STRANGERS IN THE RAIN

Suddenly bright blue to gray quite stark, flash of light LOUD thunder no time to wonder

Neither asks, Smile's unseen hidden by mandatory masks, kindness shows in each other's eyes

Birds fold wings seek cover under eaves, flown alone quickly form a flock with great power

Neither was lost now they're found, temporarily dry but flooded with emotion, future friends or something to romanticize

When it rains it pours old sayings for bores, they block all sound as new raw emotions are found, revealed to a few who are open and not grown sour

Showers have mystic powers, hidden serenity inaccessible for eternity,  Short distance brought together in an instant, suddenly swooned or left to fantasize

Unknown feelings, future forecast for what can grow, best buddies or fledgling romance builds from a single amicable encounter

Friendly faces leave beautiful traces with unforgotten flashbacks of a bond quickly found seeking dry ground, discovering each other comes to them as a nice surprise

Selfless acts of virtue flow naturally from one absorbed by another ,his blindness accepted as kindness, sweet futures unfolding guided by the light from her new found tower

Finding friendship instant kinship beneath a handheld canopy, the portable protection allows a little time for polarization, will their bonding be natures prize

Strangers in the rain became friends under the umbrella, chivalry becomes Silvery reflections on a window pane, were in a hurry now can't wait for their next encounter

Common need excludes greed, sudden break in their day now wanting it to stay, Strength of two could be me and you, will it be wrong if the sound from rain drops becomes their verse

No time for poses or wine and roses, was this wrong or another life mystery hiding her new Prince in disguise. R.C.

Speaking Thinking & Drinking

Lifes Knowledge taken from many avenues from sweat equity or upper college

Courtesy easier to hide in writing, voices carry many tones, simple clatter rising, levels GROW as the beverages flow

More we imbibe the less we subscribe to Emily Post, wisdom and manners begin to blend with verbal garbage

Tongue twisters become more tasteless as the head gets more wasted, uncaring we become part of the local show

More we drink the less we think, simple minds make companions easiest, tomorrow far off behind that mental blockage

Did Hemingway think he would make a future A.A. quote, Wonder if his liver were about to quiver or the blood alcohol levels were about to overflow

Speaking, thinking and drinking can become a mess in a sentence, if mixed the wrong way they might require bail,
be cautious what you wish for under the mistletoe

Will we recall to hold back the words at the next happy hour, or as always, a few ounces will have us hollering like it was our last rodeo. R.C.

STRINGING IT ALONG

Playing out daily life, seemingly simple shouldn't cause much doubt

Finest thread ,narrow as silk brought together brings much strength

Telling one a line might be fine, but when it includes many, truth is left without clout

Thoughts turned into voices,string brought together to form yarn adjoining stories with some length

Moment by moment,strand by strand, actions played out in fractions leaving emotions divided ,each taking it's own route

Contemplation starting as a small ball adding colors is like minds images,rolling along as it grows in size we grow in depth

We represent life's simple sample ,knitted together to form a chain ,many patterns to add, for each there is no substitute

Why ask a question if there is no one to answer,seeking declaration, bring new warmth made like a blanket for our bed

After seeking guidance many thoughts left in blindness,still strung along, left with mysteries but what we seek is absolute

Always waiting by the gate are you the fool to wait, rolled up in it,entwined, like thread on a spool,viewed through an eye of a needle only shows a silhouette. R.C.

When  shaded by the flowers isn't there still a bright side up above ,lost underneath ,life within brief glints of light leaving you alone
Can the beauty be so big it creates a dark shadow that leaves many blind ,from which side will the new light shine
Awash in Grandeur sometimes all that glitters is not gold ,old references often make no sense until after the charm has come and the harm has been done .breaking out is better, going froward setting out to roam
Edges are boundless journeys with little reward,  needing a life's compass to show a position not left wandering like a wild vine.

  Taking parts of a whole to become one will eventually leave a lot lacking ,making  us look for an unknown key
Evolving from lower levels from a core to an outer  crust ,beginning lives needing conditioning  before being crushed under falling leaves
Mellow moisture in shade being part of loam ,composting can be seen as introducing new levels of life, new wholeness from algae
A core obliviously internal, rising to  higher elevations, lava now seen as blood from a heart to the mind and eyes and skin something missing it still has needs .

