NEW DAY

Once again we wait with bated breath ,the next cycles will be up for review

Guilty grief from an unsaid breach,will paying the piper bring some relief

Past seasons gave no reasons, penance left scattered, righting the wrong was taboo

Seasons marked with sunlight cycles ,broken into months and days, each one brings another motif

Ringing in another some say why bother, leading to another broken and crooked avenue

Start a year full speed in high gear,then shifting down,weight is great if turning over a new leaf

Dancing and drinking in the twilight even brings amateurs delight,party long overdue

Revolutions of resolutions stirring the air ,has the past been fair,will begging atonement clean our grief

So do we follow previous scripts or show original tricks ,make the way to an even better rendezvous

Last lessons from our past now the next test, as another years memory's are laid to rest  , just let us be grateful for what we are about to achieve. R.C.

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

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

Preponderance of pressures playing poker,seeking the pain to decrease

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breaking out with nothing more than meager minds & meandering souls


Still not even a glimpse of that elusive blue sky for which other neighbors are willing to die


How bad the history to toss it in the wind & follow the passing wind for a new life taking on unknown roles


Leaving mongrels for fabulous futures overly protective she nurtures ,what will her resolve signify ?


Pressing passions peeking out ,climbing onto a new board will the beauty be worth the unpaid tolls?


Integral,meshed strength from mind,body & soul are the naysayers merely jealous of this because they have a short supply?


How can people have no country when they are standing on firm ground then who becomes the master to confirm or deny


Mass exodus from natures over abundance or her maximum denial ,in the distance are new goals


People proud of their past yet forgetting from where they came who are they to say I am just some guy?


Living with a new label "stranger in a strange land" now with life's biggest gamble

whether coming east,west,north or south all simply seeking new homes.R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wipe the wetness from my brow,wash the tears from glasses, so normal for me now,so alone but will soon join the masses,No pain no gain,all those distant silly phrases,Have become so in tune with the strain,recognize everything has just happened in phases,It just sits there staring,beckoning calling,glaring,the mask so long ago removed,now I no longer acknowledge the pain,to greet them with my old strength they never understand the truth that I hide,what will I win  in the end? Rick

OUR MEMORY IS THEIR MEMORIAL
Family's plight for a now lost vision that ended none to bright

Unknown fate was their open gate ,being alone yet surrounded by so many others

Friend's or enemy's  comrade or foe ,could have become mates if they would have met under a different light

Many went with never a chance to prevent, facing factors set upon them by unknown actors

Fledgling feelings of patriotism maybe soon to be cast aside, as the rockets red glare explode with the largest might

Hearts at home worry as their soul mates roam ,saving some unknown people from meaningless matters

Hoards of humans cast onto sides ,winning by numbers & a line in the sand,some left to go home alone but left shuddering in fright

A single life lost casts a long shadow ,nameless,faceless kin removing a notch from genealogy,loving memory's as the tears scatter

Brothers in arms, soul mates of the sea make a pact to go out together ,but all are not chosen so the others live a lifetime in plight

Pause for the cause maybe to give all we can give, but as we go  our closest relations are just left to start a new chapter

Ample amounts of Flags & wreaths now a simple marker ,white marble crosses assume they know the religion of the soul that took flight

Many speak of while others grieve for victims of war, when people left at home now carry the heaviest anchor

Medals of honor or purple hearts bring the greatest weight when the grim reaper chose the fate,now the many,many other friends even foes are left to  cry in the new daylight or to read the prayers by candlelight. R.C.

OUR MEMORY IS THEIR MEMORIAL
Family's plight for a now lost vision that ended none to bright

Unknown fate was their open gate ,being alone yet surrounded by so many others

Friend's or enemy's  comrade or foe ,could have become mates if they would have met under a different light

Many went with never a chance to prevent, facing factors set upon them by unknown actors

Fledgling feelings of patriotism maybe soon to be cast aside, as the rockets red glare explode with the largest might

Hearts at home worry as their soul mates roam ,saving some unknown people from meaningless matters

Hoards of humans cast onto sides ,winning by numbers & a line in the sand,some left to go home alone but left shuddering in fright

A single life lost casts a long shadow ,nameless,faceless kin removing a notch from genealogy,loving memory's as the tears scatter

Brothers in arms, soul mates of the sea make a pact to go out together ,but all are not chosen so the others live a lifetime in plight

Pause for the cause maybe to give all we can give, but as we go  our closest relations are just left to start a new chapter

