DREAM SEQUENCE

Flighty mind slowly taking it's toll,quest for simple rest having eluded even the best

Finding flowing rhythms a constant quest ,searching constantly for a moment's contentment

Minds energy backwashed onto a mellowing brain,we want but are left oppressed

Finding seclusion is the ultimate solution ,bodies needing this simple investment

Splashing memories make bad bedfellows ,mellowed mind traded for distressed

Daily drama deliberately dealt with ,caressing ourselves to crash,not wanting to be menaced

Fantasy fiddling on the edge with reality ,playing roundabout as our emotions are caressed

Create a phantom with pharmaceuticals with no guidelines to follow, searching for a method

Broad imaginations bridled must be put on idle to receive repose ,holding back becomes harder to accept

Wash away the wisdom of the day ,try to find that neutral space ,blacking out to much reality ,just needing the noises to be deafened . R.C.

DRIFTING ON CLOUDS OF THE DAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DRINKING NEW DAWNS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

EARLY RISER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Earth Songs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minutes of the morning turning to hours of afternoons

Carrying the weight of the day on the evening breeze

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

Hints of light despite the falling back, glancing through

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

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

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

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

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

EMOTIONAL CONFETTI
Fluctuating feelings,endless raindrops flowing freely in our minds beginning with weeping...
Simple expressions smirking, smiling never beguiling picking up perceived perceptions...
Gradually graduating, waiting to be defined curiosity as a helper.
Adding to a emotional list,simple samples to leave us smiling, storing fledgling perceptions.
Growth of anonymous senses without pretenses layering in levels loosely stacked.
Unknown actions can create new consciousness clear paths rapidly become another titillation,unfocused, acquiring new knowledge of our senses.

Fables or cut & dried on a table, reminders of danger, more learning is required, to be careful, actions have reactions.
Middle aged resilience leans towards laziness , simple lessons idly waiting, rising or raging hormones...
Maybe now reverting back to to an open minded teenage mess.
Stop,think, forward with learned caution ,processing procedures or fall into flagrant mating.
The lessons learned thrown aside, spontaneity instead of logic, not reasoning for future distress.

Friendly, finicky, joyful, jovial, anxious, regressing, positive, become life shaping a personality.
Lessons falling from skies ,bubbling from underneath, like it or not always along the pathway
Absorbing through language, actions, maybe lineal, inherited...then sharpened to become more an internal part of our individuality.
In stages - never really understanding the gauges - a deeper spirit ,developing whit clamoring, climbing up a bit.
Finding feelings, new intensities, finding with more fervour, progressing with new sentimentality...

Fluctuating with a daily play, goodness with glee, sadness with wrath, passion with affection...
Sensibility - gifted through experiences - leading to instinct, forming, acquiring apathy.
Flowing like chad, ribbons of color, grandiose glitter - as if from an exploding pinata. A distraction or attraction...

Do we learn to love or live to love?
Left with only what we've lived...
The feeling; our only collection. R.C.

ENVISIONING FREEDOM

Suddenly a sight but this time not such a fright, sanctuary soon to be seen

Redeemed but hoping to help my new soul find strength that just yesterday was not possible

Sordid link seems always on the brink, will we be left drawing from the  dark or breaking out to once again shine

Practical is turning into placid left in limbo we have become lucid leaving us to design something more practical

Making do quickly runs out of room needing the enlightenment not always gloom facing front to win or resign

Making new markers from faded visions,  random wisdom now aligned ,once irrational made satiable

Practical resolution of our plight is not in play ,we now pick puzzle pieces to help redesign

Forced wisdom is now turned into a symptom finding new light to aid our rhythm daily goals transitioning into something more passable

Win lose or draw Happiness and freedom is our new law ,simple ideal don't let it repeal to not try the best for simple happiness would surely be a crime R.C.

FALL BACK


Leaving the searing sins of summer behind to take a milder approach

Longer brighter days left begging as the sun sets  closer and closer to the evening news

Early is still warm but with a cool night, removing an hour will help lighten the load

Home is divided between heating or cooling ,but cuts bills that gives us the blues

Early autumn whispering, green leaves still glistening ,watching the beautiful blossoms erode

Whistling winds no longer as warm, chilly nights more the norm , changing clothing a game of pick & choose

Frequent freezes still blocked by late summer breezes,longer nights mean the day has slowed

Soon dreams of cider and rich apple pies will ring true,switching from salads to hearty stews

Casual shorts & t shirts changed out for long pants & flannel ,not quite ready for those heavy sweaters to be sewed

Final warning to prepare ,wild winters do not care ,first frost means higher cost ,seal all holes ,block all winters air unless you live in an igloo.

