A Better Taste Than Kale


We Skipped the light appetizer
They had become such a bore
Restaurant was kinda *****, there were cockroaches on the floor
Place was so crowded we did know what was in store
Juke box humming harder as bugs flew across the ceiling
I told them I DIDN'T drink
as the waiter ran away............

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

Vegetarian waiter returned and said "There is no reason"
The truth is obvious to ME !....Would not let Miss miller be!
Flavors quickly falling like a house of recipe playing cards
She said put the meat in the fire I am NOT one of the vegetarian virgins
who came in from the coast, oh my eyes were OPEN!
But the waiters were obviously closed!

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

She said! We are home on shore leave, had plenty of ****** food at sea!
She was SCREAMING for her drinking glass and I was starting to agree !
Recalling King Neptune had warned us about barmaids named mermaid
She was smiling faintly and once again began her plea!

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE!

Sound of music was stronger than the waiter who was a Queen
Didn't know the front from his own behind.
The truth is the restaurant was not very clean
We had not ordered, starting to eat the menu cardboard
Making us miss that ocean meal and the shipboard bed
Smells and sounds HER VOICE come quickly

So not much later she cried rather have a mater or a tater
Miss Miller SCREAMED her tale
In her face you could plainly see
She cried there has to be a better taste than KALE

A LADDER TO THE TOP

Looking up but seeing nothing ,not yet understanding how to take that first step

Sitting down is not a good start for standing up ,accepting or finding a hand that we can hold

Walls grower smaller  leaving minds enclosed ,without a new view will we set a pace to escape

Can't see what is lowest when your on the bottom,starting a new cycle will have to be bold

Pushing outward against the exterior  will we finally hear echoes from the halls,receiving sounds from another stage

Passions must begin from within, growth becoming preservation, paying our dues as the pages begin to unfold

Maybe more magic or mystic if places or answers stay hidden,but how can truth be found if we remain locked in a cage

No opposite forces apply when reaching for the sky,step by step ,rung by rung gradually a new story is waiting to be told

Time is never forgiving, making those steps has too become a larger part of true living
many unknowns to equate  

Progression felt as we flow upward learning to live life with no handrails or judged by others scales ,adding height while becoming more composed

Left asking if adding more extensions will provide strength or blindly lead us to another closed gate. R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freaks frolicking standing aside while the princesses make their leaps

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

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

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

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

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.

Every story has to have a beginning , hustling and rustling & pulling weeds fit my immediate need
  Trapped in time is the only crime or a need or inward desire for just more to admire
The smell of grass & gasoline mixed with koolaid ,first cuttings free, for practice to bring me up to speed
Trials are telling of the ways future elders acknowledge your pay,still skipping and dreaming.payment not yet dire

  As visions are fed by outsiders & blind fantasy, simple samples may no longer satisfy
Wanting ,willing waiting , but a naive train still needs to be boarded carefully ,slow better than the mish mash
Finally a chance to earn instead of merely learn ,one venture handed forward but now 100 percent expected to ratify
  The saying goes, when  left to our own devices , now time to play the hand ,make our own brand with no balderdash

First question the hardest, wanting simply to know, what you really do not know ,inexperience already taking it's toll
Timing is now a benefit , straight up and willing to take on any new propositions can be seen as a strength
Not when will  you be willing, but WHEN are you willing to throw your soul into the fray ,making new knowledge is now the common goal
Bring it to me you scream ,want is over riding need ,just a first chance to cash in you plead ,just the beginning not seeing the length

Briskly we awake ,wanting to show unknown fortitude,  for new lessons being  learned  ,labors to be rewarded
Sent over there, having no idea what it may impair ,but learn as we go lessons are often left open at both ends
Managed to make a way through those first days ,facing larger obstacles can now be gains to be accorded
Now a on a pace entered into the great race,survival soon to take over,survival or succulence ,searching for the almighty dollar
and the many many way it spends..................R.C.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

AROUND THE CORNER

Has it all really ended this way ,so abrupt ,did we ever believe there were proper rules

Starting with a simple path ,looking out ,moving on ,no reasons to fear

Trails & trials, simplest of words bunched into files, merely collecting samples some basic others held as jewels

Wading forward, occasionally stuck in the muck & mire,when slipping in  time,  switch a gear

Why bother to say it if you weren't going to play it ,lessons in hindsight so often overlooked

Final finish came without notice, leaving reversal irrelevant,left with simple knowledge of each day we should revere

