ALONE IS NOT AN ILLNESS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LASTING PAST

How long before it can all be forgotten ,how do we determine when it has finally come to rest

Will tomorrow rest upon the shoulders of my youth,needing or wanting a reason for a connection

Buried or layed to rest ,left in idle or running wild,memories in our mind often left with something to remove from our chest

Journey of a lifetime taken in simple steps,often the weight from the footprint will sit and grow like an soul infection

Days rolling along ,then suddenly stopped, marking time in moments,heat rising ,time again to stave off the stirring hornets nest

Taking a TIGHT grip or will we let it slip ,so much of life now carried  on that moments fate ,lingering on  with memories and reflection

Swarthy it is swimming in like a succubus upon my bed  ,remaining unaware, still to take care before I become the one possessed  

Fading Phantoms forming, arising from flamboyant flames,is leaning towards the heat helping me to always keep the connection

Tested frequently ,staying above then slipping subliminally ,often measured in grains the weight we can digest

Living life with hidden strife will not be right  until we learn to divide past & future giving proper time for redirection

Life not meant to be a sojourn journey,fleeting mind can be unkind ,bring the past to task, continue forward, each day of happiness now the true test. R.C.

SATURATED IN SONG

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RIGHT IT IN A SONG


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

Positive annotations bring out good vibrations switching emotions from deep inside

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

Internal grudges needing nudges, memorable melodies forcing fonder sensations outside

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

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

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

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

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

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

IMAGINE HER SLEEPING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BY THE DROP

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRUST IN THE FOOTSTEPS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TALKING TO OURSELVES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MESSAGES FROM THE STORMS/LIFE IN A STORM


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE FLOW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WALKING SENSIBLY

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

Fetching memories or finding new flowing fountains of fauna and flowers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phoenix Rising

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SLAVE TO SOLITUDE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FROWN UPSIDE DOWN

What will be my reason today to make the frown obey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ANOTHER DAY IN LIFE



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strength of A Tear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MENTAL MAGIC


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DREAM DEPENDENCY


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

UNFINISHED BOOK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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