Last winters memory lost ,spring also faded ,settling out of summer for the upcoming beauty of Fall and all she will bestow. R.C.

FATHERS DAY
Love sure has a way of making certain things easy
Has been the simplest most fulfilling trip I've ever put myself on
Watching a ****** mind embrace Life has been contagious,reminding me to remain upright,keeping it simple but strong.
Watching her growth succeeds in reminding ME of my oath

I love the rapture, an overwhelming sensation of knowing some basic tasks that have been taught,a simple verse,an action,meaningless to the other millions of minions,will maybe stay & strengthen
stabilize,becoming a personality that can develop
a new generation. Rick "DAD"

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

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

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

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

FEATHERING THE NEST  


Started the race naked and wanting, reaching out accepting whatever they give

Blanket and warm ***** meet our needs,drop of milk from our only true friend

At first we adjust because we must ,unknowing there was a choice,simple acceptance to help us live

Bringing more into the cradle,baubles then glee with that first rattle,everyone helpful all so kind

Finding how to function brings more gumption ,then wanting more goods is another way to help us jive

Well placed placards,voices always ringing then another singing,constant selling ,has over consumption left us all blind

Basics  being lost ,frivolous thought have a cost ,  matching bedspreads with a bathroom and maybe even my car now a vice

So much all around hard to focus on one sound,from simple notes to a full orchestra we have been redesigned

Does lacking leave us grieving will our need bring us up to speed,that new want be satisfied by the next

Will more blankets bring added warmth ,stacks of staples leave us satisfied,needing only one at a time leaves the others nullified

With age brings wisdom,but have we gained from when Mom was our guiding light pretty packages leaving us in a trance are the real issues being addressed. R.C.

FEELING A SUNRISE

Beauty came to my ears as she sang about the hours before the dawn

Blinded by the darkness awaiting our fate ,her supreme light to make us bright

Harshness of the frost  numbing,  waiting  for the strength to be shown

Thirsty needing quenched, life to be restored with the new light

Sunset succumbed into the dark ,reflections in the twilight are being drawn

Fluttering of their wings, hackles of the grackles raised,their chirps will soon bring new delight

Making of a day with pitch black in the way,patience in place, brightness soon to make all strong

Each cycle leaves a separate passion on the planet,with the  warmth all living things have come to rely

Wasting away longing  for luminescence,smiling all the while knowing the new brilliance will leave me warm

Broken twilight,misty moonglow love the lingering and feeling the flow but the overwhelming genesis, her rise will bring strength in large supply. R.C.

FEELING INNER ENERGY

Often what we need is all around ,falling light,simple sound,lost until we actually look

Splash of rain momentarily a pain is the life's blood for most all living

Strolling into the wind are we  flustered  as it makes us bend or thankful for the coolness as we walk

Life is dealt in spades ,take pleasure with each treasure,tokens accepted then gladly given


Practice makes perfect is our daily plan,what will work,made in haste or taken from a book

When will we see to set our own stage ,break free from a cage,watch our narrow path widen

Accepting but still hesitant ,await what could be bright or will it bring us down,something hidden, wanting to revoke


Strength from within harnessed,finding new drive,  watching it build ,maybe something new on the horizon

Reflections in hindsight build inner muscle,Lessons earned when willing to uncloak

Who pays the penance, where will we retrieve the vigor when left lacking  will we see the vision

Finding more room in our soul becomes an unforeseen role ,adjusting each day
like an artist from a simple sketch to that final masterstroke. R.C.

FEELING THE FOCUS

   When you peer into their eyes are they gleaming or scheming
   Awaiting the finality,heavy iron, stamping steel, dealt or dealing

   Making a decision,fast ,faster or grinding slowly maybe revealing
  still part of the cast,recessed but present ,grey but with feeling


  The highlight of the day ,enlightenment  is a chuckle from a box

A pin ***** will reveal rising or falling,encryption awaiting a description

Daily dose no longer measured in cups or cans ,now with capsules milligrams ,c.c.'s & shots

Far flung adventures simply ignored ,gains we made repaid in pain,life's chapters awaiting a final edition

Call from the hall is it final? mark another minute ,muse from the news appearing more & more like robots

Still daily fun can be found as we dilly dally listening to silly sally, our grin has become the new ammunition

List from a bucket now turned into a tale from a pail,less attention paid to flowcharts

Daily thought more passive replacing anxious or fraught,most matters taking on a new definition

Today time is quickly lost, move forward at all cost, no time for a recount,luckily we've paid the price now with knowledge to hurdle new roadblocks.R.C.

