentum simply sending us farther into some scale

Earths rotations keep it in scale she guides her servants on the trail,the parts we miss will they ever be known

Fidgety ,floundering restless in our own space,why?,we were not in a race,endless quest to not go off the rail

STOP, what happened ? did we miss it ,oops again a  test failed,mind restoration in another twilight zone

Taking in  rhythms, testing that edge,interior pleas wanting to be free,passing through another cycle hoping to not fail

Vibrations of my body feeds from the pulse of the earth,daily we await which direction our fate will be blown

Our fears often too complicated ,forgetting it is only ruled in spinning cycles being played out everyday

Accepting myself as I am ,creating an ambience not hatched by another,moments made into memories each one added to life's palette and growing like seeds that are sown. R.C.

TRAPDOORS IN OUR LIFE

Casually as we stroll to find a new view on that knoll, if the vision is blocked we won't see all the potholes

Was it truly the intention to reach a holy grail, is not achieving it a sign we may be frail

Many steps to take through overgrown fields with hidden paths,is about finding stepping stone not the pitfalls

Fun and frolic necessary parts of the play,often casually we develop habits covering our minds like a black veil

Freedom was much easier without the knowledge of blind spots, how the breezes easily turn into windstorms

How often have we overcome what could have been a block but when simply taken in stride we prevail

Peering out over perpetual pastures with unknown ditches and glitches ,beauty or beast to greet us as we crisscross

Unheard disclaimers were given for protection brushed aside nothing to break our stride blind to being frail

Once again to face a day never considering a loss, just a need to play,often staying in motion comes with a higher cost

Knowledge of others ahead keeps us from our bed,playing on our own path to find new  pleasure,unknown fears would make us stale

Will we take lessons from past discretion's or become feeble as we fall
remain strong because this life testing can only be lived not taught. R.C.

PRIVACY FROM OURSELVES

Sitting,settled in a bit to deeply ,somber not yet weeping ,surrounded by an unknown sensation

Wind on the screen,buzzing of a flies wings and a flicker of light is all that breaks the moment from being perfectly serene  

Outside may freely look in anytime daily updates not a crime,keyboard spies  a new devotion

Water cooler,coffee shop or bus stop chatter now becoming a bigger matter,idle talk now part of an unseen machine

My own mind racing against itself often more than enough with the extra clutter,can relaxation be found without submitting to the erosion

Others always YELLING, telling, pointing me in their  direction,a mess of a guess for sights unseen

How much is full or if the meter says to take a lull ,often more going overhead or sideways our own thoughts become frozen

Solidarity suspended privacy upended ,forward moving motions more and more becoming lost in a dream

Placid even peaceful with an ordinary life not bothered by the parameters ,focusing inward can hopefully bring true devotion

Time ran by did I forget  myself ,is so why? trying to stay separate or segregated from a soul,growing uninsulated ,meeting an end will the integrity be see. R.C.

LEAVE ME MY SMILE

Over time many have told me  a different way,their visions of a new day seemed to have gone astray

All the while resting in the back of mind were just basic  thoughts of how to be kind

Simplest things can bring us to task ,bliss is last, now  forcing our happiness to go away

Bringing back a grin often brings on more pain, well worth the toll when it is found

Ceaseless game of bad or good trying to force us to  take sides,will we give in today

Fresh faced within flowing morning air,breathing inward,stopped short,gloom suddenly formed as a cloud

People paying more attention to whiners than winners making it easier and more acceptable when we go astray

Questions preside if those with a constant sneer have lost all their cheer,leaving some to wonder what it is all about

Some must try harder each day finding new strength to play ,while others don't bother never seeming to slip into the grey

Which will it be often a constant plea, many inline to fix it for a fee,finding our own balance  carries the most clout

Easy smile when as light as a child ,more weight adding more scowls to our fate ,knowing happiness brings beauty will I now be slower to become evils prey. R.C.