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

I miss life,
Beat myself down
into the ground
No shovel needed
No direct shock
Piercing my temple
Mental vs physical
It must be just a state of mind

Smooth lips
Stockings tight
Lustful nummies in the women's restroom
Lights
Chocolate pudding kisses
Cream
Upside down Pineapple Express
Wax
Melting
Hard
Hard
Sinful lust
Let it out

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

Intricate bodies,
One misfire in the complexity,
Devastating change, never physically the same
Atlas one must go back to the saying
Seize the moment
The black shadows can engulf you rapidly

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

Eyes slit, must sleep
Shadows laugh at the uninformed soul
Alone and accepting ,resistance is but a choice.
Out of my unkept mind and into the flow of life
A change a ,new breathe, a new life
Acceptance or resistance,
The natural flow of life or
The sharp Steel misery of resisting
The choice is mine
Loosening the tight leather straps
As I flow gently down the freedom river
My eyes slit , must sleep
My mind smiles with simple pure thoughts and away I go

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

Roof overhead, coffee brews.
Bed is comfy and
the yard is big
No job, a criminal record is a wall
No car , walking alone
Mind rumination
No contacts accept non palpable cyberspace
Mental illness a life long critter of mine.
In the midst of fear and anger

I feel alone and alone I have created

Circus carnies
Real words
Focused mind
Remote camping
Soul friends
Love
Life
When possible

Pure clarifying
Simple truth
What inspires the insipid blocks of of the magical rivers majestic and true soul flow
How do we recapture the divine inspiration of the twinkle in a child with a natural and unfiltered  thought process
We must
All As
One,
Together ,
Our planet ,
Our House ,
Our only hope is ourselves and yet we all run away from it
Ourselves ,

Unafraid
Unfiltered
Pure
As we float down the natural flowing river with a genuine smile
Tomorrows a new day
With precious choices to make

Chronic pain
A trip to the clouds
Mind over matter
A brave journey
Hello pain
what are you really trying to tell me
Listen closely
A trip to the clouds

I love her so much
It came clear from the most scientific data
From the heart
Feelings deep seated
soul filled feelings are the strings of fate
I love her so much
I know,
I believe in the strings of fate

Chronic Pain,
Listen to it,
What is it saying
As it burns and tingles
Emotions trapped
Deep, entrenched
Digging through layers
Pain,
Emotions trapped
Can’t see through my inflamed body,
My inflamed emotions
Spread throughout

Steel madness as you glaze and craft the bleak new moon.
Eyes cold into the darkness frozen to the engulfing bed.
Please whisper for the voices can be heard for miles .
All for one as the cold steel madness quenches our veins and sneaks away with our tearful soul

Sinking couch
Warm blanket
Still mind
Neck melting
Body healing
Chill

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

Pitter Patter
and a thump in the night
Alone I crumble
Alone I fight with the mirror
Pitter Patter
I desire your silk
I desire your comfort
I pour your evil but charming ways
I am sick again

Jumpin green
In between outta sight
Can’t see me but I see you
Perched on my Lilly, my voice distinct
Jumpin green
And not to far in between
My jump precise ,
My vision clear
I am jumpin green and not far between

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?

A notch on the belt a stir of the
wicked soup
Trouble in paradise as the highs hit the lows and
The diagnosis is indeed correct
Doctor can you help now
For I truly know you are correct
There’s no keel of evenness
My wings have been melted by my own imbalance
And the hole is too deep for me to wiggle out of

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

Embossed
On the return
Lipstick washed
Step through the door
Where you been
Outside
Yea outside
Inside it's cold
Outside feels better
Time to find another place

What happened
It did
Roll up
Chin up butter cup
That’s how the cookie crumbles
Are these words wise
What happened
It did
Roll up
Curl around the blue dog
Let him decide
Close your eyes
Listen mindfully
For my blue dog
Is my guide within
Blue dog
I thank you
I thougnt you ran away

Feel me
Touch the paper
Swallow the sounds that ruminate
Positive thoughts
Untamed inertia
Listen and breathe for me this one moment in time
Thank you my friend
In my time of dying this moment is
TRULY LIFE

Black holes swell on logic,
but collect on fantasy.
Intercept the middle of the the fat lady,
the belt still squeezes.
Life still kicks,
Black holes squeeze on logic,
but always collect on fantasy.
Imagination wins evertime