Poets scream of life,love or savagery lurking ,unseen but felt as an emotional twitch, wishing to lessen the night bringing another level in sight
Lost in a labyrinth  ,under elevations whose peaks have reached a phase giving them an extra edge not yet allowed to silhouettes
Rain through roots to strengthen stems for wide leaves ,soft fronds ,petals for power drinking in the warmth of the Sun, the search goes on to fulfill our own plight.
Adding essence with a new gusto is now needed, bringing and breathing carbon dioxide  to eject oxygen, lives now casting new nets

A brazen bet to climb up or push out, letting layers of energy begin life's Genesis,  completion through true synthesis
A true cycle seeking completion gaining strength not to be cut short by anthers unworthy  anonymous  sickle
Not a plight but further strength for the flight ,from intake, finally feelings brought only by boldness  beautifully delicious
Now glowing richness enhanced with color,passion florets to fancy fruits ,paying deep dividends all met through  evolution
Harnessed with a simple collar the greatest restitution  ,now utilized with living respiration,  from a drop to a trickle .  R.C.

COLOR OF HAPPINESS

Approaching middle ground looking back,does a certain palate bring a smile

Perhaps pink or blue given to make us coo,rosy red cheeks telling a simple tale

Yellow sun taught as fun,sky not gray but brilliant blue,looking down for glowing  green grasses not the dead earth perceived as vile

Red & white candy stripers a helping hand or holiday candy canes, uplifting, something to regale

A tank sits idle,clear water just mild ,but adding some life ,a few fins they shimmer
electric blue,neon green and a few gold fish brings new style

Pale empty pots take no position until repositioned with plenty of posy's ,without new shades all would be stale

Smiley face has no grace when seen in black & white ,more fun in sunny hues their fun faces will always inspire

Rainbow forming from gray is an instant show, making short work for a frown to grow helping to reshape our own profile

Every person takes a favorite ,each cause chooses another hue, brighter showing more view ,lesser tones blinding desire

Drink it in like a pretty party punch it's sweetness softens our affairs,will it help or change what we cast ,brighten a dull day make it worthwhile

So when do we refrain from hiding in shadows to basking in limelight ,taking in a moment of what is bright,Break through the whitewash to something we admire
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.

Keeping The Creation

Some hear the loud locomotives whistle SCREAM stop, many expected to fail when riding a fast rail

We know but refuse to grow, overt actions easier to follow, Fear to integrate part of why it is hard to step up to the plate, I did not hear while others watched me steer into oncoming traffic

First steps with impossible odds visualizing a path from wrath where do we go onto a dark and dangerous trail

Abstinence not simply doing without but dancing the dance, new tolls to pay for a way I learned to play a losing game with time, glimmer of hope easier to keep in scope when finding freedom through internal honesty it offers a new dynamic

Never saw that dead man walking retrospect shows familiar ghosts, my body was not the temple but the host, missing pieces lost in the fragmented mind those scenes lost without a reverse search we will never find, living while learning now closer to magic

Knowing I was here to win not forgiving a past sin , hearsay not simply here say this, not getting lost in psychobabble, knowing I could keep a free spirit became a major lift, roaming and roving continues while I have become more elastic

Separate feelings still are unknown factors, mixing pain and passion is a beginning of winning seeing some glint of light holds off the fright, facing fear does not have to be drastic

Lust with libation keeps us in action, factual factors around us while we are simple actors, Follow the stereotype taken as hype, we are fine with being flunky or ****** but not to be seen as Mr. clean, choosing sure death to not be seen as plastic

Staying clean did not mean it could be scrubbed, rubbed or washed away, hidden dirt in my soul comes off in layers, removing slime takes time, Forgiving myself was wasted emotion, I had learned the game and ways to show devotion, learning to leave it and be erratic

Knowledge is power in knowing no matter how much we rehearse it still works in reverse, In your heart not your head, over thinking is how many return to drinking, keeping it simple is the best example, proof is in actions not just symbolic

Life in a cage, invisible prison but an ever-present poison, never consider escape until too late, shown the door unable to cross the threshold, breaking out unnecessary when we hold the key,
finding then keeping this creation also brings new emotion, new lessons don't have to be seen as tragic

Music can be magic but hard to keep a beat when always paying the piper, clearer mind helped me to find new meaning with tones and lyrics, How will I learn to dance to a different beat? get my groove back someday, Flashbacks in a.m. and black and white slow progression to f.m. and color, my own song now sang as historic

Freedom never free, passion within passageways some count day by day others let life roll its own way, shown the door unable to break the threshold ,What is feared never quite clear, mostly unknown afraid to grow, hard to heal until we reveal, Imagine a surprise realizing we have two souls inside of one body, destiny's mirror shows me, but I also know the alcoholic. R.C.

