Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Reflective Quality Is Priceless

The dance of life,

Cheers to memories,

Waltzing in eternity,

Classical symphony,

The eternal flame,

Don't Give Up!!

The power of a storm,
the knowledge to prepare,
the wisdom to be patient and not unaware,
relies on our ability to understand what so many will not attempt to even comprehend,
it could have happened to them.

The fact of the read,
this blog is a lead,
people can change things,

A reply to know answer,
the point of what's driven,
are decisions that have made differences,
so that lives can complete,
not continue to question,
the fact of repeat.

A task or a purpose,
the reference to such,
take a look at the World,
it is a good place to start.

A message to Humanity,
brought with a brush,
the strokes of the painting,
the poems only touch,
the lyrics to songs,
makes life in a picture,
umbrellas to touch.

Hello, Hello, Hello!!

What an incredible day!! I went on an incredible ride on Axl.  He is a nine year old Thoroughbred off the track.  He is available for re-homing if anyone is interested.  I took him out on a new trail and ended up making a few people smile along our way.  In fact one gentleman stopped his vehicle and wished to visit and ask a few questions.  Turns out that his last ride was on a Thoroughbred off the track too.  He told me how the horse had run away with him and he couldn't do anything to stop him.  We laughed and I told him that I hate that when that happens, but it does happen.

After introducing himself he invited me to continue my ride on the private road which we had come across.  He and his wife lived at the end and they did not mind me riding up there, it was very kind.  He also told me of a friend that had ridden in France for two years. He told me that he stopped to admire a horse and rider on the road, saying that he had not seen a horse there before.

Axl and I continued on down the road and soon we had to ride over to the side to let another car pass.  As the car passed I waved and kept going on the road he had told me about.  It was beautiful.  Tucked up in the redwoods, the road wound around different pieces of property.  As we started up the last hill there was the car that we had let pass.  Turned out to be this gentleman's wife. To make a long story shorter, turned out she too was admiring the view of a horse and rider on their road.  Big smiles, warm conversation, who could have asked for a better surprise.

As Axl and I turned around to head back to the barn, the birds were singing and the hills were full of life.  We rode back through the bamboo ranch and cantered up the hill to home.  It was a great day. 

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Take A Leap Of Faith

To be an example of what is a forward march, I'm off to the Barn.  With my britches on and my boots in hand, I say to myself, "I will go on."  I will greet what is to come with the cheer of, life is weird and I am more than just here, I am alive and I will not live in the fear of the unknown.  I will embrace all that takes place and remember it's called, the Human Race.

I love to laugh, I love to smile and I love that I may have the opportunity to meet and shake your hand today.  I love to know that every day of my life has been a leap of faith, it keeps it real for me.  It makes life an adventure and not a sentence to be lived out.

The Optimist Is Todays Ray

I encourage each individual, every person that would like to go on.   Put down the immediate and stand strong.  Turn about and recognize, life is the breath that is not dead.  Look into the eyes of another and say "hi," be that mirror of no fear.  Encourage a smile to come around by just simply saying to yourself, "I am a human being that can change the most amazing thing....another persons day!!"


The paper breeze,
the muddy ink,
the sentence blinks with questions.

The length of time,
the passing second hand in life,
missing the touch?

Connections serve a numbered learn,
absurdly used,
the Minds have forgotten,
Societies dues.

Powering towards the change, what for?,
it will be important to remember,
conversations presented individuals,
the interaction brought choice,
looking someone in the eyes made you realize,
words are powerful but the human touch,
well.....that saves more lives.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Shadow Echoing

The eyes that never grow old,
the clarity that never dies,
the worth of every life,
the depth of simplicity,
the revolution or a guide?

To build a road, no longer necessary,
breaking this link with humanity,
no connections made,
the dial tone trades.

It is the bitter chill in the air,
that snaps the chain for repair,
not naturally; Inevitably.


The day is bright and offers each human being an opportunity to live this life to the fullest.  The advancement of all that is now surrounding our each and every day amazes me.  So many gifts have been presented to humanity and yet the World is still under such great stress.  People are not smiling, laughter is missing, reality is overlooked. 

Hello Friend

The truth of existence,
liberty of life,
happiness and laughter,
the birds chirp!!

The human touch,
a smile speaks,
a comforting voice,

The better or the worse,
views of droves,
found in signs,
the mirrors of nature.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Glacier Steam

Watching the World die,
a tear is in the rain,
the shame of what will be,
lost in eternity.