Ample amounts of Flags & wreaths now a simple marker ,white marble crosses assume they know the religion of the soul that took flight

Many speak of while others grieve for victims of war, when people left at home now carry the heaviest anchor

Medals of honor or purple hearts bring the greatest weight when the grim reaper chose the fate,now the many,many other friends even foes are left to  cry in the new daylight or to read the prayers by candlelight. R.C.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost overwhelming for many we all just wait! can we see IT,I live every day in redemption but when? why the wait? when I peek over the side will IT pull me IN or or will "IT" push me OVER? "IT' hovers over moves around ,front and back, I smiled and waved "IT" slammed me to the ground, My soul smiles my gate is frozen,I lost my ticket, The more steps I take away from the gate the harder IT pushes me back, REDEMPTION IS FINE-WAITING IS HELL! Rick

Paid To Paint It Black

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PAINLESSLY PASSED ON
With the world watching a virtuous soul is now presented, porous as a sponge  blindly absorbing life
Simple cause taken on without the applause ,not self seeking but more a fellowship of thinking
helping others to decrease a possible pressure ,naturally obligated by their own inward beauty hiding self righteous strife
Lifes progression played as simple evolution ,also reasoning with simple goodness coming naturally with no blinking

  Many brought into redemption even before conception, playing life as a parable will be good for their soul
They build natural wealth by not showing favor. walking tall, facing forward taking a stand while not being standoffish
Fellows with friendship easily find kinship in what mutual aid there is to give away ,freely  taking on any role
Normal folks with nominal means paying penance , providing blindly for others ,giving rather than being selfish

Humans acting coarsely can be part of the picture ,further testing each others  humanity
While many of us show promise & always perpetuate common courtesies ,fewer show perfection with gratitude
without showing An outward goal not freely recognizing their basic role not to become enveloped in the vanity
Not blind but with blinders ,risking without being risque governing of their morality is now their internal attitude

  Always having lived in a spiral ,the living sphere the bountiful bowl adjusting ,making room , to arise above the gloom
Not anointed,never seeking personal gain but truly absorbing fellow peoples pain,passing it on in a progression of kindhearted folk
Simple as an up front demeanor paying a cost for freedom ,karma ,day by day ,pay to stay ,sweeping ALL  the corner to sleep in the room
Melding fortunes of anonymous humanity is brick by brick helping good fortunes stick ,solid marks on humanity they did invoke. R.C

PAIN OR GAIN FINDING SOMEONE TO BLAME

If you drink away the pain who is to gain except for the man that owns the liquor store

Never a planned event ,would you living your own life differently been a step to prevent

Inward feelings festered ,drawn into a stoic cluster,hidden but outwardly you seek more

Saving face is now standard fare ,you seeing yourself as right no matter how the discussion went

Not planning for a future or stopping to nurture ,grasping reality quickly becoming a bore

Others looking inward while you are busy blocking ,never realizing the energy you've spent

What will it take for an inward soul to awake,simple expressions are waiting for you to explore

Inward accusations, self examinations make dangerous bedfellows,slow torture in waiting to repent

We rarely read our own message,not seeing the good while focused on bad, the deficits are easiest to underscore

Time is the true tester not leaving old wounds to fester,truly needing to solve  from which branch those feeling originally stemmed

Starting with need ,knowing it's not greed to reach out or ask for help upon which we can feed ,no shame in simply wanting an overhaul

Rather than seeing others or the world at fault it has become time for us to lay it on the line ,that our own heart is now the strongest thing in which we can depend. R.C.

Pathway

Providing an edge to tarry or toil open pathways to anywhere

Like brooks connecting streams that flow into bigger rivers

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

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

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

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

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

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

PAUPER'S GRAVE

Mighty marble walls of a mausoleum,gilded gates guarded by cherubs ,are we now guarded from a fight or flight

Make allowance for common cowardice ,slipping while constantly reaching out

Passing by taking in the green ,organized in rows, caps and crosses in brilliant white

Left in calmness, shade of a few trees, soft easing of the breeze, allowing our mind to take a new route

Bigger thrill to be placed on the hill? a view to not be enjoyed by you,will it matter if blocked by blight

Day to day are we giving to pay our final way.will the memory be any finer when they are astute

Tribulation or trial helps pass our time for awhile,do many care how others might fare,location,location is now the new plight

Many markers still make up real names of once great souls ,now lost in their roles of laying low or high are in dispute

Segmented cemeteries lain  for those with nothing left to gain ,will our place make us higher in the tribe

John Doe or mighty Moe when reduced to name on a gravestone no concern of the ones below,lifetime lost, point now moot . R.C.

