What if I had music coming from my tears would the speed they flowed increase my fears

Breaking out of the ritual & routine, what is to become, is yet to be seen

Some only know the ringing while others receive future symphonies into their ears

Is it going out or is it coming in ,receiving is pleasure while formation is pain

Tapping toes,passing time, routine melody's running around my mind melancholy muses hidden for years

A living link brought out in rhyme ,emotions are not a crime ones loss is anothers gain

whether the verse began as terse or left us enthralled,a vibe is delving into our souls

No language as a barrier when the music is the carrier,harmony as a role leaves little to explain

Simple vibrations outward gyrations making their way through our mind,inward bliss becoming one of our goals

Possibly imitating nature ,woodwinds finding their way back to the forest,birds

beckoning with their beaks new ,notes nice language for our brain

Sampling simplicity with a mellow tone,then all encompassing sounds making their rounds ,bringing beauty into our homes

Chants to chorus, raps to rhythms doling out the dirges that eventually encompass our souls. R.C.

Simple symbols start with fingers ,acknowledging that O for O.K.


Standing on flat ground we are still revolving ,spinning ,spinning around



Always coming to a point,a new sign to align ,even when hidden by smoke


Trains of thought, traveling tracks or trails to elsewhere always  with no bounds


Throwing spears,hurling javelins,cursors for the mystery they invoke


Ways to go ,directions to follow ,up down ,singing out with the sounds


Mimes mimicking leave us spellbound,trains crossing ,always outbound not to revoke



Round eyes noting rings encompassing other planets ,far away with all it endows


Going out ,coming in, enter,or exit following as a guide .always a way to simply take a walk


Path for a task, forward or reverse or four way to parallel or perfection  in neat rows


Taken in stride unknowingly we abide ,even ideas follow in line,off center we balk


Beacon as a guide,taken to heart our claim to fame is how we follow the aim

see the arrow with a mind that is not narrow and maybe realize the way it flows

R.C.

looking out yonder,never really seeing to far, did you know there was  one more

It is no wonder, simply forgetting your own self worth is all part of the matter

Carefully watching the steps of others,not for guidance  but possibly something new to explore

Becoming suspicious of our own character,rechecking boundary's seems to come faster

Preponderance of potions poured in our lap forming a barrier guarding us from what we were before

Seeking some fantasy, not blind but still limited ,will we ever become our own master

Forgiveness a fantasy just for a good nights rest? grasping blindly for parts of the past to restore

Hazy horizons,scattered views change like the news,adjusting by thinking faster

Personal health now the most honest wealth, looking out ,not for what may have been before

Simple wisdom from a compass,pointing to truth,acceptance your guide no longer needing a handler   R.C.

Normal names ,mediocre games many awaiting the evening to be untamed

Tantalized by trickery to be teased with the expectation of tasty treats

Carousing kiddies can't wait to click their heels but to stay away from home

Tall top hats tilted with final facials gilded ,laughing or trembling just for the sweets

Dedication by many overlooking a link with religion ,cut loose with no chaperone

Frightful or often funny ,individually punny ,some just trying to give others the creeps

Dancing damsels are distressed, Knights to guard them while monsters just groan

Freaks frolicking standing aside while the princesses make their leaps

Graveside now nice for a time,freaks from the shadows both smile & moan

All invited to the grand ball,party to remember for peeps & those that are tall

Uncage the animals,make up for others,imaginations rule, no excuse to sit like a stone

One night to recall came to play in fall,beautiful or bewildered came together to enthrall . R.C.

HOWS YOUR FAITH


Taught respect by looking up, futures laid in a masters plan


Guarded from ghouls separated from fools guidance is seen as grand


Gargantuan in size who are we to surmise  what future is laid for common man


External pressures abound ,weight is great but with a simple nod all is at our command


What role is the soul ,largely untested, internally hidden is it our helping hand


Often anointed at birth, all encompassing with it's girth, fully giving to the demand


Some left open to pick & choose seeking a calling with no ruse,will there be a reprimand


Daily guidance is simple bliss fairness when things are amiss,forming foundations to make a stand


Reliance taken in stride ,unknown entities trusted for infinity follow along or be ******


Purest trust found in ourselves is a special bond once found is never lost,giving strength that was never planned


Which path to avoid the wrath ,begging for which answer do we choose ,held back or given a free hand


True blood lost at what cost,globes largest divisions killing with the fastest decisions why must it be so grand? R.C.