FEELS SO GOOD

Feels so good to feel so fine the depth of the internal cavern can not be seen

Nothing can please me more than to know the true score of the path I have laid & where it leads

Unfettered emotion flowing, even the blinks bring a smirk ,the blackest night serene & clean

Glowing so great ,running about why must we wait, beauty among the flowers without noticing the weeds

Oh all the ways we have played, think about it, would we have rather stayed now that we know the view was so pristine

Held back so many times I now have the utmost urge to splurge,Jumping to the forefront  not just our immediate needs

Past performance be ****** ,shut that gate take my eyes off my lingering fate
merely a moment's notice to let'em roll on number thirteen

Those frisky feelings might corrupt the dealings ,but a simple price to pay
if wanting collect to on life's receipts

Break out a favorite band maybe a party at hand! colored lights & carousels
Jumping UP holds a lot of clout when it is with the energy of a teen

Juke joints or sock hops ,keggers or peace party's or Monster Mosh takes some grit
simply a faster way to absorb life's treats

So Sunshine or rain won't let my smile wain to pass it on,shake their hands so they get a grip whispering to let it rip as we're heading off to sights unseen

Filling The Glass ,Tipping the Glass

We all drink from the same cup, sent daily items of old or new to partake

By the drop or a great flood how we receive always open to how we perceive

Some deviation fills it to over flow with frustration, leaving the faucet open is often our mistake

Whether a P-ism or O-ism overthinking leaves less time for drinking, when always full which side do we believe

View often distorted if not open to what was reported, will this elixir be clear or opaque

Often coursing with ice cold fluid mixed with hot untempered solvent, when we mix this to warm the flow won't burn or freeze

Pint pitcher tub, puddle pond lake, brooks streams rivers flow into seas or oceans all will wash us, optional to drown or apply a brake

Paths lead many places, fumbling stumbling will sunlight brighten, enlighten or will it always be midnight with moonlight blocked by the trees

How we each view a concept is nothing new, always a task coming to fast, taking life in leaves a head in a spin, internally we sift real from fake

Awash in a wasteland that has become our over flowing mind, as it fills avoid those chills positive negates negative, face hurricanes as though it were a summer breeze

Finding my glass half full an easier task ,less burden or questions to ask, given a choice reason to rejoice, absorbing that other half shows a reason for that empty space

Playing mind games often reveals our pains, Liquid turns living steel into rust how fast is up to us, new mission requires clear vision, will we stand stall or be left on our hands and knees R.C.

Fill In The Blanks

Hard to sell a tale with no title, words form first thought on how a memory is wrought

Spaces in select places allow ad-lib thinking, would a prescription be useless without the diction

Even or odd numbers owe their life to letters, alphabet soup takes more ingredients to add to the ***

More we learn more we yearn , added phrases written or heard knowledge is power whether from fact or fiction

Treasure the pleasure of the story growing, as we read, we feed getting fuller as we are taught

Languages linger until formed into sentences, phases of phrases come and go with different meaning given or taken, reader or writer hold a unique vision

With no verb Ned is neutral while Nancy in bright neon is fancy, exclamations with explanations add detail, twisting of details in tales thicken a plot

Puzzles can be playful, missing pieces part of its function while also raising a player's stress become part of the addiction

Endless sound to be found come together as notes are formed, while adding lyrics show it as more human from plain or pain or something mystic held happily or healing someone distraught

No rank if pages are blank, only score when they hold more, letters lack meaning until formed into words, sentences grow adding information like more homes in a subdivision

Left in a ledger or record marks time in history, names separating families so their heritage is not a mystery, marks on maps just a spot over which people have always fought

So, take heed as we read marks or letters making us better, sensitive subjects shared sensibly, tablets show early scripture, news now in digital, memories made mental form our personal retention 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.

FINDING ITSELF
So many tunes of love ,have been there & been in doubt, follow the obvious path or take another route

Some seem to start simply building on hope ,foregone conclusions already trying to build a future built on delusions

Same basic story of starting with a solid foundation,brick by brick building, but even a lock & key often take a little jiggle or have some doubt

Did you ever have a shadow of suspicion deep within your mind ,now there is resolution because you've found your own kind & another to whisper the solutions

To many masters & even more fools living is easier but there are still rules
simply needing each other carries the most clout

Seeking early harmony forgetting it is still work ,plenty of time to mark the other a ****, still learning to make individual contributions

Bonded,blended, intertwined like deepening roots of a tree,continually paying a fee
remembering to hold together as it was vowed

Poker made easy when starting with a pair,no bluffing but you can read each others mind,Your call but still seeking solutions

People not able to live without, but then leave many burning bridges ,were bonds ever sealed if always in revolutions?