Mid life not in crisis but simple evaluation can be revealing,  merely more pages to read in hopefully a longer book

Full circle, 360 degrees what is the comparison for completion,which direction are we supposed to stear

Wink,blink or a nod ,fast & faster is how long time may last ,did we remember to listen to that babbling brook

Unknown with a scent of caution, but not using  true fear to  take another swath

Greatest gorge to minor indent, move forward with strong intent,pure beauty when found  will become quite clear. R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BEAUTIFUL BIRD

Beautiful bird came to me this morning ,sat staring down it's beak giving me the eye so to speak

Startled I just stayed still ,amused for the moment at my new feathery friends free will

We both looked bored finally it blinked ,winking back was my answer to show I was not weak

Duller colors told me it was a her ,she stepped back, still staring showing no fear

Chirped like I knew her language ,she cackled like she was laughing ,feeling this  bird has some odd mystique ?

Prancing she fluttered and began dancing, keeping step to my tweet,kind of classy like she was at an opening premiere

I smiled and chuckled she stopped and seemed ruffled ,who was I too break up her swagger, some sort of freak

Slightly aghast I leaned back, she was sure making herself known fast, kind of brassy not too austere

Not wanting to be outdone I started to boogie and have some fun,wouldn't want some old bird to think I was a geek

Conversing with a bird may seem absurd but always a lesson to be learned another new rule to appear

We had said our hellos time to clack our goodbyes maybe to meet again if she wants too show me some new technique . R.C.

BEGINNING TO END

In the beginning we never see a future or how our beginning is an unknown journey

Messes made of bodies minds and souls even with best intent we lose ownership undecisive we pay daily rent

Mind's eye open with blinders mass infusion removes 20/20 vision, Perception impossible to visualize when retention is blurry

Hard to nurture an unknown future, fail to feel gain when part of our conception of the addiction is the pain, withdrawal easier that trying to comprehend

Living in an ocean always floundering, current washes us out in a foamy flow living a ride against the tide, perpetual sinking easier on water that is murky

New friendship to replace hardship examples work if listening, best result is strength gained from sharing pain, first truths hardest to transcend

Making our way day by day, open mind policy is here to stay, flexible function permanent not stuck at the junction, moving on easiest when not frozen in worry

First step hard and largest, short paths still open large maps, reading them becomes part of our internal assent

Hard to heal a wound until it is found, injuries remain open when always removing the stitches, discovery best part of recovery

Hard to listen when always apprehensive, shell hard to break when feeling everyone is on the take, true freedom found when knowing we can become our own best friend

Sense of self hardest to find is felt rather from words or from books on a shelf,learn as we go finding something we did not know, basic lessons now part of self-preservation, life can no longer be taken as humbly R.C.

BIRDS,BEES,RELEASED


Busy bird fluttering on my soul, hidden meaning what will be it's role

Caged for contempt unwilling to repent ,inept inside desiring early release

Facing a failed future ,forced into a silent interior,should we seek a new goal

Flexible figures can face the wind ,standing upright, will the doubt decrease

Taking daily tests trying to remove the torture,join the pieces to make whole

Face to face before & after has become a lifelong race,pain will only increase

Left looking out leaves more room for doubt,daily ritual takes it's toll

Left lingering ,restless then mindless meandering, but also time for a new belief

Seeing them soaring leaves my mind exploring ,will new visions need an overhaul

Bees countless trips produce plentiful pollen,requiring endless work but bringing great relief

Taking a new view mind partially askew ,past lessons played out ,but ready to remain open and face each new squall.R.C.

BIRDS,BEES,RELEASED

Busy bird fluttering on my soul, hidden meaning what will be it's role

Caged for contempt unwilling to repent ,inept inside desiring early release

Facing a failed future ,forced into a silent interior,should we seek a new goal

Flexible figures can face the wind ,standing upright, will the doubt decrease

Taking daily tests trying to remove the torture,join the pieces to make whole

Face to face before & after has become a lifelong race,pain will only increase

Left looking out leaves more room for doubt,daily ritual takes it's toll

Left lingering ,restless then mindless meandering, but also time for a new belief

Seeing them soaring leaves my mind exploring ,will new visions need an overhaul

Bees countless trips produce plentiful pollen,requiring endless work but bringing great relief

Taking a new view mind partially askew ,past lessons played out ,but ready to remain open and face each new squall.R.C.