laying on the field while some sit on the sidelines with no cheerleaders

Visions of the future are bright, while the past is carelessly left unexplained

Progression needing to remain twofold of regression ,always growing thicker exteriors

Hearing not yet fearing, true feelings unknown to what is endearing ,but still unstained

The true curse is if we reverse ,but seeking fun for the future ,not learning from superiors

Budding minds gather together like birds of a feather ,fledgling flock not restrained

Push,push,rush,rush yet come out flush ,Past is past no time to examine interiors

Lessons not always laid out nicely,wisdom slipping in with memories now stained

Bravely pushing out ready for the new route ,plans unmade beds unmade
Sometimes we only call on past knowledge to rest our own fears. R.C.

Bloated bellies hide the unknown beginnings of a brand new life

Presented as a present, wrapped in swaddling clothes ,picture perfect

Babes easy to love always handled with a soft glove ,constantly guarded from all strife

Together talking & toddling ,tasting testing ,all adult actions  still focused to protect

Cuteness & cuddling carry great weight ,interior motives are the bond of life

Midterm becomes more tumultuous ,stepping aside as they become their own architect

Testing time  ,taking it all in ,safety aside ,scaring onlookers,now is a time to thrive

Good or Bad the bonds begin either side wanting to win ,not applying strongest intellect

Building bonds adding strengths ,forming feelings ,daily facing the world with a new drive

Looking on while they love life, like no other time before or after ,hoping their vision is correct

Their rising is becoming our falling ,energies played out possibly  not to revive . R.C.

Forgiveness from our past may become one of our prospects for peace

Comfort in the night ,an easy place to rest ,a simple wish for the best

Preponderance of pressures playing poker,seeking the pain to decrease

Following a flow into the stream to calmly row ,making life happen,to not regress

Moments of movement become gaps ,greater gasps from breaths,time on a lease

Dream of destiny ,daily strife not always fiddle & fife ,but not focusing on just defects

Presenting an outside remaining obscure inside, can't always see the forest for the trees

Up bringing sometimes equates into bringing down, all that planning is still what the moment reflects .

Eventually is now a place that can be seen in today's light,moving is easier when we have paid our fees

Retirement plan is merely  a scam if we can not learn our daily smile:) Pay the dues merely a muse ,guarantees on our final days are paid out like bad bets. R.C.

A beginning,the gasp faster than a breath,an opening moment,repetitious happening
  non monumental,blockage of space .moment within a moment .
   Neurological click not some shtick ,the present AS A  present ,to be rethought ,again & again often deep from within.                                                                                                                     The taste,the color,the smell, not just the sight spinning like an auto slideshow
the WA,WA & stinging, even the uneven ringing ,grounded ,a repeat of the past
with no gap ,a quick flux ,then a rush ,embodies a simple thought,
a smile or a fright ,very real,no illusion ,to explain seems a delusion
but reality frozen in a moment ,stuck on a memory ,then it is past
revolving again ,no pain,back on the level plane,then a bump,the glitch
that spins it all ,so fast it is frozen yet again. Rick

Bruises and excuses

Can you hide it from yourself is the trick.

Beat all the way to he!! feeling only railroads need tracks, ABRUPTLY again life interrupting ,re-enter passion without the strife.

Goodness or greatness rolling about with a perverted smile it will settle in but will take awhile.

Shadows now partaking in play a splash of excitement mellowing into casual contentment ,strumming up new feelings without a drummer or a fife.

Inhibitions now few, set aside of a mind left temporarily askew,mellow with age like a good brew, not yet honest hidden feeling meant to beguile.

Again forced to rise not allowed a compromise ,taking a stand must be done horizontally,another morning in a passion play of life.

Simpler while being ignored ,facing up better than racing away ,it must entail taking on a new style .

Simply wishing for new days & different ways can not be enough so passionate we now play
rather than take on all the strife. R.C.

Loose congregation of words ,mixed syllables,sounds ascending to  an annunciation made upon announcement
Clashing conundrums of verbs accented with adjectives  ,while crashing and dashing looking for a place to stay
Confections with conflictions searching for reasons to become more easily resounded
Papier-mâché used as the blind box  waiting to reveal its hidden appeal ,will we use sticks for new words fray.


