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

Waddle smile together
Caring for each other group bond
Americans isolated money selfish
All of us come together
We are all penguins
We have been chained since far beyond are memories the
belief that we must live in self contained divided classes
Now is the time for all of us
to waddle and smile together to be penguins and care for each other as one
It will undoubtedly  come about in my vision that the slowly but surely the crumbling of the the deep rooted belief of our divided classes will soon be one group waddling into the ocean of true palpable feeling for all. Just a vision of mine but one vision can turn into many
Love you all.

Daugnter — lost in drugs, is she alive no contact
Son — a gentle giant
Myself lost in a magnificent forest of my minds creation
I Lost my footing in a blink of an eye.
Opened eyes my forest was barren and naked
My path  I lost my footing on
melted away.
Me— lost indeed frozen in fear

Cleanliness, Godliness
Godliness, Cleanliness
Sweep the broom away
Beyond the smiles
Beyond the frowns
Take the ride of immaculate conception
Being right here, present with true delight.
Sweep the broom away
Cleanliness next to Godliness,
or is it such that Godliness is truly next to Cleanliness.

Lost Myself
My true blue friend disappeared
Time Ticks
A moment lost
Lost Myself
Glass shatters
Mountains split
Heavy tar trickles downward
Stuck  in my soul
Lost myself
Time Ticks
Lost myself
My true blue friend, my bother passed away today, in the blink of my eye
Maybe the underlying meaning of a deep loss
is to find yourself.

Wizards, Shamans
Doctors, Lawyers
Fog filled magic in the city of lights
People listening to themselves for themselves
I spin around , my eyes blurry, am I at work
Is this living
Frogs and squirrels , choking through the toxic sludge
The necessary elimination of an overrun population
Souls already sick, a mass elimination is needed
From animals , nature, incurable mutated virus evolves.
It must be as history throughout time follows true it’s timeframe
Overpopulation  must be cleansed
As the world becomes anew again , hope for Mother Earth,
Shamans and Wizards.

Done with your ever ending false words with no actions
Done with you giving me hope
Done over my never ending attempts to make deep heart felt amends
from the pain I caused you.
Done beating myself deep into the soil over the past
Done being toxic to myself
Done not forgiving myself

Eyes droopy
Can’t will them open
Sleep
Alone
Afraid
Lonely
Black oil
Sticky emotions
Upheaval of emotions
What works
Time
Black oil
Sticky residue
Pain on all fronts

Holding on,
Slip, fall ,
Starting all over again
Quick reset
Improper display
Life empty
Coffee exhaustion
Slip inside my mattress
Warm relief
Sweet escape
Hold on,
slip, fall
Black shadows return

House
Warmth
Bed
Food
Look out the window
Homeless people
Be thankful for what  you have
PERIOD

Love the magic
Mother nature’s way
Pure nature
Heavy snowflakes at its finest
Enjoy

Spinning Gliding
Hair dancing
The wind glides her feet
She feels the music
Hears it to her very core
Freedom
At last
I dance by myself

Worn around her neck
Jewelry
A novel prize
Women endorse
Wearing perfectly, a statement of perception
always feel the love underneath
Jewelry
Just worn
What does it mean?

Snowing,
Crying ,
Freezing
Impeccable tears
Grassy wanderlust
A simple pin *****
A simple feeling
My record is stuck on a continuous groove
What
Happened

Lies and lips that hush in the night
Secret whispers dance through the forest
Unleashed and trapped
barefoot in the soft trimmed grass
She is simply a
Serpent Sweeping up my pieces

Deep down when repressed tears come about
My life really has bee drizzled by
Mental illness and alcohol and chronic pain
Sometimes it’s jjst pure sadness
The song tears of a clown co es into my realm
I truly hope amd knkwmthst I cant go back in time
For my lost family by my own rope
Can’t but time
A simple pure smile will do
Or is it just all we need to just let it all go
Anxiety fear self doubt and just
Live the way we know what are own path should truly be
And just plain live and move
I have no answers
Just hope know that I type this
As I usually prefer pen to paper
But this will have to do
Free flowing thoughts of mine are just flooding out

Live let go amd smiles will come
It just occurred to me
as it shall be true for everyone

Insipid spiders,
Mending geometric traps
My love for you is simple
a new geometric fire built with logs I created.
Under the stars we sleep,
free from the insipid spiders  geometric traps.
Pure nature
Free breathing love.
Skin burning , fire dwindling.
Under the stars we create our own star plate.
Freedom in the fresh wilderness ,
Far away from societal traps.
My tongue slowly drips,
we breathe together as nature is meant to be.

