In life, others are only seen to be players within neurons that pass by my receptors, providing me with entertainment, sadness, laughter and often great joy.

A knock on the door
and a package is received
unexpected since it's for me.

Lover from the past
sending a sweet treat to me,
mixed with a bit of love.

Many years ago
my fathers favorite treat
for the holidays to be complete.

Only a box of chocolate drops
that bring tears to my eyes,
as memories of my dad, flood my mind.

She lays quietly at my side,
sleepy with dreams of happiness,
hopefully of me and our life.

Gently I lean close, inhaling her scent,
butterfly kisses of love to her cheek,
dreaming away as she continues her sleep.

Now I search for my sleep each night,
looking to find her in my dreams,
together in happiness as we sleep.

May the teardrops
on your pillow
turn to Stardust,
carrying you
to your love,
in your dreams.

Darkness brings fears it is real
Light brings happiness it is real

The mind controls your fears it is real
Your thoughts bring you happiness, it is real

Breaking of Mind Control real?
Can You Make It real?
Set yourself free  real?
You will make it real!!

Friendships deep enough
Are the ones that cause
The most pain

Like a marriage which
Should be your best friend
People change

We are not always ready
To take the journey
They have chosen

Every man in the end
Must travel his own path
Guided by the memories

Memories of life
That guide your path
With final arrival at enlightenment

I was traveling outside the realm of my known universe

The stars and the planets passing by as I am hurled through space

This is so exciting and new with an excellent view

And the music is new and excites me so I am not blue

But now I am sad and crying as the music stopped playing

And the stars and the planets are no longer passing by

Now I am wet and hungry

Oh Please mommy Start it up again

Please feed me, dry me and start

My Stars and Planets and music in motion again.

Mom was working late at night.
The car was not available,
she would walk home.

I was 12 at the time with a paper route,
which took me all around town.

My bike was of a sturdy type.
It had a place for my bag,
which held the papers.

Mother could sit on the rack,
I would give her a ride home,
as she was a tiny thing.

It was late, as I headed to pick up
my mom from work.

The sun was just setting,
as dusk came to the sky
in the summer night.

Mother had to ride side saddle,
due to her skirt.
Off we went to home.

As I rode with great joy
at helping my mom,
I heard whistles and cat calls to my mom.

For a boy of 12 with his mom,
it was time to learn.
Things of life, men and woman.

Awake now humans
Take count of your blessings now
                   Be thankful you woke

Thinking of a meal
is often,
not on the agenda.

Now I have been told,
that is not
correct thinking.

But I had what seemed
to be right thinking,
for many a year.

With my correct thinking,
I began, to
take up more space.

The air was thinner
and I was not,
since I always made dinner.

There were other
meals to,
I think a plot.

Addictions are many
with daily selections,
like a wheel of fortune.

This one was won
and seems to work,
when I prefer not to cook.

Sleep comes near
in the world where
I find myself at this time.

I feel pain with emptiness
for those that have
suffered needlessly in the world this day.

All that most ask,
is to love and be loved.
Rather than die a needless death.

We are all humans
on this spinning globe.
Please give peace a chance.

There is no manual for this ride

Some times it's a good ride

And sometimes it's a bad ride

It's kind of a roller coaster ride

The red ones are one kind of ride

And the blue ones are another ride
Scary?

But fun once you learn the ride.

Our love is separated
by great distance,
and my heart
longs to be near you.

Longing for the time
that the distance is no more,
and our hearts can come
together as one.

Every day and night lying next you

Every day holding you

Every day More special than the day before

Every day you change my life

Every day Now is special

Every day because of you

Every day love is all I need

When I was about 8, living in St. Louis in a 4 family brownstone, I was sent to stay with Mom and Dad Ellis in Salem. One day some boys suggested we go down to the river which of course sounded like a fine idea. As we were walking along the river bank, we started being shot at by some other boys with BB guns. We ran in and next to the river to escape. Once I got back to the house I told mom Ellis what happened. It was at this point when she asked about my new shoes that I was wearing that were extremely wet. Busted. A few days later I was being put on the bus back to St. Louis when mom Ellis handed me an envelope to give my mother once I arrived home. Exiting the bus, my mother was waiting. I started crying and telling her I was sorry, as I again told the story of the wet shoes. I wanted to tell her before she read about it from mom Ellis. So much for honesty. Nothing in the letter about me, just an update on dad Ellis's health. Fears of a little boy.