My only solace is cereal,
It’s crunchy goodness,
Makes me smile in my time of need
Comfort is comfort
Solace is solace

Funky and free
You and I
Running through the night
Golden shadows
Finding each other
Beyond a simple kiss
Beyond it all
No words need to be spoken
We just know
Funky and free

Time,
Circles of life
Swirling favors of conception
Drops of heavy tears for the end of lives
Time
Celebrate the circle of life
We are al intertwined
One mass organism
Birth and death
Circles of life
Smiles and frowns
Time

Aces
Mental speed, too quick for a blink
Up all night smiles
Intense let it ride
Light blue sand on the beach

Deuces,
Mental fog
Slow motion
Covers over my head
Let me disappear

What’s the game Billy
Aces high deuces low
Got it
My reality
Bipolar

Peace,
Angered by the little things that spin about through my head
Peace
plump lips caress my skin
abrupt seduction flies in the moonlight
peace and anger live together
accept both

I go forward,
I sometimes choose backwards,
The flow of movement,
The decorated change of thought
Mixing colors with words,
I choose my own way
My own smile comes about

Divorce,
Mommy gets it all,
Dads stuck.
Mommy gets it all,
Regardless of the new movement,
Women to be treated equal to men in the workforce
Dads stuck
Mommy gets it all
Court system skewed
Dads lose job
Dads wheels just spinning in the mud
Mommy gets it all
Women have the baby
Men watch the children the majority of time
Mommy gets it all
Women have the baby
Mommy gets it all

I sit
Empty walls and the birds flap outside
I sit
And watch the rabbits mate
I sit
And I see the brick path leading outside
I sit
Living in the past

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

A month ago
Fluid inspirational being,
Med switch mental darkness again clamps in
agitation, adrenaline pumps through veins
Med switch, soul switch
In the blink of an eye a plea for help
A switch in he alchemists bad
The almighty psychiatrist wrong
Yet again with the med dart board throwing
Foiled yet again as stability held me up strong
In one month
In one month
I seemed to have lost my soul
Yet again
The dull shovel
Of mine after many a deep dig out of this
Empty shell of acute depression
Begins its arduous work of bring me light
Manic depression as Jimi Hendrix  guitar strung it
Soulfully on the head
Is indeed a frustrating mess

Where am I,
Where,did the food come,from
Why am I clean
Don't li,emthis place
Outside is my home

I looked into the silver streak breath of life
stared into the mirror
I licked aromatic flesh
Pressed heads against the biggest of eyes
I sit upon Mother Earths own waterfall
And
I
C
R
Y

Paper made of jello,
Snowmen dancing in the wind
Free yourself,
As your imagination
Soars into a peaceful state.

I like to unleash
a smile on occasion
Feels good
Sunrise, sweet nectar,
I like to unleash
a smile on occasion
Feels a good
I’m smiling at you
As I write
Hope it generates a smile
and as dominoes fall
The world can just for a short lived moment
Unleash its own smile

Lost my memories
I am broken
Myself forgotten by me
No memories
No shadows chasing my light
Curled up shivering
I am broken
I can’t remeber who I am

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

Up and down,
Bipolar popcorn
Salt and pepper,
With a lovely twist
of an unorthodoxed path
Bipolar
I diagnosed mysel
I am simply me

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

Lips gleam
Buses scream through the dirt roads
Sirens
Long legs
Tight skirts
And all the glory in between
The clocked turned 6 and my night shift had ended
Lunch is for dinner
And the streets continue their roundabout rush
As survival is the same from the house or from the night protection of a solar eclipse

In the funk,
Melancholy drips its hollow shell
I dig deep inside my mattress
I stay fearful yet only comfortable within
My best friend the heavy blanket
Wet from my tears,
Hankering down been here gone through without a scratch
Just the continuing fear of the scratch in my mind

Satin
Smooth
Succulent
Wisdom beyond kisses
Lustful journey
Swayed by the silhouette
Rythmic
Palpable
Freshly covered fleece

I lost my wife in Vegas,
Pink dress with white shoes
My socks are *****
I’ve walked for miles
Gazing in window shops
I see my reflection in the window
I must return to Vegas
My wife in a pink dress
My gambling addiction

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