Peaceful Resolution

Passions of plenty bring great Love or deeper hate

World of people from a black back alley to white church steeple

Locked in conflict personal values the only edict, unwilling to find time or reason of understanding how it affects others fate

Mixed emotions either side declaring others have no notion, many claim to have no shame presenting themselves as unbiased, while actions are always lethal

Many sides to a view while most just see two, few of us realize we need to look deeply into a mirror, internally we rarely educate

Always awash in never ending evolution of resolution, personal struggle or world war usually is nothing new, same story another sequel

Fixated on values when fine with war if they achieve the winning score, a few make their own reason and send message to masses they need to persuade

Many tasking while others always asking how their principles apply to the masses, views askew following religion, money or ideological

Invisible lines drawn by surveyors and cartographers, divisions for unrealized visions, lost in history now a mystery, that freedom was a masquerade

Bless the babies always blind to the elders whose only task was supposed to be love teach and protect, harming them see as demonic by most, one known as prodigal many more as magical

Old as man or language are words wanting us to come together, can we have peaceful resolution without the revolution ? divided it is harder to navigate learning to tolerate never too late to educate

Take a moment from your personal gain to pass on relieving another's unseen pain,Lend a hand when you can, can't rehearse when it works in reverse

Lend a hand when you can, can't rehearse when it works in reverse, living life on life's terms, keeping things simple makes it more logical. R.C.

Surrounded by chatter meaningless voices taking on no life, not growing close enough to truly matter
That single thought is wrought from inside a busy mind ,buzzing then blinking
Revolutions revealed then quickly covered by the layers of life then quickly shatter
Tuning in to turn on catching a wave of thoughts as they turn to foam,again rethinking

Basic beginning quickly becoming whirlwinds,people &places; bumping into times
Continuing in passing, possibly collecting in small portions,randomly puddling
Opening a new window brings stronger rushes Spiraling sounds rises then declines
A slower gap looking back, a moment then forward to groping screaming notions doubling

Fright never settles ,even with jolly Conceptions begging for more attention
Building of life despite flashes of phantoms whisking into familiar forms
Calm is often felt as a negative the pace a race forming an unseen addiction
No barrier and often the weight to great for a single carrier waiting to preform

Compared to clouds ,billowing rising with heat brought down with cool rain
Downward it came, leaving even heaving it's cleanliness awash in a confused mind
Maybe thoughts controlled by gravity all the weight taking taking a lower seat with the pain
Bewildering how many mannerisms present themselves ,then wreckage offers a new page
reluctantly we open it back up to see what we may find. R.C.

Phoenix Rising

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pick And Choose


All set up at a table to play games ever changing faces with different names

Trails and trials all have an end, we each see the path through an open gate

Sad for some when they cry is the proof they are alive, like a desert blooming when it rains

Constantly hearing words of wisdom, defining them determines what becomes of our fate

We all are given both a dry or a cloudy day, each motion plus our emotions control how we see things through our own window panes

Remain in balance a skillful challenge, fighting to live requires we keep something in sight

Building chains of life one link at a time, with bits of wire selected then forged in fire, each bond binds as it grows its length represents our gains

Individually left to play ,constantly pick and choose, many speculate while others regulate, alone often wondering when thoughts will reunite

Wisdom heightens, enlightens, what we select is our choice to detect, freedom forms easier with open minds

Like a bird on a perch they must fly or will die, wings represent freedom of a vast kingdom,  inner peace is found knowing wrong from right

Unforeseen future is ours alone to nurture, something new pending like books with no ending, like an artist we create our own designs

Wasted years lost in tears blinded from our fears, we will not be lost in the dark if you bring plenty of light . R.C.

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

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

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

****** IN PUDDLES

Waking up to the west wind blowing in again ,same direction another day,begin just to be lost in the fray

Seemed we were just shivering, now shudder to feel the pain shining as it's heat tempers all souls

Dawn again ,new light should bring strength but  now exposes pain,emotions left open for all to survey

Many mentors once stood tall ,time and again we watched them fall,are they replaced or we take over those roles

What remained hidden in the night ,left alone afraid to fight,can the next visions bring something good our way

New mail nothing to regale ,just a bustle of bills to add to the ills ,the weight is great as it grows

Everyone or everything walking on or bouncing off of me has left deep bruises,victim or naivete

Will life still matter if I don't know my own fate,but internally I am not left with hate it just brings us to new lows

****** in puddles just to watch the ripple is this what it has all come down too,  pushing upward,outward to keep from decay

Were we meant to play on main street or stand out of the way  ,maybe always knowing we would end up in the alleyways

So are we left howling at the moon just to hide from noon,does it all remain hidden or will it meet us halfway . R.C.