Others  wandering, while still wondering,suddenly blissful ,blindsided by unseen bonds ,found a singer for the band,affinity & rapport is finally allowed.R.C.

FLICKER FROM THE WICKER

Laughing from above ,sitting on the sidelines ,protected in the shade as if in a private cove

Simple sights and fresh smells , paint that wouldn't wait,spring grasses first cutting

Then that initial burst of color of the tantalizing tulips ,helping daily design of our grove

Robins using their sonar to fish out the worms,noticing the tussle through the roses first budding

Early enough to still have winters dirt ring the trees like a skirt, now time to be un froze

Mid season clash,snow shovels grovel on paths with mowers,new green is encouraging

Fluttering wings bring  life ,seeing their dance hearing them call ,awaiting their next shows

People busy as the bees each chore needed to break winters bore ,taking on tasks is nourishing

Liking softness of sounds against pastel lilacs ,each day now brings bounty as she grows

Fresh chair on the porch overseeing a brightening  lair ,latest ,greatest, sights add more heights to keep our heart pulsing.R.C.

FLOATING NOTES

Morning bells calling ,jolted to rise but our mind and eyelids still falling

Rise from the sack kicked out of the rack ,awakening to find what new price we must pay

Leftover humming from the night is still quite bright ,that unknown sonnet is calling

Wonderful note we now wished was wrote, so that beautiful sound would not go away

Was it a chorus or a lone soul harmonizing ,left grasping, wishing to catch it before it goes missing

Is it a crime to miss a chime ,true longing for that lost rhyme ,it's going away but we want it to stay

Searching for the sonnet,missing a beat ,not quite on it ,in the distance almost hearing but then new notes keep replacing

Was it some old tune or a new poesy to make us more rosey,still calling we stand back but still wishing for the outcry

On the way about the day the sound still resonates yet we must wait ,will the next be wrong when it comes to the gate or again leave us wincing

Constant consonance in the air we just sit and stare,tapping and whistling we will still try

Simply a shanty but it's grip quite uncanny ,all thought we devote for that note  but will that next serenade have us reminiscing . R.C.

FREQUENT FLYER  

Playing a part in public domain can others see what the others contain

We stay or play, manage to be together, will the others anguish remain hidden forever

Gravity keeps us grounded lessons make us well rounded,what is in place to keep us sane

Softness and safety found in sanity,gradually removed with too much pressure

Being kind to the mentally blind may not come naturally, our own inner truths maybe not as easy to maintain

Many feel madness often hidden in the gladness,not noticing cracks in the glass ,will it shatter with the next stressor

Dare we simply say to another deal with it when the deal has already been done,to late to just refrain

Which level do we fail the test aren't we normal if doing our best ,not always our own best judge however

Games people play by letting the mind go astray,something missing or just gaining weight from the strain

Reaching out, often too late but what is left brewing when we wait,time makes its own judgments  but out in the open will we be our best assessor .R.C.

Fresh thoughts from a foaming mind  almost surreal bordering on blind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FRIENDSHIP SCHOOL  FORMING FOUNDATIONS
Don't need an explanation they always know you like they knew you before

After your journey that has been so long, aren't just shadows at the end of the hall

Often travel in pairs nudging with the extra edge to actually takes those dares

They may be leaning your way or you holding up theirs ,picking up the pieces helping to restore

From an early age we help set the stage ,learning the give & take ,watching out for who really cares

Tested internally, somehow growing more energy to give,learning how to open a new door

Guidance is given while simultaneously taken in, unknown importance playing like a bannister on the long stairs

Bashful helped to be bold while maybe too bold put on hold, to often cushioning the space from our heads to the floor

Practice makes perfect,willing to settle for always rehearsing,helping to block the future demons from their lairs

Lean on me or them ,her or him ,kidding with kindness,giving with mindless love, inward or outward devotion is always from the soul  

Merely matching mates is nice to have the balance at any rate ,the weight isn't as great when split into pairs

So extend a hand give a lift help another to manage that next riff,life will be better when true friendship is the next Goal! ...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.