Teachers use their rulers to help crack the skin or  layer of drooling uninterested information gatherers
  Finding synonyms is easier with a hungrier  fool  ,yet opposites distract if paying pledges to the papers
Finding the unknown fabulous riches still hiding inside is best without the blindfold ,hearing proper direction is what matters
Cracking the outer code ,scattering packages of messages is titillating especially if involved  as crossword players

Clarification containers from Macmillan help refine an ongoing array of writing gone astray
Pulling new or familiar sounds to another level ,hollow waiting to filled with tasty sweets
True copy that has been pasted,not wasted gathered into changing shapes in a new way
Can make our day, just right for many to explore the contents, blindly poking formulating new treats

Thesaurus as a party tool could it be  taking on the shape of a walrus
Antonyms with  many wrappings ,nuggets or nougats of wisdom
Wordy party favors masked new flavors seeking to be savored ,hidden like walnuts
Players programmed with reading ritual learn to approach life with new optimism.
R.C.

Fresh thoughts from a foaming mind  almost surreal bordering on blind

Reaching for responses ,pureness withheld, wanting a glimmer of brightness

Receiving information isn't always perceiving it,  or often reminiscing to find

Stalling,stationary but stalwart while stumbling for a shimmer,sudden guidance

No mask for  a seemingly simple task ,a potion from a magic flask responding in kind

Eye for an I ,my tail for a tale ,all for an explosion of expression breaking out of silence

New view is now passe ,looking around for a  sound ,now into a corner of a real bind

Rivers turning to trickles,forcing from unstable streams ,wishing to again flow from hydrants

Black turning to bright light ,Webster screaming ,relaxed and beaming,finally another design

No longer profound ready for a new round write it ,don't fight it finding new alignments.
R.C.

My body forces me to sit,I talk a little less,I try to think of tomorrow NOT what I coulda,woulda,shoulda done.

Even when restless I remain focused,maybe today possibly tomorrow,always getting it right ,no slouch never a doubt,possibilities are endless when always moving forward.

Brighter lights need more energy the fuel is often from the soul, concentrations of calculations often leave me lacking, the simpler rhythms an easier goal,there can be no detection show no rejection. IT'S FOR THE CHILD.    R.C.

My souls sanity stays in balance only because of my understanding of how my past & my present are in a fine balance together.

Never to let them meet ,they must remain discreet

But not naive to think they both don't play a role
The clearing of our minds is useful but the present is part of the past
  Age is the dominant factor but it gains the strength from previous delusions

  Many scream WHEN WILL IT END never recalling where it began
  If we want to stay, part of the price we must pay
  Is to live in harmony with our ourselves,not stuck but knowing we never ran
  We will be led astray is a natural fact, it is behind but also part of today.R.C.

whether rich & famous or poor & down trodden that final wailing howl always sounds the same!
The pain is so deep not even the grim reaper can creep into that bleeding broken soul!
We hustle our pennies our nickel & dimes, often so tired it seems almost a crime!
To remain upright stable & strong, encouraged by our belief that we will be never be lame or driven insane!

A flip of the coin & a quick roll of the dice,a glance so fast we never think twice!
We never know they never know us ,who asks you if it was worth it or if you had a nice day!
Is our existence is only meant for us ,or to gain the wisdom to teach them to play nice!
The measurement of man is taken at many levels, the judgment is constant but who knows the right way!

Do I accept the fact that it always on my windowsill,but enjoy it still a few feet from the front door!
Those who make conclusions never understanding their delusions,do know a true meaning do our souls need cleaning!
I remain the aggressor the pursuit can become obsessive,we need a real reason to keep us from the floor!
Who is it that remains elevated to a higher place or that tumbles from grace,is there really a final final intervening!

As quick as today as fast as tomorrow maybe even now,will the hours be everlasting or quick & to the point!
Our lives are a giant passion play we always think we we'll make it to the final golden end!
Is more like the beauty rainbows or butterflies why does it always bring thoughts of being dressed in black!
The peace a harmony of my moments before me,we should make it worthwhile not worry about when we'll be anointed! R.C.

Resolutions floating freely in revolutions,swiftly passing awaiting to grasp.

Fixing without fixating,able to hope to be stable is enough to lay on the table .

Same situation with a similar picture then why do we feel the play needs to be recast ?

Sitting in the chair catching a familiar glare,another day of staring at the old maple.

Finished with reassessments, why make so many changes  if they really won't last?

Fresh surveillance  finds unfinished fun, another race to run, more ways to be playful.