Playing in the Graveyard

Aren't we always playing in the graveyard or just biding time?

Often green like a pasture, always waiting places to rest in the here after

Oldest game in town trying to stay on the upside of down, many thoughts on final days to varied to count the ways, from basic or sublime

We stay as time ticks away, daily drifting on the edge many bound by some religious pledge will our final words be ours or pleasantly passed on by some unknown pastor?

Not always a plan or death in the first degree no odds on a final decree, set thoughts aside and be free, no test for the final cut be it sudden or divine

Many memories and thoughts hover over all those plots, simple and silent, flecks of color from flowers add life, so silent if we listen do we hear our pain or their laughter

Fountain of sorrow won't wait until tomorrow, will we take in its beauty or be drowned in it, golden faucet doesn't flow with poison water, no time to redesign

Many Worry about falling at the time of their calling, r.i.p. rest in peace, or r.i.p.  repelled into purgatory, read a page or a big book never know that final chapter

Will we take in its beauty or be drowned in it, no need to close your eyes set aside what you despise, why hide under the clouds when you can grow in the sunshine

Mark time as a saint, still pass with a faint, we make the mark not the mausoleum or in a potter's field, use the meadow and flowers to become a dancer

Life as a gift, count it as a win if we understand, feeling it as a joyous occasion, we are left as simply human, learn to balance the pain often our biggest gain

Destiny not always in our hands, to many ways left unexplained be it day or night, today or tomorrow,  can't run away, fate always finds us no matter how much we discuss or live silently or have an enhancer

Are we ever ready for a giant wave to take it all away or prefer to drift back into a safe eddy? The sky is filled with redemption while the ground takes all with little exception R.C.

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

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

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

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

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


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



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


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


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


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


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



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


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


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


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


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

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

R.C.

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

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

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

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

POSTICTAL PORTHOLE-(TIME BLOWN BACKWARDS)

Frozen breath holding back weight, against the chest seems great stacked like stones

Starting softly to see from the third door down the row,reclusive, damage is waiting to show

Others in red alert our mind coming on slow, their fear no reflection on our unknowns

Peace while in waiting,thoughts flow slow into a reflecting pool,echos beginning to grow

Time blown backwards when clocks stopped ticking , simple assessments our only goals

Mental evaporation senses left wide open,trying to find the song but only get static from the radio

Held back by grogginess looking out from fogginess ,bits of life as viewed through those holes

Oh MY I made it,escaped , BUT when will blackness call again,laying low not quite thinking of that other plateau

Bolted ,jolted rousing frequently followed by drowsing,hearing as a low hum ,sounds soon forming new tones

Nonexistentance now part of the ritual ,for the witness memories are visual,slowly waiting to say hello

Perspective has changed, await for thoughts to be rearranged ,senses in collusion with massive confusion,new beginning like waiting for future episodes . R.C.

Peoples advice of an upside down frown when your down although simple is better than nothing at all
Passion playing  ,positioning in places as opposition builds ,back against the rising wall learning self support to not fall
Picking up pieces fitting advice  for something scattered , not forgetting it originally had to be broken as in a brawl
Taking in a tickle as a natural reaction helps to build karma for that future vibe,fresh feelings without the eight ball

Universal recognition, giggling baby's bringing down giants ,pole to pole taking on the same role
ooze & awes provide a positive side, building simple smiling  who knew it could get beguiling
A little tickle producing a powerful giggle,then that obvious wiggle ,flowing on adding karma to our soul
Ear to ear a  description for a grin so devilish some might see it as a sin ,from sadness its appearance could be wiling

Many famous figures having made their impact with a burst of cheer ,forever deep seated not merely a veneer
Smirk as a style not down like a frown, obviously not meant to defile ,gathering glee such an easy way to be
Sending a signal now referred to as a selfie casually contains a twinkle ,keeping the attitude of hope is a positive way to steer
Lifes later lessons of fate and all the weight come about naturally ,joy and jubilance quickly become a way to agree