Love is just a word,
people spread it like an infection,
a disease without a cure.

Never showing,
it looks like ice cream,
melting in lives of,
only dreams.

Better Said

The compliment of another human being,
lends credence to the existence of life itself.

The walk of humanity is a lonely one,
when your hands are the only ones you hold.

The hug of the breeze,
the shimmer of the trees,
the balance of the surroundings,
this becomes the identity that you rely upon,
to even attempt to breath.

Life has gone so wrong,
we have swept away connections made,
alliance now a phone.

An icon or reflection,
there are no eyes to see,
when the example holds your read.

Negativity streams so hard,
the words with faces never touch,
as if the anonymity releases rush,
the storm of their energy is CRUSH.

Conversations eye to eye,
ability to listen or to say hi,
the handshake now fingered swipe,
destruction is the same,
just like a puppets trade.

Collective Thought? or Internet taught?

Thursday, February 20, 2014

I Believe In A Coffee Cup. It Is A Religious Experience To.....

Nice literary works over a cup of coffee:-)

My Coffee Cup Theory

I know that in this World today we see what is. Some of us run, some of us hide, some change their names and some disappear.

Try not to despair or judge with the Centuries that have passed or assume that through old belief's they will repair this rift in the Air.  Even "Time" has changed it's mind.  And Ancients seem "No where." Guidance for such deliverance of knowledge that comes from a different means, is not readily received by anyone, anywhere, if you know what I mean.

I am not a Man, nor would I ever want such responsibility to fall upon me, in any life chosen for me. One day I will be free of what has become so taxing to me and for me.  I have had to grow-up or advance in my years from a child-hood view, so, I would be afforded the opportunity to watch, listen and experience all that is new and seemed so strange.  So many arguments over which religion and how that or any other for that matter, practiced it's faith.  It became so confusing, I quit the entire religious belief to know that it was not worth the Wars that it was most obviously causing here on our own homefront, least of all the Wars it has already caused on every other bit of land on this God Forsaken Earth.

My original idea to do or accept Death and/or Life was presented. I watched and learned alone so that I could gain my own opinion of what I thought was "Right or Wrong," and "Good or Evil," "Religious or not," etc. I discovered so many inconsistencies amongst all that I witnessed, I decided I must only be able to find comfort in what is considered spiritual by nobody but me.  I found my solace in a coffee cup.

It is real.  It is always there. Of course I must wash it with soap and water, should it need a good cleaning,  And if it breaks I can go anywhere in the World and purchase a new one or old one.  The best part about my "Coffee Cup Theory" is that a coffee cup can hold all sorts of things other than coffee.   Hot or cold, even if they are chipped up a bit, they do the job they were meant to do, serve and they keep time too.  So, really, in essence, if treated with care and concern, a "Coffee Cup" can last a lifetime or even longer if necessary.  Just go to your local Thrift Store or Estate Sale and you will see what I speaking of.

Best of all, should you die and belief becomes waning because you cannot see the very thing you sunk all your hope in, you can always take a deep breath, after you take that long sigh and ask, "May I have that cup of coffee now.  I know exactly where I left my coffee cup, it's at home."  Death will answer and lacking anything better or good to say, I can tell you, "You will be on your way, coffee cup in hand or knot."  Should you not be able to pick your coffee cup up with the physical hand that you know it with, than, you shall know that a new and different dimension speaks.

I wish for you my best. However changes are necessary, and, unrest seems to be what will plague the indifference that is happening in each and every place today. There is no belief in anything anymore that brings peace to the land, or to the minds of Men.

I believe, we have lost sight of innocence as a way to fight what is wrong. All in an effort to make it right.


Death comes without an invitation.
No Note-card arrives for review or approval.
The date is set upon arrival,
know input, "Did you rival?"

To do what you must.
To succeed and accomplish each & every task,
takes "Mastery of Craft," not just class.

Attention to detail is required.
Being a Liar is not admired.
Laziness is retired.

Return you will,
to times of "Ill."
Regardless of your mess, it's called,
"Due process."

Deeds of Life were drawn,
Contracts to prove you're gone,
were signed and sealed,
with every deal.

Sin was an "At Will," wheel.

You turned.
Do not say, "When" or to ask, "Where"
this will only enhance your End.

"I almost wish I was there!"