Black Room
In the Black room with walls of black curtains when my mind was vacation

Starlings became personal darlings, Dark eyes gather no moonbeams

Holding back all daylight, Dark blocks the vision like mental images in remission

Stuck in this Pace with a mysterious shadow, where Grey would seem bright no glow on the edges

You cried NO ropes could hold you, NO ONE would scold you, still left in the darkness with a mind and body in detention

Bought the ticket, covered all windows, Create a sad time putting my own mind on vacation

        " As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning"

Create a new Line, unknown waiting, for a lost train, restless withering

Ghosts unseen, traces of  those faces hide from themselves, Shadows outside always creeping

Party with a rough crew, her smile a hint of kindness in the dark night

Old wounds left open, never forgotten, like scary traces where the shadows talk to themselves

Return to a jungle mindless dark eye, time for redressing open new windows, unfriending Starlings

Letting light into the dark, creates new shadows that are no longer afraid of themselves. R.C.

BLOOD,SWEAT & BEERS

New dawn new day cup of joe to begin the day,starting in line helping to create more urban decay

Waiting out winters feeding the flock, spring warmth brings bringing ceaseless hours for that new crop

Daily mail brings new news while men in a truck pick up the muck,while another prepares to make repairs while caught up in the drudgery  

Clerks & cashiers line up with peers at home behind desks or registers ,more & more simply wanting to beat that clock

Many in uniform protecting the rest from the next storm ,defending all of us & themselves stubbornly

Famous factories forged many generations in fire ,painting a lifestyle for many to admire,building a nations foundation in solid rock

Times change ,full circle to a broad range ,equal rights brings new light ,hoping to help move many upwardly

Wheels of rubber or of steel always moving ready to help seal a deal ,someone at the helm across the nation or around the block

Many more labor with lumber like ants on erector sets,from floors to steeple ,finalizing with grass & shrubbery

Miles of coastline mean fisherman don't flounder,line or net they get what they get anything to feed the ever growing flock

Others eager to learn for new knowledge they do yearn ,teachers take on the task to guide the classrooms fortunately

So paid in  sweat equity or in blood for the brood,  many gather at the end of the day
but never forget to tip the barmaid or tender at your local brewery. R.C.

Begins while still babbling, fluffing their feathers but showing them how to open a door
Cradling while still wobbling , cleansing refreshing their moving forward is now an obsession
Needs met  in stages, all corners being cut on wages ,personal provisions not as important as before
Finding new futures being seen and needed by others while the maternal grip holds back progression


Swaddling & coddling felt as primal instincts now making it even harder to break the link
Many words spoken of time passing so fast after the fact we are now left aghast
Spoons to forks to  even knives, sippys to slurpees &slipper; slides ,but now on the brink
Crawling on floors to climbing the walls,bringing one up while both become more grownup
soon passages mementos & chronicles are just another generation that has passed

Building a healthy home life while learning from strife ,daily  rituals helping to meet the masses
Transparency of childhood taking on newer levels ,more corners thinking & revealing more opaque
Vibrant with many variables is addicting for all those involved while trying to avoid the view through rose colored glasses
One coming of age while others just age gracefully ,while also hoping life will cut a clean break

Fledgling to   finally  flying ,fashioning fortunes while falling and occasionally fumbling
Brought along with bumps & bruises  mingling with blinks & blushes ,crushes while also caressing
Weights of the world now wait but maybe leaving elders holding the gate,flying to fast leaves them stumbling
Fondness strengthened to unbreakable loyalty no others rising to this level of royalty
the preparation for the separation now comes as a mixed blessing.:) R.C.

Bounty of a Song


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BREAKING FREE
  Re.......leasing me ,letting go, been holding back for a long long while

Not what has past or what has been built to last but why not now find a reason and let go again

Spending to much time staying far away from things deemed vile or softly coddling others to avoid a  rile

Pleasing me, might just take a moment to allow my self a smile,even if it is to the naysayers chagrin

Wink at me, while I blink at thee ,a little fun while awaiting the time to randomly run off & explore a new mile

Don't misunderstand what it means ,not all that it seems, maybe just taking a few moments out to finally win  

When resolution is left suspended in solution,maybe your still hiding, really isn't your style  

Walking through the mind still leaves an open gate, tiring from the wait, wanting to just take a new spin

A simple jaunt  that once reached the equator might now be a serious trial

Why hold back,no longer leader of the pack,looking to the stars maybe just to far
out of view, just something new, not quite so foreign

So a spin of the compass ,no binding that ties us , Up & out like a bird in the warm wind ,explore a sunset & another moonglow in the twilight . R.C.