  Cosmopolitan candor without ever making a sound ,language of millions just awaiting a new reason to form a grin
Relating to a pitter patter can be followed with a titter tatter, accepted cackles bring a pleasant response
Many find frowns easier than submitting to a sly snicker ,faking their frivolity becomes more a challenge from within
Language of laughter is at least fun to continue the practice ,never gaining perfection ,practice never perfect will not be known as harsh :)
R.C.. :)

PRESENTING ITSELF

What will it be that makes itself clear ,exposed by removing it's veneer

Constantly flowing mind seeking ways to grow, hoping for something new to find

Much is on display calling us in many ways,visions are quick for what may appear

Drawing us in to begin our next whim,varies widely a frown or a grin,many ways something can be aligned

Constant concern,pick or choose, left for us to discern,finding true focus still unclear

Malignant mind set on unwind ,flashing fancy ideas like flashcards,so fast they become entwined

Past motioning into present, moments creating their own moods,what chord will finally adhere

Flailing about with mind's eye looking on, they stay neutral outside while the steady illustrious stream flows in our mind

Letting on with a glimpse or even a gasp,caught a true thought instead of it slipping by holding on tight can we be sincere.

Rapid conclusions almost like rabid confusion,adding weight on an already heavy brain  flow ,newest synapses still unclear

So another moment in life ,set free or held back, what will be the part we grasp holding on long enough to be kept inside. R.C.

PRIVACY FROM OURSELVES

Sitting,settled in a bit to deeply ,somber not yet weeping ,surrounded by an unknown sensation

Wind on the screen,buzzing of a flies wings and a flicker of light is all that breaks the moment from being perfectly serene  

Outside may freely look in anytime daily updates not a crime,keyboard spies  a new devotion

Water cooler,coffee shop or bus stop chatter now becoming a bigger matter,idle talk now part of an unseen machine

My own mind racing against itself often more than enough with the extra clutter,can relaxation be found without submitting to the erosion

Others always YELLING, telling, pointing me in their  direction,a mess of a guess for sights unseen

How much is full or if the meter says to take a lull ,often more going overhead or sideways our own thoughts become frozen

Solidarity suspended privacy upended ,forward moving motions more and more becoming lost in a dream

Placid even peaceful with an ordinary life not bothered by the parameters ,focusing inward can hopefully bring true devotion

Time ran by did I forget  myself ,is so why? trying to stay separate or segregated from a soul,growing uninsulated ,meeting an end will the integrity be see. R.C.

PROSPECTING FOR PERSPECTIVE

Looking out to find an invisible object ,no knowledge if it is solid liquid or gas

Sequences of life thrown up like  odd cards in a deck landing on an unlucky  number

Reaching out turned to grasping at straws, while gripping for good seems to get a pass

Blank hearing while others cry, they can not  see the screams,hidden inside boiling like thunder

Beginning to realize life is played by the numbers ,await experience while life shows her wrath

Points of view often plain, enhanced with new attitudes  ,watching as a vagrant mind goes asunder

Sweeping fields of view now narrow,open vistas viewed through a  keyhole,highways turned into winding narrow paths

Easy for the world to give assumptions for what we did not feel happen,just left scratching our heads in awe and wonder

Visions blinded so much lost to be absent minded ,abstract  thoughts quickly shuffling like so many photographs

Searching to  find what they can not see ,futures now downsized to what can be planned in a hour. R.C.

PROTECTING INNOCENCE
From  first wishful whimpers  seeking outside guidance, waiting bedside to ease their journey as they glide

Mindless monitoring ,standing by awaiting ,like a living umbrella that is seeing the rain before it falls

Fondly finding nourishment or just subtle words of encouragement ,your always along for the ride

Upward & outward  growing never really watching where their going, idly we wait at their every beckoning call

Staunchly guarding babbling babes ,blocking bruises ignoring their sly ruses ,taking it all in stride

Bringing them up while also laying them down,waiting to walk until they are taught to crawl

Wonders of the world waiting to crush, sit idly not wanting to rush ,for deepest mysteries they will need a guide

Wishful thinking for the good ,but stuck following from sippy cups to them out drinking,showing the other side of the eight ball

Sparkling imaginations can bring many situations one fleeting another worrying
but still wanting to be the person in which they would confide

So from that first bashful brush is no escaping that deep personal rush ,something was deep set naturally to always protect them & give it your all.R.C.