Frozen Willows

Stroll beyond the knoll takes me on a familiar stage,  releasing my mind to higher places

Pacing a trail leading me along an edge, mind divided between forward or reverse

Wandering do I wonder the Cost of color, contemplate reasons for seasons, she reveals her beauty in phases

Frost has a cost, distance lost in an instant, exposed by a sunrise, illusions not easy to coerce

The ice while nice also a vise holding back fodder for the birds to eat, Warmth and color embrace emotions internally set the pace while winning new races

Basking in the beauty of distortion seasons keeping visions in proportion, Bare without an armor of green leaves, grass now ghostly, unknown images appear sensations something we can't rehearse

Imagination provides an amalgamation of contrasting perception, sensations so strong felt even if blind, emotions a fusion often in confusion laid out on many stages

Hear wind whistle through thistle, Mellow memory a memorial to the sound of willows on the water, spring green gives new noises, wispy willows having a rebirth

Unknown images appear, notes from birds we can hear, using natures messenger service showing her gladness, bathing us in beauty with unknown shamans

New night wandering left my mind pondering , blocked by blackness, left to roam alone hearing a moonbeam, feel the color of the sleeping flower, truth beyond a Sirens song , spring in the air,  Mystery has no history waiting to show her mirth

Emotions champions of all seasons, time passages hitching a free ride inside my mind, nature offering endless innovations on our sensations R.C.

FRUITS OF MY LABOR /BASKET OF BLESSINGS  

Started with pennies gathering dandelions from here to the horizon
lincoln heads exchanged for licorice  and a bad case of sunburn......
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Soon fall will be making it's call,gently landing, billowing and lining curbs and fence rows.
For a few counted as a blessing for the neighbors and friends that would rather pay a young man to do their raking .
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Daily read is an addictive need ,getting out that fresh news is not just a muse ,so a lot of rolling held down with a rubberband ,new bike a new route , Once a month collections left me with a lot more clout.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Some farm boys born into it others just dropped at the gate,rows that grow and sunbleached blisters soon to be their fate. Bales to buck  or the need to ****  those crops that are used to feed. Piece work pay not much reason to stay.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Once only a happy thought for the new munchies that were bought ,soon those plates would be my new fate,hot wet & busy from the starting gate,regular pay & food of the day left many reasons to stay,kitchen camaraderie helping to nurture a future.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR

Boys and their shovels bonded like Lassie without getting sassie ,cooling air brings more flakes ,daily rituals measured & treasured unless they lay on a pathway or roof
piling high brings a sigh, met with manic pressure,pay increasing by the weight, gold awaits as you clear those gates.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Hurry up and wait but still stand straight,little sleep, lots to clean ,Haze grey and underway,mechanical monkeys maintain fast flyers,give it all,life or death play it out until your last breath.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR

Hard trails tell lots of tales ,mostly dollars marked by sweat, spent quick but  with little regret,Heavy metal ways marking days,calloused ,corroded smoothness eroded,
but clean , polish a few layers of paint makes for a quick sale.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Settling in, picket fence with no chagrin,time card stamped life revamped,to travail with no avail  ,endless hours all devoured ,no gain without pain gladly paying penance for our sliver of pie,Anchor & chain bring great weight, left with none when it is done.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

Started a race already ahead several steps ahead of the pace,taking it all in anything to produce a grin,rising never to find a prize,suddenly crash & burn at every turn,burning bridges missing mates, finally awakened to an open gate honesty with myself lifted all the weight.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR

Due date time to wait,no choice for pink or blue, advice in the air now even strangers seem to care,instant true love ,positive protection will be their recollection,daily reaching for the teaching to make that simple glow grow.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR  

So as we roll on all we can ask is a new dawn ,learning to live with what we gave, Hopefully blessed with lessons learned in hindsight ,may the light shine on us even at night bringing bounty to all stages of life.
FRUITS OF MY LABOR. R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GRACIOUSLY GRATEFUL


What might life bring today that makes me pay, add another point to my karma or take two away

All in how we play the game if we go out in shame, pay proper penance while awaiting unknown fate

Practically perfect a bit of a lark, souls stripped bare easier to see what you have to share, open doors and minds are ready to play

Staying stuck in those flashbacks is robbing a soul's energy, slow the progression when there are less sums to equate

True strength in knowing how our energy is flowing, finding new reasons to keep us dancing day to day

Man's oldest question about eternity some call for hell others say serenity ,  scholars of all genres left fumbling for truth on that date

Recycled minds and emotions are part of the cycle of life, daily cleansing helps determine how much they weigh

Being amiable helps amicability grow, smiles help a journey carry more miles constantly cleansing away from the hate

Learn to fluctuate to function never blind at the junction, accepting obstacles as part of a grander foray

Life's choices offer endless voices, too often hearing our own is the last to resonate

How graciously grateful I remain is from the strength of the link added to a wisdom chain, our lifetime now a wider doorway R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Doris G -- 1983

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Doris G -- 1983

Grasping Power

Stop or go start with it activated or stalled with a simple motion

To think plays a part for notions to be set in motion and get a start

Thought is for not until passed into a hand, brought up then passed on, sand with cement, brick by brick built from a mind