Held back when once so strong, needing to make right the wrong from a stained past.

Spatial mind not yet blind ,reassessing constantly not comfortable with becoming glacial

Crack from the door same illumination on the floor ,begging how quick will it be dashed?

Stepping out never knew it could be hard, wanting to follow a new path not to be fatal

Faded observations through mesh of screen fledgling emotion now seen not to be mashed

Needing new perspectives ,gaining power  & insights with my new view  no longer askew , will try to remain grateful.R.C.

What is left to say if simply transcribing another's  antidotes

Will not knowing an idiom from a metaphor automatically make me an idiot?

Left to our own devices now will be up to the reader who surmises  or denotes

Will particles of paraphrases become our own, simply a contest to find the wittiest?

Alliteration in our communication stresses our sounds like more bass from out throats

Faced with future facsimiles will we ponder to produce our own or leave us inexperienced

Seemingly sly salutations setting by the wayside wishing to be brought forward for their own votes

Smooth as a baby's **** some configurations combine to make them the silkiest

Sometimes simple silly slogans become our deepest thought leaving little to decode

Tricky trusty truisms tantalize while beige boring subtitles often stand the test

Reaching for fruit that will fall anyway,does it become easier to the take the lesser road

Reading and receiving often one sided or deceiving, playing differently when put into
writing it will now be left to the reader to decode. R.C.

As I melt into the music forming  a pool all that is left is drool

Arising again with a stronger force of steam lifted  into clouds like a dream

Leaving the sky, roaring of thunder enclosing all that is under, sounds become the rule

Fledgling thought caught from a key soon to enlighten me fulfilling a new scheme

Forming a new opus around us ,enlightened ,fresh, brightened in an emotional duel

Moving mindset,new vote from an enchanting note gaining strength our new theme

Not lying under a chorus of remorse ,opening windows, incoming harmonies now our fuel

Melodies rising, raising awareness ,mingling in our minds,arias adding spirit to our team

Sonnets singing of a new beginning ,refrains make new gains, simple sounds becoming a crown jewel

Broken pictures forming fixtures ,piece by piece they play harmoniously we lean

GLORIOUS,GRANDIOSE stronger language for the new passions no longer coming in rations

a jingle now a manuscript,life is now a symphony,melodies have created another renewal.
R.C.

Many  times we are left wondering  with a repetitious answer of whats next.

To much time now the get up & go has just remained still or had vertigo .

Needing to make new memory's yet hesitant, feet firmly planted while a sun sets in the west

Left in isolation or to make a new familiarization   finding a new place to grow

Toughness of youth waning while wisdom is gaining  considering taking a new test.

Familiar creeks calling or possible new bounty finding another row to ***

Meeting in the middle sometimes seen as a crisis ,maybe needing to recall how we are blessed

Making plans so late can we endure finding an untried state,fresh corners  for the wind to blow

More cautious of a crash beginning anew no time for recovery or a good rest .

Still a bit like fishing ,dark waters ,blind bottoms worth risking,playing a hand of tarot


Will winding it all down become harder than the bringing it  up, leaving us all
empty after the passion we have had to invest. R.C.

Flowing away  as a twitch, movements made not more than a flinch ,taken as an an annoyance like swatting a fly
Gradually graduating, motions moving unknown reasons not part of the season
Unknown master of the larger apparatus making things happen ,no motive why
Larger jolts coming out like horrendous volts, rising & falling as fast, almost left beaten

Reversal of energy seems to flow at thrice the pace as coming in
Powerful in a hidden spirit like a ghost always in the closet
Readjusting not always possible ,snatching away my grin
Greatest days , beginning new plays so quickly flushed with a new protest

Tiring of new apologies, making excuses for a mindless fantasy
Taken wrong can internally erode leaving the mind to corrode
Delving to deep, looking in while an unknown demon controls our sanity
Stability becomes a fantasy  like an ongoing drama awaiting the next episode

Predomination can not become complete in a strong personality
Not becoming an overbearing passion play ,inner strength the goal
Allowing ourselves time to play has to remain part of the day keeping the veracity
Almost as a gamble but maintaining  the glass 1/2 full is now the constant role. R.C.

So many silly songs about dreaming and leaving floating away into the night.

Making those others wanderings real time replacements of our own is now the task at hand.

Maybe not wanting a futuristic fantasy ,just seeking real time rest and not some real time fright

Daily preferences often end up as night time references ,settling into cracks even when we don't understand.