New age blindly falling from grace, fighting a hidden enemy

Teen and anxious once the norm now a psych diagnosis, distress taken as some bad label

Faceless facts hard to retract, flashing light world in blight, Harum-scarum analysis isn't reality

Inner truth now given to a mental sleuth, hidden truth never seen, cause and effect does it mentally disable or inadvertently enable

Swallowing knowledge left us choking,  repetition offers no variation, life has no on or off switch, harder to remain stable when emotions are constantly displayed openly on the table so irrationally

Paranoid covered in a blanket of fear, selected target our mind now a part of the market, pointing at humans being inhumane part of the game, being playful becoming a lost fable

Why always recall when you're about to fall, simple shuffle of memory cards can show greener yards, following pre-plotted maps leads to another casualty

Not as bad as it appears, forget learning to simply survive, permanent pessimist, Impossible to relax when buried in facts, wasteful worry replacing meaningful ways to remain grateful

Instant diagnoses blown into multi tethered prognosis, finding middle ground when being told you're not normal or crazy leaves many lacking, losing leverage when searching for adequacy

Mass medias senseless sayings gather no moss to keep the blues ball rolling, taking fun from function,  new dog and pony show, subconsciously afraid, living life now seen as something fateful

Digging our own graves, personal pall bearers for basic thought, selling freedom for an unfulfilled diagnosis, words a magic elixir, removing ways to face fear rationally

Social wisdom masking the freedom of a child to walk through a puddle instead of a lifetime of insight finding knowledge to walk around them, remembering to smile gives strength to go the extra mile, life on life's terms need not be painful. R.C.

Ray Of  Life
Become aware if you dare, ways to relax hard to grasp, our focus dependent on refraction

Hopes and dreams varied schemes with endless themes, subtle glint shows a hint, without blinders we can see, hear and feel more of what is around

Does time expand our wisdom? Will an illuminated clock help time flow smoother? futures blocked not by blackness but not seeing our own passion

All the games we are forced to play winners or losers need reasons to stay, often is not chess but another round of lost and found

Happenings of today remain, time does not erase pain, what is frightening becomes enlightening, soft glow increases internal flow open minds eye makes a good day easier to imagine

Asking for hope to an unknown entity is seen by some as a level of sanity, reaching out never simple, goes against a basic principle, finding comfort easier if wrapped in a shroud

Keeping perspective in scope begins from a slippery *****, individually we have tunnel vision, easier for others to review their brothers when they don't have to live with the outcome

Do we know where to go if always traveling in the dark, bits of light need not be bright to show which way to go, clear path easier when we know what to do without

Changing Objective, perspective, molding our views from biased world news, want realism when shown phantasm seeking the most viewing a ghost, hard to decipher a zephyr without a touchstone

Magnifying glass with one sun ray can bring enough heat to burn down the earth, surrounded in constant beams ever changing themes, harder views if always under a cloud

Walking blindly often regressive finding power from failure is progressive, internal guidance eases our blindness, will we recognize each streak after it has shone

Picture of pleasantries easier to view if a few more lumens are used,  each wave length gives mental or physical strength, just takes a little sunlight to help new ideas sprout and remove some doubt R.C.

REACHING OUT
When reaching out you soon find yourself searching farther down   or seeking that once glossy crown

Why start second guessing something that was clearly missed,waiting patiently for that puzzle train to come by again

Finding inner power often not needed until we are lower,open question can we survive any suffering alone

If needing a guiding light when the streets are not quite so bright, will we know to seek help at the helm

To often stuck never noticing the rut,harder to recognize from the inside if we're in that zone

Glass half full but floating in an open pool being drawn out by the tide ,quickly time passes almost overwhelm

Goodbye mister bluebird voices floating in the air, come again when the day is fair,your voice helping me to regain my own tone

Clouds quickly breaking, bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,will they be the quickest to condemn

So many fallen before, life moves so fast, too quickly become her *****,certain events we can no longer postpone

Clouds quickly breaking bright beams flowing in everywhere,reaching out to others do we dare,most of life is gone before we know it, so much of the world that is never seen

Left alone Like a sapling bending in the wind  R.C.

The good thing and the bad thing about reading is it personal and optional. R.C.