Bipolar, unipolar
Mixed bag of tricks
Wintertime darkness
The clowns have gone to bed
Draw my shades down
Shut my eyes
Tripped and tangled
Jump rope seems so fast

Relapsed into a whirlwind dustbowl of
Misguided past emotional pain trapped.
Physical pain ensues
Sticky sludge collects in the back of my skull
Pounding, physically off kilter
Will I ever be the same
No and that is just perfect
For the mental hence physical pain can not be covered
up by medication for the real source of it all
Will shout even more powerful.
It’s pure acceptance and in your deepest sense
Change in your current t life is the only way out the the
painful entrapment

Memory recalls hurt pain purging out
The source
Hidden in the closet
The Source
People know you know they know
We have to hide it to survive
Memory recall
It is of the upmost importance for us
Secrets deep layers of quicksand
Recalls getting close to being free
Dint hide your mind and body are ready for the
SOURCE

No two teeth are the same
No two people are the same
No one snowflake is like another
Why Is that
It doesn’t matter
It’s your teeth your snowflake
Don’t lose your teeth
Don’t miss your snowflake
Because you have to put in your dentures.
Be yourself
Brush your teeth
Capture your snowflake

Just want to say Hi to my fellow writers
As for some of you
Writing is not just for writing, it is a necessity. For we feel deeply, as it might be a curse and gift in the same breath it is what it is.
It is appreciated to know others if this connects with you
to acknowledge those writings that I read and connect  to know that I am not alone.
In this eminence front  everyone may put on. It is  critical for me at least to purge to purge my true reality. If it is misguided ramblings to others or improper format it does not matter All your verse is yours and that can never be taken away
I’m just me and your just you after all.
So thank you .
Just a mass message and not the purpose of this site
But then again I’m just me so I wrote it.

Eye to eye with a great horned owl today
Spiritual guidance or death
The myth the legend and the razors edge we walk upon
What is it
What am I missing
Guide me please
Sometimes I truly just need it

When the earth was one
many moons ago
Open lands
Unspoiled ground
Fresh flowing streams
Survival in the circle of life a necessity
Earth spinner slower
Thoughts were as one
Mother Earth pure
Carnival clowns and shamans
Magical music
Instincts pure
Life was short and pure

Fear
Afraid of what others think
Afraid you can’t do something right
Afraid of stepping out of your safety box
Afraid of living your life right now
Fear is what we perceive might happen in the future
GO FOR IT what’s the worst that can happen
It’s the only way to be in life with little regrets
You can’t take the clock back
Seize the day.
Regardless of outcome
This is no verse but a guide into your own verse that is created by living life with uplifting words to follow

I beat myself into the ground again today
I don’t know why
My mind tightens and the shovel flows quickly
My dirt turns to mud quickly.
I beat myself into the ground again today
and I do know why.
I’m me and have to accept the scratches in my mind
I wash the mud off and a new day begins.

Pedestrian sadness
Industrial revolution
Melancholy typewriters
Can’t get the rhythm out of my head
Pedestrian sadness
Once upon a time sheets of sadness
Oh how the virus has changed me
Pedestrian sadness
Melancholy typewriters
Can’t get the rhythm out of my head

Blah blah blah
Your piercing lips are moving again
Blah blah blah
My health is dependent on drowning your words out
I seek a new pair of lips to engage with
A simple smile will be just fine

I misplace myself from time to time
Looking inside through the windows
my shadow appears but I’m not present
As slowly as the door closes,
my shadow begins its own misguided journey again.
I become inside out
In a blink of my eye
I misplace myself as my shadow in my mind begins its familiar never ending spin once again
Inside and outside
I misplace myself from time to time

Green grass, pristinely cut low.
Moonlight dance
White laced summer dress flowing
barefoot freedom, wiggle your toes
Breathe through the green grass
from the souls of your feet to your frantic mind
Feel the calm
Feel your sunfeet
Perfect as intended

Enamored by time,
Must rush
Look at clock ,drop kids off
exhausted cars, must find alternate route to work
Five minutes and counting
Presentation in 20 minutes
Lunch 30 minutes
Off work
Must rush
Look at clock
Student teacher meeting 15 minutes until start
The madness will never stop
I smashed my clocks
hugged my kids
Time for a change

Sunshine
Smile
Sassy
Succulent
Serene
****
Simple
Out of the darkness of winter
Simply divine