Simply sleeping  should not be a test,a weight so great it alone decides our fate new visions should remain in sight.

Limitless boundaries to explore why fade back when it can be blown forward,would seem the watchtower is undermanned.

Preparation while honorable is futile,stability's of a daytime mind not to be recognized in kind with an  unknown plight.

Domicile demeanor as fictitious play ,laying back into slumber but steadily the fires are being fanned .

Wincing while also adjusting as stability becomes convincing ,maybe the light is still to bright.

Moments added into hours ,the busy brain just devours burning calories in a mind as many memories are rammed.

Cycling from the first light, almost welcoming the daytime, any weakness hidden like a parasite.

Inner hostility playing pranks &  breaking ranks although placid when resting is the command .

Blind inner ambitions, bask behind barriers breaking out cleverly overnight.

Appeasement is uneasy ,living with a phantom is easier than trying to control
a demon ,much like a subliminal confidante. R.C.

Certain pieces, particles, possessions  even though detained we never fully retain

Grit on our soles is not the same as whit in our souls

Our own breath is only used once recycled then passed on to help others maintain

Did that sneeze help to create a breeze? new breath taking on new  roles

Did someone really count all the sands as they passed through the hourglass

Flecks,flakes minor when alone accumulated they stand marking time as a bell tolls

Individual sweat & tears, evaporating, hoarding into clouds marking a future forecast

Body temperatures while stable  together adding to global warming and what it embroils

Energy's of our mind as single are almost blind, gathered  create power hard to grasp

Simple soul alone held back, Numbers bring FORCE gaining breadth as it deploys

Throat like a moat holding voices need releasing maybe to be used by birds whose calls  are stashed

Did sound originate from the ground or an inner core, belting out, ringing home bringing joys

First sights as bright lights black & white pixels into hues forming rainbows & their secrets they have cached

Smell as singular seems impossible neutral formed to fresh, roses to death & all that it employs

Taking on a new day maybe more feeling for what we share ,sensing with new sensibility's
R.C.

Certain pieces, particles, possessions  even though detained we never fully retain.

Grit on our soles is not the same as whit in our souls.

Our own breath is only used once, recycled then passed on to help others maintain.

Did that sneeze help to create a breeze? new breath taking on new  roles.

Did someone really count all the sands as they passed through the hourglass?

Flecks,flakes minor when alone accumulated they stand marking time as a bell tolls.

Individual sweat & tears, evaporating, hoarding into clouds marking a future forecast.

Body temperatures while stable  together adding to global warming and what it embroils.

Energy's of our mind as single are almost blind, gathered  creating power even harder  to grasp.

Simple soul alone, held back, numbers bring FORCE gaining breadth as it deploys.

Throat like a moat holding voices need releasing maybe to be used by birds whose calls  are stashed.

Did sound originate from the ground or an inner core, belting out, ringing home bringing joys.

First sights as bright lights black & white pixels into hues forming rainbows & their secrets they have cached.

Smell as singular seems impossible, neutral formed to fresh, roses to death & all that it employs.

Taking on a new day maybe more feeling for what we share ,sensing with new sensibility's
R.C.

Kool-Aid and hotdogs as our standard fair ,no shoes same shirt close cropped hair.

No more sitting in order or lunch on a bell, switch dropping pencils to using crayons for a spell.

Crossing guard gone, now an old couple on the porch, they don't yell mostly just stare.

Soon flies as busy as the girls & boys,not idle but  running wild, spring  rain ,inside Hell.

Greening grass yellow dandelions, bothered by bugs brushing it all off without little care.

Awaiting the nearest pool or a wash in a river ,lake or pond, Lifeguards sitting on a citadel.

Burning red replacing winters white peeling skin but still a grin not understanding despair.

Patriotic dues merely a muse , really want the fire crackers & smoke to wish America well.

Fishing & wishing ,frogs at night catch our sight ,lanterns create patterns with the stories we share.

Birthdays & Sundays keeping us clean Long enough to recall when we return to alphabetical personnel.

New clothes & now shoes no longer we muse ,Dad always taking us for the last summer cruise. :) R.C.

The echoes from my mind could be the ringing in your ears?