Begins with babes and bottles to grasping a spoon, lessons many come in a hurry,  sensations across the creases, melded into memory what is held now permanently felt

One to ten all begins, worldwide always universal, no language or rehearsal, first a wave then ties a shoe begin with something new, many lessons always inspired

Multitudes of ways to show an action, getting a grip, a lot to grasp, action reflects seeking reaction, often simple interpretation for what is meant

Literal and figurative, stop to start, thumbs up hip, flipping off quite contrary, soldiers or Sailor's salute symbolic, showing hate or giving what is desired

Fingers not single, help to hold rings meaning a heart sings, artist brush shares a journey with imagery, writer's pens help many more to transcend

Making melodies musicians rarely let fingers linger, finessing ivory's strumming strings, like magicians blindly catching hearts as they fall, their caress interpreted individually deep inside

Blisters tell a unique tale often centered around life giving water or food in a pail, farmers factories ships all have hands what they clutch is all they represent

Representation all-in presentation, What holds more memory's ******* of Peace or Stalin's fist, powerful or placid thumbs up for wonderful often open to how they are signified

Power of a Hand, hitchhikers roam, idly we skip a stone, deaf make a world audible brothers can lend a hand, truth with a handshake will still be shared with a friend
R.C.

Gregorian Birthday

Stop for a day to reflect on minutes passed away, plan for a future to grow and mature

Wisdom comes with days caressed, will we know what was lost when distressed

Ten to twelve cycles marked by Caesar. leap year leaves out thirteen, seasons cycles part of mother nature

Hold fast wave bye  to the past, making it happen is not dependent on happenstance

Pleasant periods bordered by moments of raw emotion,unknown future will be shown good or bad we are our own moderator

Dates do not wait, progression never caring about personal recession, happiness dependent on whether we take a chance

Counting with clocks or calender's or handily with our fingers, stars make their mark from far away, while the sun is always the common denominator

Many claim to know what it takes to help us grow, be great or atone our sins away, might as well tell your troubles to the moon, real truth is upward in that great expanse

Facing ourselves not always viewing the same reflection, mirrors also show bad with glad, only internally do we know if we are a giver or taker

Resolutions dependent upon revolutions, marking moments, making memories, how we hold up relies on keeping time when life is a dance

Reasons for seasons shadows really have a tale to tell,images cast depend on earths revolution

time passages playing on personal calender's, make today count for tomorrow, from lost minutes we can never borrow, smiling for the future we will never be a failure. R.C.

Have We Grown

Bundles of babes welcomed into the world a playbook not immediately up to you

In the beginning we're always winning, Lessons learned as liaisons are formed, demand exceeds supply

Are compassion sympathy or empathy taught or learned by example felt as they form a soul, grace becomes life's glue

Maternal nurturing no guarantee of internal maturing, Imagery imagination play a part from the start, is it retained even if life is awry

Looking back do we recall a burning ember what was given or taken has something left us forsaken, do we leave it as a lesson or retain it as some cosmic stew

Many times, I have flown, freely, briefly lost in the wind it always managed to send me to another day, Lifes court we just have ourselves to testify

First class or outcast, was it all a waste of time if our soul is free, Are we ever what we appear to be, what they see is it really me ?

Journeys an odyssey that become our legacy, Many dabble into altered states of reality, what is the gauge to know if merely seeking serenity

Old and grey as young as a new day when in a forest of redwoods are what we learn and pass on markers like rings of a tree

Beginnings have endings some lives lived like a score on a graph will percentages be words for an epitaph ,are the highs or lows now our posterity

As we learn to put on our walking shoes, first thought on going forward, not knowing if we might need to know how to crawl again, proof even with wisdom life has no guarantee

Love, laughter and life play out in different sequences according to age, gravity of a day doesn't need to keep me from play, I guess a measure if we have grown is our own integrity R.C

HEART BEAT TO MY SOUL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HEAR THE WOLVES HOWLING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HELPLESSLY HOPING

Hindsight is no time to find out that you made yourself alone

Grasping at memories is dangerous when needing to build a strong future

As inner strengths are built from each other ,now in triplets,their calendars are unknown

Caring can lend itself to corrupting,fleeing in fear to find out the forgotten was yourself,going down easy is impossible,once it's you in the position of elder.