BRIGHT NIGHT DARK DAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BROKEN MEMORY

Was it a whole illustration or simply an illusion adrift in pieces of my mind

Nothing particular to pick or choose ,reaching into blackness how will I know what was lost

Meandering behind mayhem ,enveloped in precaution,lingering with each new find

Reality wanting to win while we partially block some sin,slow mornings waiting to defrost

Shattered mirrors reflect many images ,particles positioned, connections intertwined


Retrospective reasons fail to fall in line ,but maybe we remain eager to replace them at all cost

Let it rest some might say ,their own thoughts are not just patchwork to play ,climbing
like jungle vine

Staying outside my mind's line ,enter at our own risk,new views often have a twist

Make thoughts work just another twerk,agree for the need would be just fine

Drama dangles never ending angles ,feeds upon weakness while reading that lost list

Maturity should rely upon sincerity ,popping bubbles from past crashes should help enlighten ,clearing our mind to help our futures shine R.C.

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

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.

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.

Camouflaged Caskets

Best of a generation first to shout with passion, didn't stand idle ready to march to battle

Cemeteries more famous than the quarrel, become markers for its members

Personal diary lost in history, now next in line of people mixed in raw data

Mausoleum, crematorium even more buried at sea, just a mark on a map where they take their final nap, they lie alone in that zone whether airman soldier's or sailor's

Hearse did roll so silent , not a hint of anything violent, Tears flowing have a universal language, sounds like rain marking pain, form a storm covered by dark clouds

Paths of life mixed in strife, roads paved with headstones sealed with blood, marched on by friend or foe, they become a still frame in someone's mind

Real lives in disguise, their destiny not discreet, many tags moving, dog tags on top, toe tags on bottom, So many wars largest given numbers

Disturbing ritual never ending vigil, Final decision a true gamble, no trial it is final, certificate for family's wall is all that is signed, do those crosses stand as symbols

Who will know in the end what was right, under the scope does their life bring hope, does the death bring Peace with honor, are they now a new generations instructors

Does dirt disguise their demise, death mask worn like a fashionable veil, flag on a casket worn as a shroud hides a soul's pride, connects all cultures takes all comers, final march guided by deaths Angels.
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........

Affecting inner senses partial to pleasant ,seeking new ways to change  the now neutral palette
Separating  perceptions with even greater lucidity ,unknown to many while delving deeply into others
Fractional feelings while faint help to form strong bonds, temperatures  rising ,possibly burning only to stimulate
Bases are building blocks, solid but receptive to adding on for further employing frameworks forming futures

Acclimation is leading to a  degradation ,instead of frolicking in the flexibility of our  changing taste
Manners and motions becoming redundant , left feeling flippant and unfocused ,never noticing a cause or effect
simple mannerisms becoming so pale , worlds revolving while we get stale ,losing the appreciation in the haste
Basic known as bland ,begging for release to uplift and simply please ,waiting with something new to detect

Attractions don't have to be delusions ,needing to mix our sensations in order to define further conclusions
Variety is the spice of life, but often we block or stand blind, never allowing life to simply function or flow
Becoming connoisseurs or simply following recipes of others ,making adjustments ,trying to be not caught in illusions
Minor matters require sprinkles,simply a subtle hint ,long stewing or tougher cuts more & deeper flavor for a better show

Lifes plot becoming a larger *** ,attracting scents ,sights,temperatures, bounty is ever present if we take the time to realize
Do they say he was savoring the sodium when referring to the "Old salt" is she a jalapeno? while a seductress
Favored reactions gradually being based on past actions ,flavored so with sentiments, or helping hands of others we that may idealize
Pleasures as piquant ,good taste is not without savour , making the way from tasteless, new life's vitality can be brought by a waitress :) 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.