Minutes of the morning turning to hours of afternoons

Carrying the weight of the day on the evening breeze

As if in spite into never ending hours of the darkest night

Hints of light despite the falling back, glancing through

The new sun is strength , needed to form even bigger shadows

One revolution almost completed ,keeping us nervous even though we have succeeded

Others scream or live for a lifetime of revolution on the whirling globe

Meager minds taking a wealth of wisdom in a simplicity of survival

Basking in splendor of surviving breakfast to breakfast or a yawn to dawn. R.C.

Oh Brother & sisters oh why! Wasn't supposed to make me cry!                                                
My feelings deep down inside ,again & again I'm takin that late night ride .          
Is it me or am I just a fool ,thinkin I was cool, making it through.
Just a few simple words ,a few lines, some nouns & verbs,a minor space a slower pace.    
Thought about how  easy ,just wanted it to be pleasing.
My easy road,I've just burdened my load,
Left me weeping instead of sleeping, I left my smile but did I fall from grace?!
Peace Takes Practice Rick

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.

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.

Outwardly my projection may seem shallow
Protection may call for many shields not always known to even the keeper of them
Truly visible days may have to come from the deepest marrow
What is obvious is still obscure to some mystery's only known to him

Placid is not the same as rigid , the goal was not to become cold
To much is  surreptitious  in the subconscious simply placing it away
Now an avid hunter for ways to play while also not becoming to bold
Deal with matters at hand as we can then pass carefully avoiding the fray

Like unopened mail not looking to deep is an even greater safety net
Stable & strong not doing wrong but still remaining attached with a hidden cable
Falling in not to break rank is easier than simply being frank  & left to fret
Still growing but watching challenges ,maybe underlying thoughts that will disable

Again others views rarely know it all, our own conscious becomes increasingly alert
Like saving to pay the piper,an emotional blocking is still being used as a funnel
Sturdy  is good but safe is to not get wordy ,maybe under reacting finding an issue to skirt
Making gains while not showing the outcomes is probably still living life in a tunnel.R.C.

Well the doctor told me I was out tears ?
The doctors told me I would never sweat again ?
I am 10 lbs UNDER weight & will never gain it back ?
I won't regain a lot of lost muscle ,so I won't be able to lift 200lbs again ?
My appetite is 1/2 what it has been my whole life?
My blood ,heart,other parts ,fat,cholesterol etc. are as good as a teenagers?
My credit will straighten back out this yr.:)

I think the cost savings in KLEENEX,DEODORANT,FOOD, & then knowing I can't lift means my back won't hurt,saves ON CHIROPRACTORS and PAIN KILLERS :)
Plain food tastes "fine" now I can sell off my cookbook & kitchen junk collection:)
I have missed out 30 yrs of junk food , I might as well go for it now :)
with that cost saving and a small loan I can pay off another house & paint it PINK just to freak the neighbors out :):)
Hey I am "POSITIVE" that is a good side to be on :) R.C.

I WHISPERED,'I am too young,'
And then,'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon..........Poem by William Butler Yeats..........

A WAY TO STAY
Bringing bereavement on ourselves is usually not a subtle step ,more a giant leap into a black abyss
Rarely given a choice so planning is futile , like a novel on a shelf mysterious mood hidden between the bindings
We may be left asking the unknown why has life handed me such strife much left to explore before having deaths Kiss
With all the lessons that have been laid upon us now melded into memory ,can we still be strong with these new findings

Plenty of phrase  refers us to  having  to pay a piper ,mortality & morality often coming to rest on the same bed
Taught to make a path always avoiding the wrath ,Precious memory's are now  constructing a solid structure
Beginning as blessed, shown as always better than cursed,evil paths lead to a faster wrath ,increasing the dread
Being blessed often seen as a way to rise over the crest ,that sacrament appeasement for all that may not pass muster

Leaping in light years from soothsayers  and prayer , beams and  waves ,switches or dials furthering the wait to the graves
Unknown futures not ready to fast forward ,faithfully wait ,set aside living but non progressive finality can become obsessive
Frankness as a point of view comes with experience ,changes subtle or severe forcing adaptation  sometimes in waves
many varied Modus Operandi  become a fixture when moving outward into time, leaving fancy fables just a real need to live

Playing a game when we already know the outcome ,maybe not the exact spread sheet but still dealt a dead mans hand
Passive or aggressive maybe better to seek a middle ground ,tastes of time, simple samples become like breath as an addiction
Playing our own part in extending our demise is a noble task ,forcing  good health, mental stability a great wealth making it easier to expand
Not really pretending we are mostly winning ,just always making adjustments,forcing against the clutch ,we are merely the tenant awaiting eviction. R.C.