To much gained through pain,builds a rough exterior but delivery from the heart is rarely shown

Why must we bow preparing for some fatal vow,should we feel appeased and know our souls have shelter

Empty promises made and duly accepted,should guilt be for the giver or receiver,if nothing is gained have we grown

Self supporting can be seen as selfish,we must have our own power before becoming strong enough to support another

How are we left with nothing to ask , wondering if we completed the task, will the truth be shown

Optimistic, stuck on idle or reserved with integrity from our knowledge of being realistic,because nothing new will occur

Many roads traveled are open but leading to the same path, no matter what decisions are made, who really holds the key to the gate is unknown. R.C.

Histories Mystery

Lost in the past a life known to few covered by new souls who did not know their true roles

She never made a plan blind to a future she could not scan, ways of life not always pastel and paisley

Was her howl the only one that day, how much the cost for penance paid, SIDS or SUDEP still unknown acronyms

Was it the sandman or monster under the bed,  was  left as mystery to me, secret family history

Did her last caress fade to black,  soul left in silence, hidden grief no relief, left alone blind to life's challenges

After the Four Horsemen deliver their message nothing else matters, angel of death laughing at her misery

Secret soul like a fly on a wall but a White elephant in the room no one spoke of those unseen, left to ponder if Mom ever wondered about the lost narratives

I was told to LIVE for today, You're living your some-days today and tomorrow, left alone with no memory does not define synergy

Left in the dark, No new light of that night, Mangled memory did she always feel Unforgiven? Mom's secret left without answers

Alone we were left to Ride The Lightening, full of energy and unique but always that internal mystique, Her actions mercy left as fodder for the antagonists

She never came clean of what was seen leaving a lifelong question but there would be no ME without Rick Lee.
R.C

Home Sweet Home


  With so many dreams and visions going round in a head what is their purpose if we have nowhere to lay the bed

Inner strength or struggle often left open like a door on a house in the winter

Walls to hold out wind, roofs abate rain our minds distract invisible pain, peace formed from within our self playing in passion not dread

Where are we most loyal to us internal or what is made of timber

Seeing my heart as a hearth helps personal warmth, envisioning my body as four walls instead

Bricks or sticks homes or hearts need strong foundations, wherever we dwell takes upkeep or life's weather will make it wither

Personal voices talk like structures hidden noises, enclosed by a hat or the roof over our head

Mental morality forms as strong as stone with it we are never alone, our mental images hang like a dusty picture

Home is where ever we make it,  can make it, not just four walls more a feeling, struggles helping to form that beautiful silhouette

Windows that let free breeze's blow through, leave many options for decay like a life without structure

Lifes threshold painted like a decorator's hallway, how we prepare something to behold, needs a light touch for what is ahead

Forming strong boundaries like erecting a castle, started as a base, feelings emotions part of the blueprint we are the architect to build our personal sculpture R.C.

HOWS YOUR FAITH


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


Guarded from ghouls separated from fools guidance is seen as grand


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

IMAGINATION  CLEANSING
Dreaming maybe flat for some ,lacking luster just another boring bed time story

Were their baby thoughts just played in black and white ,not having experienced the lustrous world of color

Genuinely  at rest or just scheming new ways to get out and play ,truly uninhibited never wary

Stagnation of imagination just lays low offering no glow,blindly sleeping revealing nothing of luster

From which corner of the minds eye do they come ,mysteries or memory's ,real or imaginary

Grand thoughts just an illusion ? Do we need to slumber for them to come from down under or calling them to muster

Easily some would scare if dealt more than common fare,when suddenly thrown outside the box will all the thoughts be scary

If blind at rest when do they ever show their best, deeper thoughts wrought from the soul, are they simply not caught in mindless clutter

How much we do invest for a simple nights rest are some just blessed while for others it just temporary

What of the daydreams, just no big illusions never to wander into delusion, while others minds race and flutter  

Stuck on bland how will they know when to make a stand? not a thought rising in the night.cut copied and pasted all to ordinary

So which will it be, to scream out while rusting or scuffling or drift into simplicity
with little bluster and lustre . 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.

Immaculate Reception

Oh No! that rare call family saying they will drop by after the mall

Sudden rush begins to brush away that dust appearance of neatness is a must

No time for detail stick to retail don't go wholesale, reduce the clutter so they won't whisper or mutter, just throw loose linens in the closet in the hall

Give that mop a quick romp dance the broom around the room ,toilet bowl needs a bit of bleach to at least whiten the rust

Always keep a clean kitchen helps with quickness and reduces sickness, open a door a window for the air so new freshness isn't just aerosol

Begin to brighten instead of frighten lift the gloom with a twirl of a vacuum, straighten a mess just for the guest not the naval white gloved

Little messy not to dressy merely a side effect of bachelor life, now in a hurry to arrange in a flurry make the tornado appear as a minor squall