Mud, sticky residue
Tendons grab tight
Sore bones
Liquid tar inside
Lost my oil
Inflammation past emotional electricity
Stuck, physically emotionally
Mind oil
Pain

Pieces of the tiny puzzle
Written words, burning desire
Magnificent beauty, a shutter from the open door
How beautiful it must be
Flowing and free
Dancing by by the winds tickle
Pieces of the tiny little puzzle
Another piece is found
Another lost
Written words, burning desires
The Conundrums from the bigger puzzle

I adore that fresh air
Springtime drops of love
Yummy sweet kisses
Hair flowing
What a time
To seize the moment and eat some candy
With the endless possibilities of springtime

Pink tethered eyes
Sunshine floating above cotton candy clouds
How often do we truly see our imagination
Crystal clear forests of mirrors
Warm blue light peeking through the shamans cave
One toe touching the other
A magic beam lost
As I await in line at Starbucks
Rush
Stop it and see your imagination
Renew your tethered pink eyes.

fresh drops spring flowered dress
Rolling ankles
Below sun drenched light what a marvel
What a spin of love
Mystical wizardry floats upon the magic field
I love her
Maybe

Sometimes I forget to tie one shoelace
Never tripped up
Forget it’s even untied
Out of sight out of mind
Walking freely
I broke my ankle the other day
The one with the shoe tied
I now leave both shoelaces untied
Untangled
Out of sight out of mind
No filters,
Smiles abound
Shoelaces blowing in the wind
Freedom

Purple
Pink
Turquoise
Blue
Light green
Black
White
And the glorious yellow
The Sun
Penetrating throughout your nerves
I think I will wear yellow socks today
Floating into bliss,
Yellow is the way

Brick after brick keep coming on my shoulders
Nailed to my bed
Beyond tears of sadness
Just empty
Alone
Stagnant
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps
I would but I can’t find the boot straps
The lights are turned off
My only comfort is shutting me eyes
I sleep one eye open as I see my boots vanish
Please do not say pull yourself up from your bootstraps
You’ve not walked in my shoes
Severe depression

Unleash my tendons from my spine
Opioids death from my addiction issues
Green smoke billows into my core
Mother Nature grows it it naturally
Green smoke I can feel the release
Calm waves , magic liquid gold
Green smoke, chronic pain
Addiction free
Go green as science overwhelmingly
Implode the sickened FDA,
As money is not controlled
by natures way,
Go green

A hand to hold
Smiles on the shadows
Hold on
Tides change so quickly
Smiles on the shadows
A hand to hold
Comfort

Sand in between the toes
Mystical moon
Trails of stars
Moonbeams glistening with a soft glow
A collision of one
A grounded pure connection
A pure breath to your core, your center
You found yourself,
The sand in betweeen your toes

Luscious unfiltered water,
Sunshine snow, perfect in the moment
Magic from the sky
How do we all miss the moment
Frantic mind scatter,
Where do I have to be
What time
Can I make it
Who goes where
Insanity of the scattered schedules,
The hurried pace,
We can never see the sunshine snow,
Unless we all take a moment
and breathe

I see you
Not in your fancy red dress
Manners in tact for the elite
I see you as I look into your white eyes
Playing the part
You would give your life for one true smile
One genuine smile
Beyond the belle of the ball
Fake glimmers imagination for all
One genuine smile
I go back in time with my kin,
***** jeans
The mountains lovely marks
The wolves white eyes
A genuine smile as a walk the trail as I tried to keep up
My family laughing
My genuine white eyes smile
I return as I play the part
I see you
Your white eyes as I serve you immaculate food in your fancy red dress

Just sitting looking at a pine tree
no thoughts, judgements about it good or bad
Just mindfully looking at it all of it’s graceful beauty
No thoughts just impeccable focus.
We all judge, it is simply in our nature.
Guy in a black hoodie ,sweatpants are worn,
Business man in his fully equipped business attire
Thoughts , judgements,
STOP

Who what why when where and how.
I find myself between them all
Shackled skies torment me
I lift the stacks of who what where why and how
I find in the end it pays no worthy chap to bother
For to lift the shackled skies bestowed upon you
A wise man in the seedy alley told me to step outside of the box
So be it, I finally found myself again

It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
A quick shot of sweet liquid pain relief
A night of sure fire relief is all I seek
A guarantee death of my soul will follow
It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
My demons are right up on me
I have not welcomed them this close in oh such along time
Teetering on the edge of  any moons of sobriety