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.

The confusion of my mind is doing it again 2 days in postictal re cooperation, I think Van Gogh would be most fitting
It is a hard state to describe for others that have not been there,my aura is heavy, with only the cold to keep it at bay
The sharp silvers have turned to mud!CRUD,If someone touches me I think will scream?cry? WAIT,hold out a little longer
I go through hell only to see the devil smiling back,grin & bear it they say, never hey,ya wanna play,restless,*****
Feeling it! R.C

Anchors aweigh they say as they also stand  two abreast for a silent moment to pray
Motions are made ,each vital in their role, laying to rest a comrades soul is the final goal
With ceremonious pride another mate laid over the side ,counting fathoms for a place to lay
Sounds of Taps against the mist of white caps brings strength maybe hiding the need to console

Many maidens of many seas have always awaited with their welcoming nets
Kiss of the wind or the breath of Poseidon if your on top it is below they want you residing
Morning sky's to moonbeams allowing enough light to guide as another mate is welcomed to the depths
All nationality's are linked by the bond accepted when cast to sea to let the waves do the guiding

All manner of craft, different from stern to aft ,leaning or listing albeit port to starboard
Always needing hands for the cargo's & their holds, the lady's open with  welcoming gangplanks
Whether active or after the fact  as an act or accident ,last rites can not be bartered
Calling from Atlantis no better honor could she grant us than laid to rest while closing ranks

Flying a flag on high as representative of allegiance  or to pay homage for brotherhood of crew
Waving banners laid out for good manners as ceremonial processes proceed ,with Officer of the Deck calling
"All hands bury the dead".
A chaplain may pray to those that stay ,joining with others to do what is right for their brothers for the card they drew
A journey that began from a pier or a berth ,from crows nest to gallows with trolls ,swabee or swashbucklers ,sardine's or submariners
Mates of all rates treated as equals ,if paying the highest toll, when checking off the final logs the names all blend together
   when the new home will be at the deepest fathoms they can not tread . R.C.

Don't ever forget yourself, a new journey with two souls
Takes a different strength making you unique
Letting anothers world come into your own, it becomes a fine line
Upright,stable& strong,has to carry on,when helping the other is one of your goals.

Hindsight is useless when recalled with broken wings
  Your own stability can no longer be supported through duel emotions
  always assessing your selfless soul, No matter the vow or pairing of rings
   Forgetting oneself  means we will lose no matter our original devotions

  Knowing the true level of ones strength, has to be known before the attempt at helping the forlorn
   The effect of the storm cannot be seen from the interior ,breaking false walls,cracking to the core
  The real allegiance cannot be forgotten & we must remember ourselves,so together we are not torn
  Maintaining a balance of hero & helper can not be achieved  if we are not the same person we were before.

Treasonable paths paved with plight facing future fences- narrowness of paths opening to broader horizons
Friction with fiction, truth rhyming with smooth  combating compassion's, commencing after coercion
Past pressures progressing ,pleading often prying being blocked from extrusion for fears of final conclusions
Patterns and plans working in structure as opposed to random ramblings ,unfocused fantasy's to easily grateful

Sellout for solitude for repentance of past crimes ,sailing into a future but with a black memory
Self preservation comes easily for many with no reservation ,compelled to escape at any cost
Playing the cards ,forced to draw, causing tension individually then re-dealing while being  wary
While shadowy is not part of morality sedition is not  bound as tight as religion when salvation is to be wrought .

If to be believed  bellowing or begrudging blasphemies light the fires in mortals minds
Crossing oceans  carrying burdens to present a truth, presenting caution while it is explained
Taking time for knowledge to reside ,building strengths without weakness,watching as it unwinds
Rumbling grievances resemble rebellion ,rivals embattled, entrenched as it becomes ingrained
Towing with resistance brings strength easing the path to subversion into withered minds

Virtuous vibes reaching out like a grail to be seen as a jewel of an unseen crown
Protection at all cost ,gangs of guards looking away becomes perfect timing for those seceding
Standing final ground becoming like a personal ALAMO  ,just a need for their voice to resound
Inner principles form bastions offering new life for a soul in strife changing directions from receding . R.C.