Morning breaks
as the sun rises
over the horizon
for another day.

My love lies
next to me
in gentle repose,
completing her dreams.

Moments of quiet
reflection at dawn,
of life and love,
with the love of my life.

Flames shooting through roof
                Lapping at walls and curtains
Windows Exploding

As the sun rises and I already have 3 hours of energy spent and the attempt to slow the thought processes to a dull roar seems to have failed, yet I feel invigorated and excited as more words and thoughts, race across the compartments of my mind looking to find and keep the thoughts that will bring emotions and feelings to the readers of my work.

And even then will I really know if it's good or just polite. Either way it really excites to stir what you hope are emotions and thoughts that will stir others thoughts.

The draw from the energy of my brain is so great and not really wanting to lose my position as I sit precariously on the edge of the blade. How far can I lean to the artistic side of my mind before I fall to far and lose my mind completely.

What is life without risk, I like the feeling, I like the release, it's such a rush.

Yes it's worth risk to hang on the edge and hopefully this second cup of “Joe” won't push me over the edge.

The opening of this day is early,
as I rise to wash my face and
have that first cup of coffee
and check in on the world this day.

This day in history many years ago,
I started out my day much the same
as I have today, though much younger.
And not as knowledgeable as today.

My day was filled with classes
which was just to **** time.
The excitement today was
my test to have a license to drive.

The day progressed and the excitement
grew, as I thought of my test
that was looming
and having the freedom I saw ahead.

Suddenly the world seemed
to stop as the word went out,
the President was shot
and we were all in shock.

Birthday or not, presents
didn't matter and license forgot.
From that day forward
this has always been part of my birthday thoughts.

Standing at the Edge
Looking down
Earth below

Rocky peaks
Sparse trees
Silence of the snow

Blue sky above
Water dark blue below
Clouds drifting by

Turning to face the sun
Gliding down
Over the rise

Faster now
As I go
Feeling the wind

Carving a turn
Powder in flight
Direction is changed

Through the trees
I fly
As I take flight on a rise

Feeling as free
As a bird
And light as one too

Breathing in cool air
Cheeks all flush
From cold winters stare

My flight is now done
But the runway awaits
Another flight

Water is valuable
            Not be wasted needlessly
Yes, Shared it must be

Waking as the sun starts, it's early morning rise
with shadows of darkness lingering
from clouds on high.

I see the morning light as it transitions today,
my thoughts are of you
which brings only light to my life.

Shadows and darkness no longer part of my life.
Holding you close,
Only sunshine in my days.

Do you see the beauty around you
When you are going through your day?    

It may be time to stop
View the beauty that is before you

Before you plunge into the media
Driven world of your day

You have time to let go
To see the world

As it really is each day

Just putting words on paper
to express some thoughts,
as more death of more
humans has taken place.

No matter the time
or the place
actions like this
takes us deeper into the abyss of evil.

To all those who died today, may you rest in peace.

When I say my nightly prayers,
thanking my lord
for this and every day.

Asking for forgiveness
and strength to make
it through each day

Give me strength
and help the human race
to create a better world.

My final words
of thanks to God,
allowing me to be with you which makes my life complete.

Even as I feel the pain of only having had a moment to touch a passing comet.

The letters and calls and then  short weeks of hope and adventure.

Now all I have are the limited memories of hopes and dreams of better times.

But will never forget those brief short moments of a beautiful life, a beautiful child.

There is far more to an individual than what you see.
Look to the beauty of your soul and heart,
Rather than the perceived vision you see of yourself in a mirror.

Do not allow the skewed visions of a media driven world,
To control your thoughts on beauty,
Which shines from your heart and soul.