Death Court that is,
if interested in "Where."
I have a fascination with it,
how flip-it you are with what creates those hard-core scars.

For failure of such a chore
is met with permanence and much more.

FLAIR! Should I dare to say,
"It does mark the way."

Death will say,
"Come here to stay, I'll escort you the entire way."

Believe what you wish.
Shout what you must
and when you realize that you are Mute,
you will know with certainty you've been dupped.

Looped and Ashamed,
you have no ready claim.
And in a speedy exchange
 you will wish for that Hot cup of coffee.

Lame or Stable,
I am only able,
 to give you something, it is not much, but it may touch.

A suggestion at best.
"I hope you never rest."
Just a personal thing, I accept owing.

A hot cup of coffee would make more sense
than a prayer to a being that you've never seen.

To expect that a god should come to your Wake,
when you neither announce or denounce the existence of:  "Shake."

Attending Mass would have been good.
At least, I think that you probably should,
practice the Religion that you preach with precision.

Pointing your fingers at what you call sinners.

To stand at your end,
without doing yourself in,

Shouting your plead,
makes as much sense,
as having no need.

 Some advice you can "SEE."

Just imagine, what it is at the
"Top of this Post"
and maybe:
You can redeem and have that chance just to be; Free!

Monday, February 17, 2014

Intercom Self

It is inevitable to say goodbye in this life and I am grateful for knowing whomever I have been fortunate enough to meet in person.  Whatever life ends up being about, it certainly isn't about living, it's about surviving long to know that this is a temporary stay to determine our next move.  We all die as it is so eloquently put by the World.  We all return to our source or our origin or wherever you think it is you are from or going to, how that measures up with the statement 'we all die' I don't know because that seems to be a twisted fit in this weird reality of existence.  The only magic about 'life itself' is that it ends.  I happen to believe in 'The Continue' not an everlasting damnation for sins I never committed.  I believe that we are accountable and therefore responsible for our actions or lack thereof.  Should a person chose not to believe that lives do not go around/incarnate/reincarnate somehow than that is their prerogative.  However for those of us that believe in so much more we do not appreciate being called a heretic or a fool.

A World Engagement....

Close your eyes not your minds.
Open not to what you know but to what you can't.
The further you pass from reality of what is,
the farther you go from the belief that you will need to see the inevitable.

Faith alone will not absolve you of your sins.  The "Sin Board" keeps all the tracks of each and every one of your personal infractions.  There is no God that presents or defends your life in this after-World you speak of so readily. There is no opportunity to throw yourself on the mercy of the court, asking for repentance of your sins, either or whether those sins have been committed here on Earth or there in the below, or Hell as you know.

The measure of your account on your own personal "Sin Board" is why I worry for Mankind and why I know that without question, with certainty, there is much trouble for Humanity to be had after death.

This is not a "Hit or Miss," date.  Your date with Death and your arrival into the Hereafter will be kept upon the time of its call.  There is nothing that you can do to alter or protect yourself from this extremely hard core fact of which I speak so frankly of. 

There are no bright lights, no tunnels to decide to walk through, that would be just the beginning of a death in this life explaining your forward motion towards what will be in actuality. The people you propose come to walk to your aid, your relatives that speak with no delight of this place are guiding you into a blinding light, don't be a fool.

These people, whom are dead, should cause you horror not comfort anymore, for my advice is to not speak to the dead at anytime during or after your life.  It is the sufferers of "Near Death Experiences" that tout of walking into the light, but take note that they are back here and did not accomplish such a feat there. 

A word to the wise, a word of caution, a word of my observance, I am being only considerate and am trying to be not only attuned but to show compassion for the idea that we all may not be from here: Here being the same place. I say this plainly to you and yours, in the case that a relative, friend, acquaintance, parent or any other entity should try to walk you into or try to walk you into the light; Do Not Go!

You are being encouraged and sometimes it sounds forced to walk into something called "The Light" directly after you have just experienced your death.  It seems an awful lot of decisions to be made so quickly, especially while you are still trying to digest what has just happened in what you thought was life.  The problem is or the way that i see it, "Aren't you still alive?"  I do not like the hurried approach that I hear of people speak of after their Near Death Experiences, I get very uncomfortable with all the pushing.