MYSTERY IN THE DARK

Once again I prepare for the comfort, to set aside any new despair as I am drawn into it's lair

Will that familiar feeling leave me reeling,once again and to often with much chagrin

Anticipation of a warning a sort of mental mourning ,finding middle ground is the closest edge to being fair

Bringing two opposites together ,pleasing participation is the goal,but each side fighting from within

Who would have thought that being terribly tired could bring such treacherous torture,only reaching inside if you dare

Many remedies offered ,singing sonnets letting a mind go adrift,relaxing melodies
flow freely for women or men

People vary widely wanting to find a niche, making us all unique,  will those hidden demons that keep us awake be gone with a prayer

Originally was never fraught with frightful thought but time and having no answers
has left us asking when

Back inside our self, try to keep those memories on a shelf ,they lay low until suddenly propelled screaming out like an auctioneer

Time becomes twisted creating larger gaps with intermittent naps,again easing into
what is to others normal rest ,we can merely try again

Left lying alone having never feared it, facing forward with wit & grit ,but still unknowing facing each night like new premier .R.C.

Maybe a bit more than just sleepless , some may have true demons waiting if they sleep? Maybe is more natural to fear the unknown than something we can see? Thanks for reading ,all thoughts are appreciated Rick

Pathway

Providing an edge to tarry or toil open pathways to anywhere

Like brooks connecting streams that flow into bigger rivers

Their history limitless as they connect footsteps, unite people or disconnect them mystery laid upon each square

Corner to corner varies widely whether local or foreign, goal of each walker differs

Walkways perpetually taking second place to a street that carries the name, standing as middle ground between the house and a thoroughfare

Gates can say OH WAIT or come on in bordered by fence of all flavors, always friendly with the footpath while adding totality to a structure

Tykes on trikes in training, Rises or falls caused many a bicycle blunder, either is fulfilling leaves lasting memory whether experienced or beginners

So many Hellos to neighbors or strangers a nod in passing payment to them for an unknown cause opening a chance to give a dull day a little luster R.C.

Earth Songs

Country roads away from asphalt or sailors on far away seas sing about the taste of salt

World wanderers rhyme of time spent on jetliners, scenes from a window creating a constantly changing view

Playing on a planet, soft sands or solid granite, basking on beaches, loons on lakes have a charm, sunsets across the desert, each play their own part

She eats and breathes constantly flexible she heaves, words of vast valleys or her endless winds that blew

Sailor songs always been strong keeping that connection with those waves, lost at sea or guided home by reading that chart

Rumble about a jungle or how they yearn for a fern in that forest, stifled by the heat dusty deserts take on a magic hue

Snowscapes make a holiday jingle , rain creates an often used and varied scheme,
sonnets of mountains majesty ready to touch our heart

Farmers living in the dirt are real charmers, rows to *** horses to ride, visions of expansive fields or a back yard barbeque

So many songs of oceans green or skies of blue, each corner of the globe takes on a different hue, brought out through strings or simple softness of a harp

Singing about surfer boys or girls tell of happiness as it unfurls, joy to the world always right on cue

Muddy waters sings of muddy rivers ,dusty roads roll on in country ballads, lyrics or sounds form a mental image showing us earths art

World coming together or growing apart, be it ballads or hymns each brings a special connection giving our planet a sound for me and you R.C.

SCIENCE OF COMPLIANCE

Marked from birth to possibly follow another's ideals ,but even before an utterance is understood someone has to foot the bill

The first baby blankets all look alike,pink or blue which one is for you

First big brunt of hoochie coos ,giggling & wiggling on command ,then a.b.c-1,2,3,
hearing Mommy or daddy enough to make a child ill

Color or number at all hours unless we slumber ,at least standing and walking are natural and offer a better view

More lessons from the bath,take each cue it is for you,brush the teeth or hair as we were guided, not on your own free will

Then the dressing, lacing those shoes ,belts tight, collars up, buttons done nothing is left askew

Constant barrage of new sounds or words always another to be found  ,separating to,too or two will help define your skill

When to stand  walk or talk is for now subject to another's command ,applying another's knowledge as we grew

All manner of manners to be applied from setting a table or our hair,they feed us more & more although we feel we've had our fill

Simple stride we did abide, but starting to see outward, fracturing the glass, freedom is nice but lessons will be few

Family's resign to mark their sign ,schools further forge their rules or political expectations thrown at us like swill

Rules seen as jewels, new guide in which to confide,abiding is safe same as their teachings of faith ,so rest easy and have another bowl of follow the rule stew.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.