REALIGN MY MIND  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

REMNANTS OF ROADMAPS

Home is where the heart is ,hearth is what hold the home fires

***** path or shiny blacktop laid out like veins when there was no one or anything to take up the reins

Many a maze left us in a daze, seeking venture or that new craze ,hearing the latest from the next town criers

Coast to coast often to much for most ,for some needing another hamlet to boast anything to just follow those new lanes

Never sitting solid like a rock ,even it can be washed into sand ,giving in to the call to see what new transpires

Reeling out the years left with memories of burning gears ,now maybe lost in new life constraints

Lines on a blueprint muddled in road signs,maybe cruising again from imaginations or however it conspires

Center of a nation peering out in every direction,what now? maybe just a thumb or a howling greyhound  ,make a new move with no complaints

Now video for everything not the old travel agent brochure,sparkling oceans or misty mountains ,a longing that still brings smiles

For some a need for speed, others just backroads glee,unknowing,unsure for me but could quickly change with new mates

Longing to find a new view over that next horizon is an addiction,for some just a burning need to post more miles

But as we settle in a predictable life  is met with less chagrin,maybe we've made our mark  more passive but waiting on new email updates. R.C.

REMNANTS RISING
Rising from reductions ,weightless whisp then a possibility of fright in flight
Startled, raked back into normalcy, ignorance to the fathoms of the breath the inner depths
Blissfully blind to the peers, but internally largely unknown fears, passive knowing only right
Fractions of forces gathered to form a mass ,drips driven down gradually gaining while you slept

As a minion not forming an opinion is never a crime ,shame or blame a yet to be played game
That blink or wink still unknown verbs ,waiting for the possibility to become part of your personality
Remaining suppressed, not ready for our minds or souls to fully digest,awaiting in embers until forming a flame
Naivete begins as a valuable trait ,holding back fears or tears ,behind curtains ,future fumblings maybe forthcoming

Applications in stages,still blind but curiosity for the future is strength,from blind to building blocks
Distressing verbiage now seen as fancy neuro terms ,tics ,twitches ,no longer from unknown trenches
when younger we plunder ,no time to sit or wonder,maybe symptoms mild,grains waiting to be rocks
Mediocrity can become costly in blunders ,recall that knowledge or sit wondering on the benches

Mild medium as kind stages then BOLD,BRASH even DEADLY,DISASTROUS no longer just phases
Presence of mind now seen as a "present to OUR kind" no fiction or labels, now a need to be stable
Discovery is not an end but maybe a new beginning ,future pain now known to be winning
alien ramblings into recognized ,certified,specialty, terminology ,up to par not living a fable.R.C.

RENEW MY VIEW

Stuck in a passageway lots of exits but just looking forward to see the end of the tunnel

Becoming Blase' while slipping on the blinders ,how often will your call be adjusted before you fall

That man at the store told each of us a different tale,you saw a schemer while I saw another caught up in the shuffle

Simple slips of time routinely pass through our minds,which is truth or how much more is left to explore

Sight being blocked through blemished views set from patterns that were blindly askew,many thoughts to juggle

Who is to say they have partaken in the perfect perception,is what we are showing really all that is in our core

Is our goal to judge a persons  role or to let the scales remain balanced,Honest inquiry creates a puzzle

Two people reach out to assist,which one responded to help themselves,is it someone they ordinarily deplore

After the first Hallelujah is the function  to analyze or criticize ,one mans actions left  a person to grumble then another feeling humble. R.C.

Shattered verse flying blindly around what began as simple souls playing & plying out new roles
  Tethered tenors belting blame,while separate sopranos stand ready for even more ridicules
Ordinarily tepid  ,tactful & tasteful  this pair now parlays quips as they rake each other onto the coals
Possibly losing a link for rational ways to think ,madness rests on the brink ,corruption now rules

Belching Baritone  rumbles as altos rising falling like anvils upon heated mates ,neither wanting to lose.
While appeasement would be mutually appealing  virility hastens neutrality and is for quitters
Third parties agree aghast at how fast names have been abused in haste not seeing each others views
Greatly escalated no longer simmering ,impassioned people lay stake foundations developing fissures.

One with a wallet another with a purse,contents within  seems a ready reason for bellowing this curse
Once famous friends now seeing a need ,drawing an invisible line just to better present their own case of the lesser crime
Bold bass blindly blames with rambling range while tethered alto's allegations are relayed in strong verse
Operating like an opera, primo uomo over riding Prima Donna  their rage on a stage with a familiar rhyme.

Knowing personal need must be set aside with certain speed has become part of their new pitch
Understanding what has become wrong with that old song will take the new seat with themselves as the predominant audience
Future meetings must become legit greetings ,no groaning but growing ,the weight of the new scales making them rich
Scaled back from punk,slash hate metal to soothing richness of religious chants ,beautiful duets their new guidance .R.C.

