Mind traveling low in the weeds,
Watching out for low flying objects.
As I may perceive
Do not run with sharp objects during this phase they say.

Danger can be lurking as the mind is on a different wave.
I do try to remember.
But sometimes the action is faster from one side
Than the other of my brain

Then the place where your body seems to be.
How did I arrive at this state or is it state of mind,
An illusion or reality.

Standing to the side looking in on this view,
Of a life which while appearing surreal;
I feel it is quite real and nice.
So I think I will keep it for the rest of my life.

We hold them close,
As we give them life.
With the first breath of air,
And the scream of pain.

Then they grow up,
And oh so proud.
Looking to see how high
They can reach in the sky.

Along the way they find their path,
But you seem to be left behind.
Looking to see how far they reached,
As they waved goodbye.

Waking to the light
Darkness follows near
Reach out to the light

Laying in the dark.
Thoughts racing down
the hallways of my mind.

Looking for sleep
to end this day.
attempting to escape the noise.

The darkness before my eyes,
gives me pause.
Realizing I am not alone.

But one of the many,
People of the night.

Safely now
as I perceive,
the level of substance
to ease the need.

Going slow
staying in control
as far as I
can see.

But then time
has past,
the point
of no return.

Pressure builds
as sanity
is lost.
Washing down with the last drop.

Read the label
one more time,
be sure your still
between the lines.

******* no
But too late as tip enters




Blood drawn slowly now

Looking for a place
peace rather than sanity
which seems to escape
my mind as it runs after
demons that keep invading

From obscurity
Present twisted views to us
Which to believe now

Born early and small
Laying in my hand so frail
Grown woman, now proud

As the love grows
strong with time,
it gives the feel
of always sharing
and being real.

But in reality
the love that grows
may not feel the same
if you open up
and are a bit too real.

We want to love,
and we want to share,
but what you want
and what you get
is not what you expect.

Sometimes the hidden self
and personal thoughts,
should stay right there
and not be shared.
But kept to self.

Often the thoughts
we want to share,
may be more than
we really
want to hear.

Drifting back to only
a short time ago.
A place of green forest,
coconuts, mangoes, bananas,
fresh for the taking.

Water blue, then green,
as clouds float overhead,
casting colors as shadows
of light come gleaming
through bright sunlight.

Then comes the setting sun,
with small fishing boats
making a final run,
pulling nets with hopes of
food for family and some extra pesos.

The more time
we are together,
the longer our time apart.

The more moments
I share with you,
the greater the beauty in my life.

I miss you more
with every extra
moment of your life you share.

light shines on each day
giving views of a *****
world as blood flows past

darkness in the day
bodies strewn about the streets
then more blood flows past

in the name of God
religious rhetoric now
more death vows promised

Time to renew life,
time to end life,
beginning of a new year.

That choose to renew or end life,
lays in the hands of each of us.
Individually we make choices.

So as you go about your day,
the rest of your life, your future
rest with you, not someone else.

What decision you make
for the path you select
to go forward in your life today.
This will guide you to
beauty with optimistic view.

Go the pessimist road,
you find road blocks continually in your path,
your own mind holding you back.

Awakening to sunrise
on the dawning of the New Year.
opportunities limited,
only by your own imagination.

Christmas is now passed
end of another years dreams
beginning new goals

New Year coming soon
resolutions to improve
make a better man

give it a month more
resolutions forgotten
still the same old man

As I continue to sit
tittering on the
edge of the realm
of my mind.

Pressure still pushing
against the frame
that they say
protects my brain.

My rambling here
will be interpreted
to reflect the view
of some with no real true view.

Fearing not others views,
as long as I
can focus on a life
that's true.

Life will be happily
viewed, from behind
my gold rimmed
rose colored glasses.

Life is what you make it.

petals of red Rose
dripping early morning dew
opening at dawn

Today became sad for me,
emptiness my feeling inside.
So dark this place, the hallways I pace,
within my own mind. Examining each file with care.

Searching for what is apparently
beyond my control.
Now a little speck of light has shined through,
the vision is dark.

I realized today, that in life,
many memories have a greater effect,
but with a hard sharper edge that cuts extra deep.
Down through the bone, straight to the soul.

I died a little today,
a little more than yesterday.
Moments in life, child,
divorce, accidents, spousal dispute or perhaps death.

It has come to my conscious mind
that with each tragic event
a small piece of us dies.
Which would explain why I feel dead inside.

What am I
searching for
as I grow older
and feel the aches
and pains of life.

Is it my loves
of the past
when I was younger
with hopes and dreams
that became lost.

Is it my friends
from younger days
when we ran
and played
with no cares in the world.

Is it my parents
gone so long ago
teaching me
and holding me,
showing me love.

All my life
and all this time
my search goes on
within my mind,
memories of beautiful times

days have grow short and
our nights have grown long and cold
warmth slipping away

flannel sheets on bed
planning a long winter sleep
think I'll hibernate

I feel the shadow
moving slowly across
the view of life
as the season's change.

The transition of light
limited by the shortness
of the day bringing
me to a yearly change.

Drawing me to a darker place
within the depths
of my mind.
I find comfort within.

Slowly withdrawing
from the world
I know,
finding comfort in solitude.

The view that we have
when looking from the realm
of the third eye,
is meant to create an understanding,
of accepted ideas,
within the realm of the known
individual universe of our own minds.
It can be miss-interpreted if taken too seriously.

Can you dry away the tears.
They are not planned,
But just appear.

A thought of the past,
Memory so vivid,
Suddenly emotions come forth.

Standing on a street corner,
Taking in the sites;
A shadow seems to cross your path.

Orifice sensations light you up.
Memories again renew your past.
You search around with your eyes.

Hoping to match senses again,
With memory of the past.
To feel that rush you had that did not last.

As you look left,
And then to the right, up ahead.
There's nothing in-sight.

But the memory is there though lost.
And will lay in wait in the dark.
So your heart can race again.

When again the shadow passes.

Can you dry away the tears.
They are not planned,
But just appear.

A thought of the past,
Memory so vivid,
Suddenly emotions come forth.

Standing on a street corner,
Taking in the sites;
A shadow seems to cross your path.

Orifice sensations light you up.
Memories again renew your past.
You search around with your eyes.

Hoping to match senses again,
With memory of the past.
To feel that rush you had that did not last.

As you look left,
And then to the right, up ahead.
There's nothing in-sight.

But the memory is there though lost.
And will lay in wait in the dark.
So your heart can race again.

When again the shadow passes.

a cold starry eve
homeless huddled in doorways
some will die this night

showering lights flash
across the night sky making
wishes on each one
hoping I will find the one
that grants my only true wish
you in my life forever

Sleep did not come as I searched
To find a functional consciousness
The grim reaper seemed to be near

Thoughts raced, then slipped from
my mind, yet I find safe harbor
on the ride looking for an escape.

It's not a safe haven
When you ride Shotgun
for the grim reaper

Her skin soft as silk
Fingers gently touching her
Drifting off to sleep

sleep comes to heavy
eyes as the stars shine brightly
in a moonlit sky

when you close your eyes
catching light beams flashing by
do you grab a ride