In my experience as a child, I did not see a light, let alone a tunnel to be sucked into the vortex of, while waiting for my decision on whether of not I was dead. In fact, no one person showed for me until the Demons came to comfort my crying soul. I find comfort in Demons and Spirits as long as I do not see them in full light, for in full light they are terrifying to me.  However, the choice was easy from that point forward, I would rather be with any Demon or Spirit, even Satan himself, than to take the hand of a dead person trying to lead me into a tunnel saying "Walk into the light", I  will never walk into what is blinding and I cannot see where or what I am walking into, that is Hell to me.

For in death, I found Life and in this confusion nature has insisted that the truth of my story be told.  This is my story and this is my life. I did not have one or two of these experiences with what you fear, but I have had a lifetime with whom I have grown to love.  The ones who cared, when all of you turned your back and feared when you looked upon my face. I will support and stay with what I know, rather than to acknowledge that there are now dead men and women walking this Earth with no Soul, no Heart and no care to the Welfare of anyone but themselves.

Originally posted on 11/10/11

The Human Race Has A Finish Line

To admit the future in passed, I continue to walk the math.  It all adds-up to exact, the nightmare of the Seen, I return to write out a new path.  With no more ability than the gifts that I have, life imagines a different outcome so that I will not be stuck in humanity and their fast track to destruction.

To be a forward thinker, to maintain independence, to balance this life with other lives not yet lived, I balance this existence with only myself as a friend.  The reason for expression has only been a feeble attempt to offset future events.  The witness to my life has been I.  What I have learned is priceless and will be a guide in my future experiences, my future life.

The past has been something that just happened and cannot be changed, ever. And in dealing with what took place I have reached a new understanding, a new state of being understood by the only one that it is important to be understood by, myself.

These simple notions have stopped me from turning in my sheets at night., They have stopped me from making the same mistakes again and again, life after life.  In my country not many believe that we have been before, very few believe we will move on.  The majority believe in Heaven or Hell, good and evil, god and War.  Society at large points the finger at anything different and screams heretic, kill her!! Of course this is all while going to church, and advertising forgiveness for a fee.

We should be free to do as we please without having to get down on our knees for popular belief.  This cannot be good for 'life itself' if all my country does is scapegoat other parts of the World or people for that matter for not being in agreement with the dictated belief.  It is religious totalitarianism.  I am told all the time that Muslims, Arabs, Russians, Buddhists are the devils in living form and that if I only understood the damage that they did and have done and are going to do than I would not write anything at all about difference. I would take the side of my Country  and condemn the Pagan as it says to do in the Bible and kill the non-believer before they destroy us.

If we have to pay a fee to be forgiven, if we have to get down on our knees to know liberty, if we have to kill to obtain peace, if we have to be forced into certain beliefs in order to live without being judged than life is not free but a prison to me.

As I too have been scapegoated, I feel strongly when the fingers are being pointed and guns fired or bombs are dropped and Countries are destroyed out of fear of what may be there and yet never seems to be found. The aftermath of the destruction that I have seen in my lifetime lends me to believe that the most persecuted are the most misrepresented and are usually killed for absolutely nothing other than their standing in or for what is different.

If we were all one in the same, if music really did change beliefs instead of just offering hope, if life is meant to indeed be free, than why are we paying with our lives each and every day when we say, get up off your knees and try seeing that we are all human beings.  Why not shake their hands, try meeting in person just to see if you would like to know a life and not kill one that is merely fighting back because all you have done is attack in response to only what you have been told.  First it was the ......., than it was the......and in the end it really just came down to the fact that no one meets anymore because it ends up being too much work to see 'eye to eye' and 'face to face' the result is extinction via erased.

Take Stock

I met someone on the beach the other day.  We were walking towards one another, confirming my own path I looked up and our eyes locked we both stopped and stared at each other. The recognition froze time in its place.  I turned to walk-on and in the pause I thought to myself I know this person.  Looking up to confirm my intuition I found that they had done the same as I.  Turning my head to the side to look yet again..

I said "I know you."
The reply, "Yea, I know you too."
I said, "I am not sure from where though."
the reply, "Maybe another life."
I said, "oh, you must be right."

We both laughed and went about our way, a strange rapport in an instant.  There was no Silver Screen between us, no musical lyrics that reminded us of something, just two people randomly passing one another in life itself, an extremely sobering moment.  Some of us have been here before and are not ashamed or embarrassed to say it when we recognize a person.  I am glad that it happened the way that it did, it made me feel as if I was not as alone in this very ugly World.