CLEANSING THE HATE

Many awake not knowing their fate but still automatically muster a smile
Another never evolves past hells gate

Comfortable in brewing pots of care, extending themselves so others cups run over
Broken bloke receded to deep within

External,internal many blessed with something maternal ,solid not just for awhile
Lost in limbo ,faceless unknown role with no soul

High pressure parenting,tactfully tickling insuring the recipient will be no imposter
Mostly consumed with animosity

Babes born with a grin set to win,can't wait for the game to begin,someone to admire
Many on auto negative, burning,to late to grow

Not all is merry minstrels don't be a fool, ready to move forward seeing clear & sober  
Inner darkness blocking light,Closed doors leave no insight

Adjusting our way to enlighten our stay, a positive edge makes a bad day not so dire
Simmering in hate is the greatest weight,always outranked

Take a day to break away or the sour will overcome,find time for a chime as we grow older
When only hearing in black tones all that is felt is moans & groans

Spreading good cheer brings many others near, passing on the wealth is in good style
Negative vibes leave a soul closed

Often learned late or mellowed with age ,hearts enlightened for the owner
Fast pace can leave us out of the race

So make a moment to mimic a clown and don't be down ,learn to make ourselves as the model to inspire
Starting in negative or always on zero makes an easy to solve equation. 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"

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.

With a new day may come yet another way of lifting our hands in praise

Usually formed fondly,friendly even fictitious, a goal to show people internal passions

Pick or choose from a season ,another's passing will bestow a ration ,many way's that your heart plays

Break out with festival or feast ,way above not with our least ,leaping as one to form stronger liaisons

An anniversary of a day others overcame adversity ,they did not know it would become a day of cabarets

Take a break visit a lake often unknowing  why it was originally laid on our plate ,the thoughts lost like so many cliches

Fantastic fantasy enjoyed by young & old,winters yield to May day bouquets

Santa & Jesus co-mingle & enjoy a smore,  a Big Bunny lays pastel eggs while the other hall is for those that sing praise

Cheers with beer for the rockets red glare don't tread on me no don't you dare ,strength takes time this isn't just some phase

Our for-bearers strife left us talking Turkey, conversations with in-laws a bit murky,what would they think knowing football was the over riding craze

Surviving another year affords you a cake, simple gesture considering what is at stake ,some of the former days now left in a haze

So send a card ,light a tree,carve a squash,blow a candle ,fill a stocking or basket say your prayers ,but remember we're keeping memory's you can't replace.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.

SLOW HOBO

Many memories come or go fleeting thought of once moving fast

Living in the present not always a gift, beige or bland nowhere to make a stand

Take another piece of me, got locked in lost soul never again to be free, once saw everything with open eyes unfolded maps world so vast

Prefer to roam without a home, unsaddled no bit or bridle always on idle, time was a scam never wore a watch upon my hand

Completing hitch hikers guide a source of pride, thumb out or cheap greyhound ride, memories fade left to rely on what was photographed

Always wondering where a river went or raindrops are sent, wayward youth a highway sleuth Unlimited vision with no mission, wandering soul enclosed white pickets complete that demand

Inner strife from hiding vagabond feelings wanting to get lost again in past misdealing's Length of Layovers timed by hangovers, now life outside bottles or baggies a more realistic blast

Born in the parking lot so always been on the out, Set to roam with a spin of the globe, coast to coast beach to beach now stuck behind a hidden line in the sand

Vagabond looking out across new land, unsettled not ready to make a stand,Leaning on an edge split inside with a wedge, held back by new wisdom of my past

Designated drifter part time grifter forgetting to nurture a future, realizing wisdom can come slower, much to gain with pain, internal freedom not always planned

Dreams from a past trickle out carrying much clout, what weight so great it was to slow the hobo, settled in with a new grin becoming my own life's greatest enthusiast R.C.

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.

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.

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.

Sure are great when in dash for time ,never looking at tomorrow only now & what can be mine
Figuring a normal 8hour shift wasn't enough to solve my rift,she won't understand but I wasn't explaining it anyway
Barely knowing each other by more than first names just a smile to last awhile warming up to cool down will be fine
Nothing fancy, is the only palace with the blinking lights outside ,just wanting 4 walls for privacy & a place to play.

Finding those familiar feelings ,but now a possibility of a new claim to stake if so what is the point you want to make
Some never settle leaving that unknown sentiment to simmer on the back burner waiting on a more recent recipe
Maybe going unnoticed then suddenly that wisp of hair raises with a smell or a smile or patterns of playing ,tempting us to take
Almost subconscious as an unaware soul with only one role, reaching out ,connecting, passion as a quick play,simple ecstasy

Philandering is a term for couples while singles are left with a wide open book, the Marriage should have been the hook
  Some fancy friends with a means to their ends  while others seem to stay  content with a snuggle and a hug
Passing people should be known as a natural motion, not trying to always connect with some deep emotion like a common Rook
We enjoy our pleasure but control is not something we are born into ,having to be able to settle into grace not falling for a new crush

Embracing as habit  a hard broken addiction ,while others are always wishing your feelings flow free
Sitting back and watching or never really noticing were never in the way they play, constant fondness for the others is more their way
Some hide and pretend to abide, while others just go full blown with the charm ,never realizing it wasn't about others just their own need
Amazing the game often seen with no shame until it is played on them , placing the next step becomes more precarious when they are not sure where they can safely stay ............R.C.