How many squares on the checker board , one against one comes with an allowance
letting another progress so to see the weakness make a play but when will they pay
Color not as important as numbers ,actions still being based on reactions, secretly basking on their incompetence
Progression can be placid or briskly making its way to persevere, paving  a hidden path seen as the winning way

seeing just squares on a board rectangles have four sides ,then why not four players
Red and Black are known as blood and death, is an unknown hidden mire behind the supposedly simple game
Check and balances is often a tale of life, opposing sides as part of strife ,are we to be patrons or purveyors
Positive motions  moving forward often with hidden emotions ,outside actions can not interfere others can make a counterclaim

Passively we can make allow a process, shifting a game without showing shame, while the partner pays the penance
Premeditation using a  shadowy mindset is now an advantage, parceled out  as actions instead of knee **** reactions
Cresting high creating confusion can create new abilities rather than the perceived disabilities when making a play against tenants
Small disks now taking on a new role with different risks ,stacking for strength ,focusing while also shifting still hiding our passions

Piece to piece ,place to place, face to face, laid out on the table ready to begin realizing only one will be left to guard the stable
flip of a coin to decide the beginner, but many processes will be engaged ,passing on ,leaning back before we decide a true winner
Mid game break or mid life crisis ,the surrounding hushes or whispers happen making an unknown mark yet to have a true label
Payed with the subconscious and some sweat ,hopefully no act has made something possible so we're not seen a just a beginner R.C.

CIRCUMSTANTIAL ADDICTION

Possibly providing early pleasure, roaming in the moment,soaking in perceived passion

Unforeseen future,risking random rendezvous,what is not known is never seen

Few intentionally defile, no goal to pursue anything vile,yet a path is laid by their action

Safely sampling simple treasure without a true measure,so much just becomes routine

Much to our dismay quickly caught up in a fast array,simple pleasure no longer part of the attraction

What will it be that makes that early plea? slow pace to a full blown race,starts with caffeine maybe ending with amphetamine

Youths candy is indeed dandy,sipping slurpees slipping into sugar diabetes silent diseases forming from recreation

Mellow urge before the surge ,avid appetites flowing ,mild appetites growing to affinity

Beliefs are blind to habits formed,  fantasy world forms from infatuation

New age of games bring new pains  stayed clear of beer now a new hurdle to clear

Each taste a test ,with skills learned from pain we face each day with veracity .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.

CLENCHING THE CRUTCH

  Naturally in need we gather together never losing a desire for a shoulder as we grow older

Babbling babes needing moms but also giving as much as they acquire

Separate but coming together as one ,even early games requiring more than one card holder

"Lean on me" or me on thee,singles to doubles makes it easier to pick up the rubble or put out the fire

Alone or lonely the singular verbiage can be cured with some care a simple share ,a little warmth when it's colder

Merely a prop to help if we drop ,how deep seated the need how much of the others soul does another require

Becoming one, a necessary achievement, is it possible to gain this without a buoy as life adds another folder

Working alone sensible for some ,better when another will listen to our groan or give us someone to admire

Two to tango or more to Fandango ,better than dancing alone ,together more fun  than being a loner

Non typical hired help they would do the job for free ,so enjoy a helping hand a striking conversation ,is easier to make each other smile:) 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.

COLLECTIONS

Oh the endless possibilities,all that is or will become within our sight to be touched  smelt or  felt

Personal memorabilia builds into more than recollections ,from buds to blossoming into full blown obsessions  

Numismatic  fancy word for adding another to the ***,dates or weights all pitching towards the wealth

Postcards from yonder,seashells to make us wonder,each time feeling more & more obliged to add another to our possessions

Many admire a rhyme another note always gets their vote ,passion play often the only way, sounds helping their health

Never hear of a person acquiring empty shelves,books will fill any nook ,stacked vertical or leaned horizontal,their words have answered many questions

Rag doll & a race car now turned to bunches of Barbies spinning Hot Wheels
their true beauty just another notch in the belt

Ticking of clocks always keeping time ,some require mere cases, meager to monstrous taking on entire museums

Sending a simple letter has now gone postal,finding that rare picture will make their hearts melt

Garbles of marbles across from mismatched matchbooks,their  appeal is real
as we add more pieces

Bats & ***** gathering dust,minor leaguers gained no fame ,now  junk transformed to memorabilia their distinction now unparalleled  

Avon calling the scent once a common present,not so old bottles now treated like divas

Knick or nack another's brick brack  maybe a future adorers prize
our simple junk adds some *****,past brought to present at a glance
those many baubles just waiting to be shared. R.C.  