It was not the familiar smile, nor the time it took to utter a few words back in forth, no, it was the warmth of the person themselves, the recognition of another life was so strong it was as if the Centuries hugged us.

Oddly we both said, "See you in the next one!!" and went about our way.

Cheers to the beauty of life because long before we ever came to this god forsaken earth you were you and I was I.  Did you know that when you were born?  or was all of that torn out of your thoughts by what is rammed down our throats every day...we all die.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Sand Castles

No longer am I the evidence of a life in some distant memory of myself, instead I stopped and drank a glass of reality and realized 'Care' is a four letter word too.  In that moment, the moment I had been dying of thirst I noticed that humanity had no cup at all. 

The Rippled Affect

The Moon in a shaded view, does it disappear to fear the Galaxy's mirror?  The grant upon the Sun in some day being gone, does Earth feel fright and shiver in plight?  

The grave conditions, the silenced Oceans, the shipping lanes, the drills insane, the burial entombed, the lives of rare, the planets stare, death is not unique, it follows humanity.

Grounded in life I am so grateful to have explored the Avenues of reasonable doubt.  With any question that is presented the point of interest in the end is not the answer, but why it was asked.  A human condition.


Saturday, February 15, 2014


The bind in the simple release,
is the tie that will never compete,
the rise of the waist in Sees,
the wave of ecstasy, the music reads,
the fire is the flame in mindful reins.

Explosive Loans

An eclectic sooth to only prove,
never surrender, always defeat,
the satisfaction of total receipt.

A Voyeur's Coup!!

I believe the tie is the knot of Truth,
and just begins with musical whims,
the base of which is in the hitch,
the stage of .... only scenes.

A Cat-Walk of listened themes,
the rock and role of what life brings,
the Venue in a steamy dream,
when Man enhanced the Mind,
to speak on a Twin Soul find.

Seductive Climbs

The sin begins with craving,
the lips will never touch,
the soak between the vocals,
the Knight, the favorite crush.

The shock of only senses,
the cut of hearing spun,
reviving pleasures welcomed,
to swallow all in stunned.

WARNING...Audible Coming Tom Rothrock Productions

The boots, T-shirt and .....
Link in and bite @

Just listen to the digs,
the beat of the tune,
don't be complicated,
simply find!!

The luster of sexual desire   'Comes'
with the thought of only made,
know touch of in visible audio,
so Hot...brought on ... old talks!!

Hits the Floor, in the grind....

Expand your mind into the lines of music in made...
You know You want.... To turn Me on!!  Hard deeds.

Tap, tap, goes my foot,
around I go, listen, listen, again, again.... and know,
I'm a girl and he's a boy, the dance?
Music in....timely steed!! Work Me!!

Riding... mounting.... sweetly sweating... the mind,
in this flight of .. friendly ties...zipper fell, t-shirt torn,
to brush your chest with heated......

Breathe in the swallowing, so deep in throat......groaning for a taste,
the snarl of ping!!

Feel the pulse, hold your wrist,
ringing wet, drenched....lusting!!

Don't complicate my emotions,
release your need to hold back.....explosive wrongs my lead in the perfect purring,
it's proving to be......between my thighs,
that ride is soaking me: Ultras fast!!

Oh wait, know bone.

Post Script:

 A "Note to Self" or to whom it could concern:

I must be more sensible next time or actually be with Blunt, grab a towel.

Pictured Plight

Only asked in reply to a curious question of why.

The wash does seem so empty,
the world pooled effect,
so fixed in showing how it is,
the anger is not knowing.

A sculpture or a pyramid,
the broken mountain met,
the film of which is missing,
stolen by a threat?

The impression of the Moon,
a crescent issued proof,
the sun will shine shadowed behind,
I guess it's living clues.

Wars upon the walk of stars,
turning sheets instead of bars,
a bottle-neck in life so far,
the choke discovers the chimneys fluke,
symmetry points at truth.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Tools Of The Trade

May love be the Arrow tipped with a Kiss and the Bow deliver the Hug that should never be missed.

Curiously Asked

May the guest be of invitation. A shirt is a statement of sorted relation. Masked with more than worn-out, a curious sort of wow, displays that entice the crowd.

The persons symptoms seem to say, I feel so lucky albeit a pace. People scramble to see the face, I wonder is there missing type that states the case?

The City fills up these halls, the board rooms seemed a little displaced, the courage it took to not walk away, I must admit, the strength in stayed, amazed me on that video replay.