REVOLVING REPAIR
First breath awaking in darkness, silence then given quickly to a rush, whisked into heat and noise
steady, holding back clinks,pings ,rings warming into soft flashes almost melancholic if it were bottled as beauty
Flush with the freshness of a moment so instant, smells broke into color segments seen as slides, a long lifetime voice
Harboring back before seeking outward motion ,yet relaxing with angst, not realizing to soon become one again acutely

Broke out of that beginning ,steadily come out of unrest can now become the hardest test
Wanting to lay back in that happy although confusing matrimony of several souls ,placidity quickly becoming memory
Tension tucked under a softer note until it vibrates into the moment ,helping the noise grow it is yours to divest
Having to come up and face the pain is now not your decision to restrain ,it WILL be now ,unregulated even scary

Processed at a baseline level, the neutral of what is next is almost impossible to place into text
Begging to stay back but intentionally standing up ,dusting ,cleansing,rinsing, allows much more freedom to our soul
Broke out to scale a new life ladder ,will it hold the weight of our future fate as we gain new ground anxiously without proper rest
Standing now are we ready for the approaching head wave ,inner trust is a positive must when seeking new ground is our role

MADE IT! only a moment we gained a bit ,realizing the true life drama of flesh and bones is not some elusive parallel
Stretching out, making movements as a process of testing ,finding levels and degrees of burn or recall
Fast forgotten ,moved along rode out up and over more obstacles ,a course without remorse a blinding spinning carousel
Fast but with resolution ,more as another marker to gauge all oncoming events ,rising to the next level with new wisdom to enthrall.R.C.

LOOKING FOR "IT"

From that first wink,blink & nod we are seeking & reaching ,not always a necessary want but an inner need

Reaching out without a thought grasping ,gripping ,wanting something yet unseen

My inner core always seeking more,if something is not known will it be depicted as greed

Why don't we all want more looking for that next big score,always wanting out not to be stuck in between

Many choose to seclude ,while others  always asking what can be found with the greatest speed

Like a trap that has been laid ,will we know if all the cards have been played ,will wishing for nothing mean we're serene  

How often is it realized what we have found,passed off or so profound ,laid upon us like a creed

A piece of me, a part of you elevated to some higher plane ,yin or yang oh which way will we lean

With each their own for others the meaning may be  unknown,that personal twitch
is harder & harder to defeat

Abstaining from complaining ,resolve to evolve head out on a "normal" path,
It remains hidden within,sometimes easier to just come clean

Often an unknown waiting idly until grown ,with no comparison how will we know,
maybe not most prevalent but with other problems it does compete

We may all have our own internal twitch unable to turn off or on with a switch
Learning to live with "It" & having some resolution in the grand scheme. 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.

Valley of Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WEATHER IT OUT

Wishing for a subtle change, fine with something simple well within radars range

Layers of rays enlighten us,sometimes  becoming too overheated,cool down with blankets of snow

Storms blowing through the mind often unkind ,taking sanctuary until the climate has changed

Icey hearts frozen in place start to surrender if warm winds can enter the soul

Thunderheads in the distance, soon seem to roll down my body, again left assailed

Unforeseen forecast can be worse than the storm, left exposed when seeking shelter should have been the goal

Survival has no rival spend it all and still face an end,great whirlpools still seem to fade

Experience provides umbrellas ,exercises against an upwelling  providing protection from a gall

Starting was easy, rolling along constantly renewed by the rain,caught in a drift ,waters becoming colder harder to escape

Once so bright accepting all light,now often foggy,groggy  taking longer to restore

Life is a whirlwind cascading around us,feelings on the forefront  with unknown forecasts, at Peace through our constant updates. R.C.

REALIGN MY MIND  

Beginning to grow then kicked back a few notches into slow, Want is eager while the rate is meager

Like walking in mud single steps require twice the energy , requiring release so life will work in synergy

Often never knowing the need was there ,hindsight can used as a learning tool
Enlightened we can be a stronger creature

Lost in opaque thought,striving to stand on our own,polishing the glass for a new view
but will still leave a piece of missing history

Imagine your vision in a mirror always wearing a mask, then always working to eliminate this feature

Former strength now a strain walking slower to avoid new pain,each day the blitzkrieg on my body is a true mystery  

Strive for a simpler life ,day by day some say ,taking it all in stride, for time is the great healer

After the fall who  will we call,another won't want the bother ,relying  on our self has been our surest mainstay

Greatest walls can be taken down ,they are also built with layers from foundations
rebuilding  ourselves keeps us from growing weaker

Physique slowly breaking leads to a new awakening ,body & mind separated but ready to align ,remaining thankful in our own way. 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.