An elevated risk they say ,we make our way ,gangling on about the day
Prepare for your destiny,we think we can see forward ,glimpse that illusion
A fluid thought that passes seemingly unimportant ,dismiss it as trivia
The Verve could never be neutral ,why just wait when you could play

A broad expanse of motions & memories slipping,slept,forgotten,lost
Holding tight ,forcing the feeling ,an unfamiliar blight making it right
The willing host is subject to change ,unaware but unashamed,a necessary cost
A perception is peeking out but remains hidden ,mysterious as to the fright

Others may perceive a deadly day ,breaking the barriers bring on the prayer
Others struggle in tenacious turmoil,never realizing the obvious strain
Do we reveal it all or always partially conceal ,keeping quiet ,take a favor show a layer
An anonymous internal decision becomes the main focus ,a deadly game with the brain

Paying my own penance , have seen others give in say good riddance
Becoming your own model ,your own vision is now the best guide
Not so obvious ,the strength is emotional,draining ,bring it on ,beauty in the brilliance
A maddening plot is subsequently wrought ,then abated, Being aware that the paths are gated.
Abrasive or smooth ,don't debate or negate but simply take in stride . R.C.

I wonder when  to just say NO MORE? I am blessed  not in a lot pain but the madness of just being almost having to be afraid of YOURSELF,TORMENT of the twisting is my state,do I look into purgatory or a shiny golden gate,a simple wince is not enough to convince, but the massive weight seems to ensure my fate,a restless stir or a blinding blur when will the end be near,do I await in harmony or regress in fear,minding my manners & a jovial laugh have carried me far, I await. Rick

THE EDGE
  To explain seems senseless, but was able to "feel" the sounds the senses so ENHANCED that the waves became focused confusion.
  The edge is an odd place ? a date,time SURE, will say goodbye and check in no sweat and lol at "IT" But the unknown is my demon now ?
  losing time in lg. blocks is something we joke with UNTIL it happens.Is like having a stroke but then recovering 100's of times.
  "IT" pushing me is why I may be acting diff. "IT" is close lol no sweat ,BUT when ? Rick

From the LIVING SIDE OF DEATH! So narrow minded that seeing  the world through the eye of a needle,self worth is now measured in micro-grams & by gauges ,our shame & no one to blame,simple conclusion or final convulsion,LIFE not STRIFE. Peace. R.C. 

Passivity may have a purpose, morality appears on a much nicer note when the apparition is a lamb
Can we truly understand a game if we have not read all the rules , playing yet conforming for comfort
Floundering in fluff ,subtle hues and warm pastels, making the grade an easy ride no worries of an ending slam
Warm in the splendor of  essentials ,as elements not needing to compound ,basics will continue to work

Sizes of strides manageable when applied to simple life rules ,daily stresses easily kept at bay
Weights and measures  building bigger on a balanced bar ,keeping measures, stacking always strengthening
Gradual raising of our  fundamental needs, each phase useful as a brick, but still remaining semi blinded with more hands to play
Increasing influences of life's portions , can attribute much to an inward soul,  flexing forward while also integrating

Levels of life ,raising from a base, not seeking but continuing to accept and fashion personalities  ,forging  a future
Blindly building, while change brings greater range from people places and things ,finding  contentment  or fantasy
As the stages turn the pages will we retreat and hide or advance leaving more to chance, taking it in as we mature
Forming as well as following ,blind or biased by words realty of others talking of boxes or cages or chips off an old block
  as it is playing out ,expressions seeping externally  leaving the luxury of the perceived canopy

Finally starting to face so many facts as laid out in others thoughts ,guidance worldly wisdom taken as out guide
Externally ,Unknowingly, progress plodding forward paved in morality ,blindly blocking truth
Basic deeds may not be revealing our true needs ,shadowing around the corners ,testing for things untried
Abstract as a new way is a hard card to play when always playing by the books ,leaving the soul to become a stronger sleuth .R.C.

Writing is useful,but does it come out as maniacal or insane,is hard to express a simple thought without showing the depths it was wrought. a gain is my own, almost selfish rarely ever shown. when all the cards are on the table it is hard to be a magician.
The play with words & sounds become increasingly centered, a hope for focus, a wish to not be led astray ,to far away from the conscious edge while still seeking an epiphany .
That transition is easier to live as a lifestyle,rather than holding back ,better to know the truth than to hide from the present ,how many sit with it or are afraid or find it vile.
A corruption of thoughts & feelings or convoluted dreams can be dealt with stoically or possibly handled & fondled serving as a gift to the mind & soul that are willing to own them. R.C.