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

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

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

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

RIGHT IT IN A SONG


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

Positive annotations bring out good vibrations switching emotions from deep inside

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

Internal grudges needing nudges, memorable melodies forcing fonder sensations outside

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bloated bellies hide the unknown beginnings of a brand new life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RIVERS MAKES ME QUIVER

Youthful mind left wandering just feeling the wetness from yards into the curbs

Ripples running curbside over toes, forming those first streams for a meandering mind

Clouds collecting power,mists collecting,forming Drop by drop rains flowing into their reserves  

High mountain lakes reflecting their passion, partitioned by beavers to make their own pond

  Broken into brooks flowing faster downward into streams,cool and clear their taste like sweet liqueurs

Beauty not confined to a torrent but gifted with greenery and wildlife ,flowers that make the forests more confident

Trickles forming into cascades downward making outpourings & overflows waterfalls forced through the fissures

Gravity needs spaces we watch as it heightens then widens,making it's way through the continent quickly becoming most prominent

Admire her beauty but reap her rewards,wet bounty to feed the fields, food for fishes ,generations receive her treasures

Canoeists,kayakers or legendary steamboat captains are fond of their flowing, boys wondering where she will go ,knowing our tears of joy will flow to the sea should be our greatest compliment. R.C.

ROCKING IN PLACE

Facing forward still rocking to and fro,I am solid but the ground moves beneath me

Staying in place will not win a race, without exploration the view will never be new

Takes a lot of gravity to move a flat rock ,it remains while the waves carry the sands out to sea

Hard to feel wild while so idle, reins pulling at the bit and the bridle,what continues to connect me to this lonely avenue

Highest high quietly slipping onto the edge of purgatory,if growing blind are we the best to be our own trustee

Guided into this new place slowly but surely being edged from the race,should I simply accept the lesser *****

When does the climbing stop,regulate inhibitions to grow to the top,predetermination of seeing the edge is no guarantee

Able to remain mobile or ability to go global not to be taken for granted to many simple or fine things to pursue

Drawing a blank sitting solid on the planks ,memory lost at what cost are we becoming life's next detainee

Chair takes it's place as we stand aside, what may place us there so easily without a care ,are we ready to set into something we can not undo. R.C.

Rolling ,falling ,tumbling , taking on traditions of gravity ,more sincere than religion in its nature
Building from a budding breath,carousing on unsure footing ,climbing relentlessly though unchecked
Frugal in thought, never realizing the true systems that should have been wrought,time will pay as they mature
Blind ambitions masking all intentions, reckless rampage forcing itself upward,but still remaining unprotected

Slowly growing ,taking on new ways, actively rising still uncompromising with a pattern littered with phantoms
daily paying a penance, yet still offering little resistance ,life's luscious moments taking up most of our time
Promises made against hands yet unplayed ,as new trials present themselves matching resistance paid with higher ransoms
Middle ground now meeting ,raking together a center piece more exposed ,playing pasts with hopes for a nicer future rhyme

Brazen bravery shown ,learned as we have grown but with a cost ,missing links leaving out parts of passion
Some may see it as cold ,individually known as bold , still playing part as the trait is linked to our fate
Moments of reason sometimes switching with the seasons , true reason still not a daily part of the ration
Blameless behavior, based without  any reasonable facts, part of how we now react,responsibility now a closing gate

Those cautions we were warned to use now showing themselves as deeper wounds ,time building up a more visible wall
Climbing the ladder ,missing a few rungs  allowable lessons but at what cost, once frozen but still willing to face the frost
Individuals moving with learned motivations but still relying on past lessons ,learning slowly may become part of the final downfall
So we may pick or choose lifes lessons ,making room for our own reasons ,just playing along ,waging like winners so all is never lost.
R.C.

ROWING WITH ONE OAR

Flush with fury ready to do it all in a hurry ,begin to roll for sights unknown

What can it be that we have yet to see,do the deeds before our perceptions change

Rules are for fools ,seeking treasure for unseen chests waiting to be filled with jewels or to embellish our crown

Futures viewed through a pin hole ,not reading long range maps ,better with the freshness  of being unconstrained

Not ready to take a position, friend and foe mingle in the same row ,remaining tight against the frown

Bruises slowly form ,broken or torn quickly becoming the norm ,yet still remain untamed

Lessons quickly adding up ,time slowing, beginning to feel stuck, That view now new, seen through a larger clearer window

Personality's shaping with naivety still showing,experience adding weight while futures remained unframed

Cast into a current With no life preserver we might quickly drown if we can not recall all that info

Unprepared to leave shore not realizing it doesn't have to be alone ,paddling in life is easier when it can be exchanged . R.C.