WRITING LULLABIES  

If I were to write a lullaby ,really take the time to find that line, would  others be inclined to feel inspired

Take the fledgling feelings & let them grow in verse,simply maiden feelings letting them go showing others how they might flow

Many write of love,finding,wanting,saving even the deepest craving,then broken, leaving their hearts rewired

Other thoughts may come forward ,learning of ourselves as we write of others, laying it all out is allowing us to grow

Humming along yet another song, using the same old words sometimes feels so wrong
at times it seems a new poet needs to be hired

Words in a stack can truly have our back ,digging deep ,really letting it show

Many flinch but we will sing along showing both sides ,right or wrong,not yet knowing from whom we should hide or which is to be admired

More of life caught in verse, letting it out unrehearsed ,harmonizing it all to let it glow

Be it a ballad telling a life's tale, possibly a hearts blues rising into a wail,telling from the soul as it transpired

Other folk find a bit of the country to croon, same as a city feeling just with a better view

So setting it up for a sing along can't be wrong,some more words to hum to help break a doldrum ,making us feel better or helping another to be inspired . 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.

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.

Upwardly mobile moving as it radiates unconscious of the energy it creates

Mapping our mind as we come to find again new places from unknown spaces

Almost a tease with which some ease into it's cradle,waiting for the new level it elevates

Circling & cycling feeling the shadow as it begins to grow,pressing pressures of the phases

Some say eye in the sky, but we watch it, not in reverse,masterful with which feelings it delegates

Sensations magnified as it's brightness cast ,many reaching out to sing it's praises

Mirror of the Sun it is the lesser one ,helping with calculations of man,many bonded as soulmates

Rising then falling crescent to full ,waning or waxing ,brightness to blackness always helping to mark our days

Forcing natural habits ,laying patterns marking out situations ,part of our soul is in what it narrates

For the joy of spring brides & rising or falling tides ,many feel as a predictor of weird & quirky ways

Bright beaming leaving many screaming ,slivers mere quivers,again varying for which moods it dictates

Another night with the Moon will be waning soon ,leaving leaving the warm sun and another day to play. R.C.

EARLY RISER

Time placed in reverse is not something that is easy to rehearse ,riding along on their cycle of light

Caught in the swirl of what is perceived as a day ,split with living and resting between sunrise and dawn  

Normal barriers broken, for many it goes unspoken,just remaining restless in their own right

Surviving another night of flimsy stardust we tried clinging with all the might,simply await another yawn

Tasting the new rays, conscious of another day ,but lacking the slumber it's weight will hold heavy on my plight

Now simply settling to let the mind cruise is future rest just a ruse,intense changes our mind & body have undergone

Revolving door with no exit does a natural level exist,is it always slightly out of reach in orbit like a satellite

Training with chimes is fast becoming a crime ,plying unsteady rhythms  like a long lost song

Society's markers are made ,cycles of our days are laid ,do we do wrong when rest is not found in the night

Game with no rules simple patterns now hold more value than jewels,again passing time  waiting for a new day to be drawn.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.

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

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.

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.

Smiling For Freedom

Always discussion, contemplation of yin or yang good or bad happy or sad

Backache not great from real or imagined weight, can become light as a feather finding something to tickle our fancy

Troubled by these days and times, brief laugh can slow the grief, little cheer to help fill that gap

Over contemplation of your current situation can become a curse, STOP thinking to see new color or take in what was wacky

Take a walk on down the road lighten the load, watch some goofy geese squawk, offbeat memory to halt a future hemorrhage, new mark on our merry map

Have a place to save the happiness hidden treasure to retrieve at our leisure, like finding rare art in a personal grin gallery

Can we rehearse? will the sadness reverse, participate in rolling on, go with the flow, by golly be jolly not another emotional sap

Hidden tension helps hide apprehension, moment of gladness to release some sadness, whatever it takes to recharge our battery

Shall we continue to ride aboard a ship of fools, or find pleasure in  hidden treasure, renewal from a shiny jewel, sorrow should never become a handicap

Will a grin help us win, take a gamble skip a pre-amble let it go, turn a frown upside down, helps to hold hope in scope for eternity

Try a new angle another way to finagle,  turn off the blues and hear a rumba, cheerful groove for us to behoove, make your toes tap or the hands clap

Do we dare go the extra mile to realize finding freedom of a smile, expression halts regression, mutual benefits from waving at a passerby R.C.