Swiftly swiffer  wiping the upper along with lower,  lift loose lint sets my mind at ease, giving it all a fast pass to not appear over scrubbed

Fast and furious dust a thon to not appear to be living life to soft and luxurious, wash not wax is not lax ,minor buffing not the complete overhaul

Shake the rugs loosen the linens rearrange the many pillows, make haste no time to waste room already appeared chaste, pillows from the dryer will pass for fluffed

Last minute set the music for a fresh vibe coffee and cookies to welcome the tribe,stage is set they won't judge for that stray hairball

Glad that didn't drive me mad, not much fuss over a little dust or hub bub for a fast scrub, it won't truly matter if it was clutter or spatter, I just realized I am still in my pajamas and my hair is not brushed. R.C.

I'M TELLING YOU NOW
I try very hard to NOT live in a world of self pity, even when I am constantly never under standing MY END, so these words HAVE to be ,not only words,BUT A WAY OF LIFE! If I find myself asking to many questions & my body separating itself from my mind, I refine my myself with honesty & INTEGRITY ,the lyrics become my spit. Peace. R.C.

Incoming Traffic

Are we hearing the loud calamity of the others imploding all around us?

Have we held the door closed to long, blind to the good adjusting to easily with the wrong?

Be it mine or was it yours will it matter who really scores, don't slip into to the hustle, too much trouble with the daily fuss

Have the number of bumps or bruises increased over time? Has age just showed me I am not as strong?

Setting up safety nets avoiding the obvious obstacle self-survival mistaken as a miracle, more a symbol of what some polish can do for what was rough

Trying hard to fit in a niche but facing another glitch, just wanting to feel the groove shouldn't leave us lost with nowhere to belong

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?

Daily drain builds for many creating unseen pain, failing to find the energy from obvious symbols we fall farther back becoming more withdrawn

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

Find a sunny day design,  new way to play drop the negative attitude, stop being down and gain some altitude, time to become a part instead of just a pawn

Going with the flow often an easier way to go, wicked wind spins people around to face oncoming traffic never leaving much left to discuss

Caught up in the race failing to stay in pace, doesn't have to drag us down or create a frown, crossing the street shouldn't become a marathon R.C.

INDEPENDENT WAY

Not so long ago some folks came to a new place and decided to stay

In fairly short order maybe wide open spaces left them wanting to break away from the current rulers braces

Protection for the people came second after a vow to King or Queen,for the people was a new way to play

Simpler to remain quiet & let larger matters pass,new questions with their new land & how much control they should have in their new places

Not a question of righting a past wrong ,but of how a  future can become living a truly different way

In the beginning many preferred to stay,being revolutionary was evolutionary  cutting all ties leaving no traces

Was this "Common Sense" really a major Paine ,sweet Virginia calling, a meeting meant for all in a great Hall,that first draft writing a plan to break away

How continental of the early congress to finally sign ,although they argued about when the proper day,two agreeing so strongly they met their demise on that day

Thirteen as a lucky number ,but their decisions would allow no slumber that new freedom came with a high price to pay

Oh what a declaration Thomas did exclaim for those that agree and those that remain
we will have great day to honor this new found way

So like a new birth they said I do declare and began adopting and publicly reading of their declaration of Independence & proclaiming new faces

So we break out the banner ,band together to b.b.q. in every manner ,red white and blue for me and for you and a chance to show that patriotism has not gone astray. R.C.

Inspirational sounds

Words or sounds placed perfectly plinking away lightly then reaching down deep to mold my soul

Grand day! YES it was when "Songs" was first heard, like adding lotion to raw emotion too tone and soften

Distantly aware what effects have taken over like musical magicians each word or note plays a different role

Humble as my hearing is, connected to a mind that was put into timeless bliss, change my mind instantly from loathsome to AWESOME

Painter of words blending hues with many expanded views help to set my mind in motion, giving freedom to my head and new control

My Heart not Fragile nor thrown Roundabout  more as a welcome sedation feeding inner elation, setting a Mood for A Day at the Heart of the Sunrise an expanded spirit no longer an option

Going on a venture with a Star-ship Trooper brought Perpetual Change to All Good People who were ready to listen, a new school for our senses to enroll

Mindset of placidity falling backwards needs a JOLT not some lovesick potion a mental message to my Neurons, brain released from pain like a prisoner without a warden

Not looking for forgiveness or to be forsaken but to give the Love that can be taken, pleasing memoir painted upon our soul

They say NO I say YES, I need visionary friction to feed my addiction, the release will appease, mentally tease shift a rift excite and encourage, elation shows as a gift my mind has a new watchman
R.C.