What do we have here
A silent mistress alone in the light
Safe and mysterious I see and she sees
No sounds
Words are lost it’s the magic silence,  a true embrace
The bus stop , my ride
One last look at the sweet succulent light and the magic that lies in between

What are you waiting for
Can you step out of your safety box
Fear is a powerful word
It’s only a word or is it a feeling
They might laugh if I say the wrong thing
She might think I’m strange
There all out there
Waiting for you
They’d love to talk to you
Please just peak your head out of the box you locked yourself in
They’d love to see you silly weird or strange
Just like all of them
Just a peak and slowly open your safety box
Step out and the world welcomes you
We’re all imperfect in our own perfect ways
Fear,
I guess it is just a word
Enjoy

Plastic people winding their own clock.
AI intelligence knocking at your door
Mountain Dew and a shotgun
Moonshine makers missing teeth
Laughing in the sunset
The plastic people are almost threw
The shotgun blast the burning of moonshine
AI isn’t in the woods and the plastic people
forgot how to wind their own clocks
Wisdom vs logic
Moonshine wisdom wins again

Remember yummy in the tummy
How fun it was a giggle a glance
laughter with friends.
Out the door, be home by supper
Yummy in the tummy
Now a cog in a machine
I need to laugh more
and be out the door and home by supper
Don’t forget the kid inside you

In the shadows
Out of the forest
Rocky bottom, Soul hurts
Depth perception is hidden
The twinkle of the swivel
The grand finale , I reached the grassy hill
My brain has been unraveled
Freedom of sweet uninterrupted movement
Perception on spot
Shadows sparkle
The unsinkable mind twirl, bends to my delight
Imagination is a luxury that many have lost.

Freedom ,
Pure Flight Stimulation
Grounded feet firm upon the white sand
Playing expressions true soul filled
Love.
The Circus, Clowns, Kids Memorized
Fantasies set free
The Magic of Love
A Circle in the white sand
LETS ALL TRY TO REMEMBER
THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN.

Chronic head disorder.
One hour to enter the severe pain
into one’s head just because it doesn’t show up on imaging
One hour for them to fully feel and taste the pain
I continue to seek a thrown stone relief of free movement.
One hour I do not seek to have them suffer
Just to understand, when I say I try.
One hour of complete freedom, pain redemption
It’s not in my head.
Acceptance, too many specialists with no results.
One Hour is all I ask.
As one hour of severe pain is a lifetime when it does not stop
for hours, days.. it’s not cancer a pinpointed result.
One hour I would give just to have a true diagnosis
and palpable manageable relief.
One hour I have to keep living
One Hour shake my hand and just honor my words
when I say I just need help