G.P.S. FOR A SOUL
Will finding that path be easy ,will it be lit with the brightest light

Traveling along a normal road,looking left pulling me into a dark downward spiral

But bending to the right,instantly admonishing all guilt ,seeing an end free of all plight

X marks a spot coordinates all set ,seems a simple destination, but will it crash or has it gone viral

Searching for a new route is a natural way, old style to pray or now a new app.checking for headings before taking flight

Truck stop road map or preachers pocket book ,times are always changing is there a new style

If I were to die I couldn't  simply hit reply ,fast forward it or heating up the latest tweet

Will it now be tracked liked postal packages,immediate delivery or money back guarantee, liberation shouldn't take awhile

Will the sermon speak of a new App., free wi fi for the ascension to the twilight

Heaven gates now surrounded by satellites ,their roles on our souls sent to the nearest cellular tower,deepest information  they do acquire

Either or, receiving signals from space with many  caught up in the race,
So finding the path from the wrath may be bright but will still be unknown with hindsight.

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

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

What becomes of those flagrant fancy thoughts we wrought?

Mental magic something good, recycled into Wisps carried into the air

Catch it today will be half a world away tomorrow, send out my sympathy empathy into the wind, hoping for those in need it will be caught

Mood gone stale sent into the gale, mixed mind needs to be open to find good, facing into the wind will they be aware

Will my good will expel another's flurries of worries, gust of goodness washing their madness, each of us learning a new way to be taught

Their foreboding causing internal eroding, erasing integrity, can my motions fulfill another's notions, will it blow by or be caught in midair

Negative and positive plans mingle in minds released into the atmosphere, become redeemed through the jet stream forming downdrafts, winds of change are being sought

Soft like velveteen hints of healing from my soul not dark or black as coal, released into a breeze to be felt by another to ease their despair

Lost souls feeling they have a penance to pay, blown down held in place by a frown, my gift is a voice with others forming a hurricane healing for those that are distraught

Do not want to shout our lonely cries, promise and passion become a beautiful surprise to soften a cyclone of dark hearts begins as they feel wisdom blowing in their hair

Cool breeze can appease, hot desert air not always containing hate that shortens our fate, So' are we listening as air makes its motions changing our plans and plot

Many pleasant memories must pass through those blades on windmills, sending gusts that pass by picks up my thoughts or feelings to a friend as others feel it they will know we care
R.C.

ALL HALLOWS EVENING
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 ****** 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 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.

MOONLIGHT MILE

Voluntarily merging with rapidly cooling air,does it draw more energy from our depths as we stare

Pulling me as if partially full, wanting to fulfill a hidden inner need,drinking it in helping to establish our new creed

Our moods possibly intertwined like the push & pull of the tides,increases our need to be immersed in its glare

Bright night keeps us from fright, showing hidden apparitions with it's glow,exposing to all the power it can yield

Simple journey merely a need to feel closer ,body,  soul seeking a new role,will it bring new energy as I stare

Drawing from radiance hoping for the guidance ,external glow guiding my flow as I venture farther out into the field

Taking a simple path leaving behind any wrath,taking comfort in twilight hoping it's strength will help my mind repair

Growing restless but letting the glimmer  make it's mark,through the light will my inner heart be revealed

Lunar light with all the might  may appease us on our flight brightly helping us prepare

Seeking to saunter left in limbo until finding that lantern ,waiting for the new beauty to be unsealed

Missing certain daytime beauty,but taking in wonders from the shadows,reflections from an owl's eyes as it stares

Grand orb lending itself so I won't stumble as I stroll around a bend & up the knoll ,Maybe this time or the next, more of mother nature's wonders will be perceived.  R.C.

Paid To Paint It Black

Another Red door my job is to paint it Black, they are never done always two more on the rack

Would I be put asunder left in constant wonder if just one door might be painted another color

Red resembling rust always a bust, thoughts of other color not left to wonder

Various hues bring other views while dark stands alone, many reasons to color an entrance from religious to obscure

All my clothes winter or summer refaced with rust or flat primer or pleasing pigments of charcoal

Solid steel adds a secure feel, brass hardware a subtle but luxurious appeal, Noticeable link for a criminal buffer

Many other iron projects to clean paint or polish, paint black doors on Friday to have the weekend to dry,
not to dismiss how security was our main goal

..........Another Red door my job is to paint it Black, they are never done always two more on the rack..........

Had a hidden dream a bolder color besides flat or gloss charcoal tones, last day I should have played leaving just one passageway purple or magenta showing more contrast with my blue collar

Buried in rust always a plus, paycheck never lacked as long as I didn't slack, often heard **** on the radio SCREAMING

..........Another Red door my job is to paint it Black, they are never done always two more on the rack..........