Smiles worn, squished in scorn? couldn't tell, looked to the right and said 'oh,well' I guess it's good to know the Tell, that seemed so strange, almost like Hell.

The venture followed, the mirrored effect, a pin to show, the lonely room, the poolside venue, no laughter boomed, do you have the resources for, these flights that seem to be ignored?

Not that I worry, I am like a mouse, I just was curious about the tout, that is pictured upon wherever you're found, seems as if you're making a signaled route.

Really, it's just a question that I won't hear, the answer is, yours to fear, after life seems to cheer, upon your chest I see it clear: Wondering?

No Contest.

Forward Views Passed News

 The danger in risk is not in the miss,
it's the hit, the advancement of what proves to list.

Original in Written,
the stance barely told,
the story of life,
amazingly old.

The centered idea, a mind within cord,
imagination is better as knowledge is stored.

This mortal body, a prison thereof,
is only a chore in this given role,
 releasing such bars to See so much more!!

Escaping with ease,
a well-practiced move,
to galaxy dimensions,
to Read better clues.

The 'Work' of this 'Balance'
robotic response,
the journey of the quest,
is to train for the test.

As Over-World reads,
to be just a deed,
the breath I don't inhale,
warms me to ski.

A zone or a drift,
to lift this exist, the next life was scene,
in simply a tip.


Lead Lines

The Picture, the Verse,
a Mind on display,
connections are certain,
to play with words.

The paraphrased stanza,
are riddles in form,
a poetic rhythm in simply performed.

The rite of a conscience,
the delicate ink,
lends 'purchase' to find,
we all do not think.

In streaming of do,
I imagine the 'Proof'
a human relation,
now Satellites move.

No longer the touch of what proves a 'Race'
the 'Love' or the 'Place'
instead it's the tender of spoken erased.

Long 'Past' forgotten,
books now in sought,
common themes become,
letter and words,
 only dreams that are brought.

The whip or the chains,
the fifty-shades brain,
the watch of the talk,
makes empty to plain.

Know action conversed,
the ream in rehearsed,
lost Ages are Pages,
the service on turf.

Obedience, Control,
discipline is bold.

The Order is Set,
the doing of told,
the role of the follow becomes only Script,
if lives are not born with practiced equipped.

To spark in ignite,
the more in the night,
the extension of hands,
develops new plans.

Now I ride difference with lyrics in said,
the only place driven the Lairs of not dead.

A dungeon presents a life to a View,
the sensual drive to the steer of what's been,
the Flame of my Hymn.

Knot 'Watched' nor believed,
my mind issue's peek,
at what makes the curious,
an interesting take!! 


The extraction of the hymn,
the verse of a blend,
the words will know healing,
a Life in a bend.

This Circle of Find,
all alone in a wind,
reversing repetition,
releasing intertwined.

The melody of music,
heard without news,
commercial reminds,
that blue is attuned.

Post Haste to turn-off,
this faucet or walk,
to seek-out no record,
in karmic debate.

To repeat the same mistake,
a Life is not paved,
the stick of this talk,
a carrot of trade.

To stoke only burnt,
remains of the play,
the script of a past,
a future in caved.

To have sought out the keep,
the dungeon of route,
the rails so loud,
in an open kowtow.

The minds of a crowd,
the matter so black,
the whole in the fact,
the Site to look back.

Silk Threads

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Death Pangs

The word of the press,
news to just Net,
the less of the more,
people abhor.

The sneaking to follow,
to wreck with a tweet,
to state an opinion,
or turn love into bleep.

The blunt spoken basics,
of nothing is said,
responses are certain,
to enrage what is read.

The script of the written,
the herd of the verse,
the hinge to the doors,
will prove not absurd.

Actions are labeled,
prepared for a tag,
in the game of you're it,
the pitch is the flag.

A Bridled Part

The mass of 'self-purchase'
is rewound to push-back
to the beginning,
discovery Wild!!

The buttons or triggers,
the Fire and the Flame,
an Elemental start,
to recount the 'why' I'm here!!

Up & On such a preview,
notoriously I found,
interest was peaked!!

None did succumb,
to the broad of the view!!

The feed of the laugh,
popular path,
until is was,
pointed: Exact!!

Tiled in Scat,
singing in fact,
instrument reams of trumpets in Ink!!

A-muse in 'Just' form,
producing a store,
to lead in a storm,
a Life unadorned!!