Collections Of A Scattered Mind

Awoke in daylight barely on the edge of twilight, before feet hit the floor suddenly forced to count the score

Days without sleep the price now obvious but steep, began routine while slowly realizing a change has been made

Too often has been played off bright blush part of the bluff, I know now was simply hiding what was truly in store

First signs slowly coming out, so used to vertigo the floor was tilted and I did not know, morning mingling familiar cranium tingling, hints come in pieces slowly showing how the body or mind has decayed

Morning motions coming around unaware if something was lost so often surprised when it is found,  done many times before at least the countdown not starting from a floor

Flowing moments floating on an edge felt deeply as if a member of a secret club, many others search for hidden clues and wonder if their dues have been paid

Begin a checklist while lost in the foggy mist, reflections come as voids or in triplicate listless and lost, images mixed liked work socks in the top drawer

Views narrow but as my mind widens come in bursts that truly hurt, not a major concern as I have learned, still checking the list for new issues to be displayed

Realize as I analyze simple motions become a hard notion, thickness of time part of the illness mind and body wading through waters waiting to come ashore

My mind like a broken chain, scattered links come together slowly form bringing strength, as it grows longer my brain is stronger, only time ends this mindless charade

Making better connection with what is now a concoction or collection of my scattered mind, my brain is empty waiting for the river of knowledge to refill the reservoir

Now aware this day will be played but on ever changing stage, not to regress like taking a familiar test, best to take things light without fright as my mind brings down another barricade
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.

Consequence Of Color

Pink or blue does it heighten or enlighten, subtle hue adds significance for you

As we look out to take it all in, perception can mean lose or win, Is our impression singular or merely another's misconception?

Simple samples shown easily through kids and crayons, examples hidden whether subtle or brilliant each contrast another view

Tinctures telling tales, basic rainbows bring unique reflections of our mind, internal ambiance shown through an aura, each making its own impression

Emotions evolve light added as earth revolves, absorb a portion realize a new layer feeling wind as it blew one day red another blue

Mother earth offers endless choices, awash in bountiful brilliance, birds butterfly's flowers show passion and power, each shade offers their unique expression

Mixing more than just an amalgamation open to a mind's imagination, Perceptions made quickly; would we see fear if it were clear, giving the color a voice is changing and new

Is there a goal what is its role? bold never grows old, brilliance of a crown brings smile not a frown, greys reflect depression while a red cross shows protection

Suburban rainbow in beige doesn't express happiness, color giving it depth and soul, white picket looks alone green feels with drawn, hard to tell me from you new shades easy to misconstrue

All that glitters is not Gold, metal readily reveals its identity, shiny means money, black iron shows strength, grey steel bars scream detention

Kaleidoscopes offer boundless mixtures, white as pure but prisms open minds, Life hope weakness hate each shade holds a symbol, pigments add dimension dark memories not easy to undo

Craving The Color

Is it and wonder we crave the color

Many angles to finagle our desire, beauty or scent heartfelt softness of each petal

Nothing simple why their symbolic from pompous too bucolic, varies from culture to culture

Bold as gold Crimson luster exudes from a cluster, shared by saints or signs of a devil

Gardeners pay a price when handling the bramble, drops of blood reflect each blossom, beauty is worth the gamble

Favorite tint carries a hint of wisdom, white as purity, mellow yellow brings joy, BIG and BOLD or pastel is soft and gentle

Countless days dependent on the image meshed with chocolates become almost redundant, sinners or winners they are laid across the saddle

Bride and groom enter a room share in the passion, her rosy cheeks polished pink, Piano softly plays "The Rose "
making each feel special !
R.C.

DAILY DOSE


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DANCING THE DANCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DARK SIDE OF A RAINBOW, ,DARK RAINBOW

Awakened to a shimmering light bring us out of the darkest night

Easily showing it keeps growing ,can such a broad spectrum be covered by grey

Lumber from our slumber,slim wishes for the day ,what will be found to make the afternoon bright

Hidden deeply behind daily shadows will make bringing a band of color closer even harder to stay

Maintaining mundane mindsets, becoming locked into the lowdown, needing that crack in the glass to let in some light

Gradual gradation slowly shows it's beauty ,brightening the darkest corners is it's way

Bland can be burdensome with no outlets for pressures ,then simple specters delight

Clouds can form many formulas ,brewing,billowing into blackness but as the sun shines through relaxing into a true versicolor display

Globally roaming in a battle of adversity,sometimes brightly beaming  or closing darkening bring about fright

Displayed across a valley marbled mosaics showing the prisms before the darkness  won't let it play

Blinded by blackness most remain sedated while others accept iridescence,
with it's colored arc we remain pacified .R.C.