Jukebox jingle
Wonder or ponder for memories of mom's song

When searching for something I can hold onto, feeling F.M. from the kitchen or flipping 45's from a bar room

Bottles or glasses mixed with ice behind a bar have a unique symphony, ONE voice ABOVE the rest comes out strong

Beatles or Elvis followed by a country crooner sets a tone even sooner, placing her with ONE melody too much to assume

Nickels dimes make a rhyme adding up to quarters, loose change promises a full range of emotion appeasing the throng

Melody selection given picked for a payee always up for election, a few free from the house helps the mood to resume

Sonnets become symbols, Fun not fiction can create livable function, many would do anything for that familiar ring

Collective ballad would be a mixed salad, theme from jeopardy clash with glass, slivers of silver mark tips in a jar cash register ringing would leave my MOM singing at a small-town Kansas saloon

Sounds never go away but feel blessed not cursed that they are in my head to stay, few dollars an old juke box make it mellow for this fellow, take away that ghosts' sting

1 through 100, A to Z, big box on the floor ready to set the score, thoughts of her create that familiar internal stir, left fetching for mementos on anniversaries, passion changes like top 40 and the smell of Avon perfume. R.C.

Casts, Braces Or Slings

Night or day blend into one, windows blacked out, limit all doubt
Holding back hurt, mental game to disguise deep pain
Knowing others DO feel like me but they are not here to see, that philosophy hold lots of clout

        Here in my room
Soon to test the limits of my soul, Life WITHOUT GRIEF major relief
Tomorrow's mystery will be if I Capture a fracture, closed, open, hairline, new day await another X-ray
...............Breaking Bones........
                                                                                                                    
Backed into a corner hiding behind the light, unlike many I hold back over bearing internal fright
She will soon be throwing her stones, Loss of air, SCREAM of death
Who will I be when I awake, nervous neurons playing foresee my fate

Here in my room
Soon to test the limits of my soul, Life WITHOUT GRIEF major relief
Tomorrow's mystery will be if I Capture a fracture, closed, open, hairline, new day await another X-ray
...............Breaking Bones........

My room, a bed, became a padded throne, revolving time has no zone
Longing to lumber or to be put under, past flashbacks of TWISTING my lumbar
Mystique of fate hangs like a black or gold gate, which entrance or exit always an unknown

Here in my room
Soon to test the limits of my soul, Life WITHOUT GRIEF major relief
Tomorrow's mystery will be if I Capture a fracture, closed, open, hairline, new day await another X-ray
...............Breaking Bones........

Have we held the door closed to long, blind to the good adjusting too easily with the wrong
Unexplored outside grows larger while the walls closing in make a room smaller, do we give up or call the queen of hearts on her bluff?
Have the number of bumps or bruises increased over time? Has age just showed me I am not as strong?
Many gambles as we ramble, move forward into wicked wind, are we failing to foresee a fine future or blinded by hate without feeling love

Here in my room
Soon to test the limits of my soul, Life WITHOUT GRIEF major relief
Tomorrow's mystery will be if I Capture a fracture, closed, open, hairline, new day await another X-ray
...............Breaking Bones........

Daily lives filled with anything or everything with little boundaries ,samples of simple  emotion
Playing the odds against time ,dancing a little with a  rhyme   hopping along wishing well without diversion
The proud patriot or clever child sharing the want or need for the way to be mild ,blissfully breathing without the commotion
A fresh light is brought on endless worldly lives ,plants ,animals higher or lower all a part of a chain ,simply seeking provision

Bright is much more polite than black ,glowing or glimmering not often associated with blight
Not forcing the focus , a simpler system to just keep parts of living un defined ,not blind, just never tightening the bind
Facing friction head on while it may bring resolve ,often leaves that rash from the scraping ,now the future maybe quick to avoid a plight
Awaking with glossy emotions brings out the hidden giggle an extra wiggle ,maybe possible pressures out of sight but not out of mind

Deliberate Fragmentation of reasoning makes a new journey between a solid desire and a restless soul
As living progresses pressure is always mounting, often leveling, seen from many ways, promising nothing to the past
Stability is easy to unhitch ,flinching needn't be a medical term ,to much baseless fantasy is now left in control.
Needing can be taken as pleasing ,don't show blame if your the helping hand ,negativity will just leave all aghast

Hidden lagging lament showing slowly  as the way to self resent ,but now a new way to play has come to stay
A hidden smirk no longer a quirk but a strong sensible smile:) Jubilation part of our candor is now a daily standard
Will the new way of being stabilize into a final foundation ?, with permanent resilience not just a new way to pay
Corruptions can be addicting even to the soul, paranoia in passing is now the new thrill ,euphoria and all that it render. 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.