People sat back,
read only lines,
the print in a post,
singular in stood!!

The collection brought to One,
relief in the stun,
stooped about locked,
the red in the talk!!

Breath Caught In Choke

I pack the frozen to entice the find,
do not dream, do not love, do not wait,
this life is Time!!

Wings of hurdled feathers nest,
far below the persons growth
in mindful muster to fight this mess,
the thimble of a thorough Crest.

The Plane of board,
the room displayed,
a kind of treatment matched.

Upside down,
'round and 'round,
the shaker grips,
a World loss!!

I Really Want You

I write to relate,
connections are mend,
pictured complete,
the gallop of Lead,
to always remember a Life in a Steed!!

The mention, to speak,
better to see,
Imagine, Believe,
that majesty was ....... beautifully loved!!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Slaughtered Because...

Two more lives could not be saved this week,
the phone call just revealed.

The slaughtered lives that could have been redeemed,
grows only one thing,
the reality that people bring to Earth,
this type of death is absurd,
for animals we could have saved.

In an effort to bring awareness,
I brought myself to the brink,
reality is the bitter chill,
and slaughter is the sink.

The Framed

Shoot Straight

The wonder of life,
no longer in why,
the umbrella goes up,
the walk to abrupt.

The Mind of Track,
the notes in passed,
reminds me of a puzzling path.

The shadows of memory,
the haunt of thought,
the brick of core-learning,
the eloquence boxed.

To count on the innocence,
the certain or must,
the approach of the message,
the hello or the brush.

Backing made lyrics,
more easily heard,
stages the venue,
the World in blur!!

So fast and so quick,
it looks like a trip,
resembles the years of classical prints.

The landing of skip,
the whole of descent,
a path to remove,
obligation from spun.

The least of the value,
a measurement grade,
repeating the same or very mistake,
is only a lesson, 
if repeat pushes play.

The Tally of the Day,
is the sum of varied life expenses.

The Piet

the Ice Cream melts,
the chocolate soup,
a coffee cup in thoughts:
A Coup!!

the bowl is tell,
the spoon is left,
cream and sugar:

the express,
to relate,
the image:
Know Respite!!

a journey hear,
a quest to they're,
the bedtime of my Night-in-Gale:
So Their!!

the broken stare,
an empty bin,
the trash of void,
in Life!!

A vacuum chord,
the painted prose,
rainbow colors bleed,

Volley thought,
to noise in spout,
seconds shoveled:
Minutes Shroud!!

a graduate degree,
filed part,
a glass half cold;
Not empty!!

a loaded life,
well-known scroll,
is it the cut or the role?

Snapshots drop the Dime!!

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Their Same Mistake

Voice in Cold,
deliberate role,
a script by no mistake.

The trail in rode,
 Boulevard Groves,
too open gate to stars in place,
the Mystic of the Moon.

A Motor Cycle-Ride

The miles per life,
the wars, the strife,
the gallant decides,
to reason a Site.

Mechanical nudge,
the mud creates clay,
the sculpture relays,
tired and out of the way.

Common sense with reason too,
the choice of none would add this truth,
to equal same exact.
One bye One,
I've watched what's done,
for talk and knot the speech.

Why make promises to anyone,
as death is set in ordered call,
and common sense will not evolve,
to recognize another fall.

Exhaustion leads to simple things,
repetitive and loved,
people paid to up the game,
and shatter life with shoved.

The words fall to drop a clue,
the act in what is blue,
isolation kills you too.

The gaming is a life in keep,
and yet the life won't cheat,
it would rather be what's not seen,
and buried 6ft deep.

This nation has a secret,
and through a way of deed,
 the key is not the choice,
but most certainly the lead.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

The Umbrella Proof

The quotient of this speak,
with format to complete,
to produce a valued route,
the map of how to lead.

The example made for me,
a quiet sort of keep,
do not move until you prove,
you stand on your own feet.

The trash in talk,
the rumored walk,
the voice of less in more,
it proves to be just horror.

The black of blue,
the bruises true,
a scarred and broken life,
the nightmares do revive.

In best of worse,
scenarios cursed,
the dreams are light bulbs too!!

To be awakened by the shaken,
could change one other life,
the road to hope,
is more than cope,
I fight for all in plight.

In such said,
I view the dread,
and action benefits need,
to cauterize these wounds of life,
that happen in repeat.