Deja Vu Repeat

Locked in time renew a familiar view hitting replay of the same old rhyme

Not a dream as many might say it seems, or illusion and delusion or sinister scheme

Stopped in motion, fraction from a vision, not locked out similar to stuck in, lost in a ruse easy to confuse often crosses a fine mental center line

Full range from stored images, reflections of recollections left spinning in a round room made of mirrors, each a different theme

Grand or simple thoughts trapped abruptly unwrapped, even seen as sinister by a minister that wants us to repent, demons or angels, neither is divine

Old time feeling came again just to leave me reeling, Comes and goes how or when nobody knows, future thoughts cannot be foreseen

With a wink in a blink images stepping forward never a warning, moment of mayhem to fast to be a coward, another journey stuck in time

Mental pictures like flashcards with similar frames, same game on repeat with a new theme

Not a clue of when it might end, like an email stuck on send, never planned or something grand, thoughts brought forward from the back of our mind

Fast or painfully slow, icy cold or warm glow, similar paths along a straight row, high fall from a white wall, patterns and colors flash over then repeat, another view from a familiar scene

This incident another increment, fraction segmented placed on hold, splice of a memory, stuck on forward then reverse, just time that we did not rehearse

Explanations seem futile unless they have truly done this before, splice of a memory, stuck on forward then reverse, just time that we did not rehearse, Similar segment or unknown fragment, another glimpse we survive

Deja Vu is coming through will see it all again, when I have seen it all before why begin a familiar spin with an unknown end, take it all in as temporary rental on mental hygiene R.C.

DIRT AND PEACE

Began so perfectly prepared & polished ,even breathing brings in clean air

Slowly bit by bit speck by speck  the view grows larger and increasingly blocked by a smudge

Begins at the table,juicy RED lips with some dark pudding on the fingertips ,new found joy much to mom's despair

Now more glory bright green grass to add to the story,making it's mark on knees and palms welcoming us into a new club

First color contrast brought out by crayons,each new hue is something more to  share

Watching rain form a puddle building a new place to muddle ,won't it be great to make that plunge

Leaving the clear confines of the blue pool for the greens and browns of a pond ,what is hidden we don't care

Really starting to dig it now,maybe hidden treasure or just worms,really loving this new grunge

New found attitude, will there be play today ,muddling with the mud do we dare

Reasons in life no longer negative ,dreams of anthropology or good for ecology all just more reasons to flirt with the dirt. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DREAM IN THE DARK

Backed into a corner ,laying low looking forlorn why can't it simply be bright in the morn

Brightest entrance  steering me across the house's floor,one step too many dropping again below another dank cellar door

Maybe moments saved in reserve so all the danger is a temporary stranger,laying in wait like the next storm

How often have we been blinded by bliss,feelings hidden by a warm kiss that carries to our core

Images split when lacking grit our common way is with wit,some days linger ,will it sap all our strength to mourn

Blessed are the babies with basic needs,growth desires deep energy ,adding life in layers ,good or bad but always more

We let our minds play fancy, not reaching in to deep just gently dancing ,silent edges become the norm

Nothing old is near what we can not feel can not be feared,simple suppression now a common daily chore

Many may plead to open up,hard to  pour from an empty cup,what can be built with an empty form

Rock solid not even a blink,emotion controlled through a wink,stone cold ,lacking passion leaves little to explore

Long buried inhibitions can't make an exhibition,  keeping commotion buried will just leave us harried,sometimes facing rearward can leave us reborn.R.C.

DREAM LOCKDOWN

We let our minds play fancy, not reaching in to deep just gently dancing

Strolling along ,riding astride in a cautious glide,mimicking many nights before

Locked in a sterile rhythm  avoiding a mental collision,softly we stay prancing

Destiny never asked for, now never answered,nothing lost, nothing to restore

Drift into the night no interest in former plight,simply never know what the future is planning

Remember those VIVID visions,not lost still interned,left inside for us to deplore

Relaxing  pleasantly  lacking contention ,easily laying down without becoming draining

Blind to what is outside the walls ,shielded from the abyss not seeking to explore

Meek mild not thinking to wild ,pillows our new protection marking twilight without explaining

Will it be cheating if not recreating, unexplained actions as if being forced to recall such gore

Playing along is not wrong ,we have not seceded or been defeated, but managing to live and learn as we are changing. R.C.