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Imagination sends a post card Sand man has left the sleep Shadow has joined the soul Whispers from the unconscious unheard Laughter and cries of the day stirring Mental programming has to defrag Wonders of minutes of here and there Slowly awakes freely floating in an unlimited ground Fasten your mind belts A grand tour of the dream world is in store for all Even shadow enjoys the cruise Never fallen short of happiness and calmness Call it our oasis or our mega plex Never worry you know your own address Imagination sends a postcard

Dream wink Beverage in a glass Hot or cold it’s your wish Satisfying and calmly exciting Call distraction for universal attention Little star in billions Elusive is the grasp of strong hands Blink blink Sound of loud silence comes from many just saying Advice can be under valued Walking to the angel’s plain Makes words seem like a jackpot in an overused lottery Skin in tingling ecstasy With the spirit grounded to the soul Knowing fantasy will be a never do list Has the wishing well gone dry? Penny for a thought Dreams still seem to run free through the pipe Give a second to new desire Just a dream wink

Randomness Looking towards the future while holding past overdue memories .Noting only ones that now seem silly. Wondering if these are regrets or just points for mind filing. If I turned right instead left? Future of course holds the unknowns for us all, with all the wisdom that has made me so far ,still walking in the bliss of there is more to know. Why? It’s the life road. Could be rough like always , some of the stops can be interesting . Freedom to learn even when the hard knocks are rough. Crave with passion new ways of enlightenment. Noticing my lack in areas that interest me more and more. Looking in the night sky at stars and planets , maybe we are a speck on a blue planet ,we are made from this universe. Connected more than we could ever know so it seems . Sharing the same molecules as people you have never met or even don’t get along with. Irony of being human emotions rule us. Atoms built us all. Like the deepest part of the earth we are more connected then we are diff

Click the In video In Video Lighted digital Quiet whiteness looking in clearness Imagination in random focus Pencil in hand mind brush in conscious Pictures movies memories runs through one’s head Silly moments smiles the eyes Calmly imagination takes hold of hand With minds camera putting down the lines Frame by frame brush keeps moving Time seems not to pass in these moments Only seems to be a mean to the end Faults and mistakes are casted away for critics Knowing no one else is doing this act Ink pencil paint doing your beautiful dance Only now it’s on a screen with no clean up Fun and little skill few enjoy Lighted digital

Doodle one’s mind Dig dig sometimes deep In other moment’s fingers and mind are one Express what unconscious wants Give it speed Give it lucidity Dazzle may not happen Inner peace frees the passion Snack time for others eyes Not all eat the same Put the feeling touch Slip the mess over the word Like the seventh sense see creativity Warning light hearted fails oneself Keep the jabs for the fire A line can be your epic A line can be your piece In random letters becomes loud in order All in all taste the prose Doodle one’s mind

  The aroma of leaves With crispness in the air Life embracing a change Yes nature using its palette  Some muddle about wishing July The splendid colors have no avail on them Huddle in the warmth of artic ware Thinking the tropics sound even better Frost in the morning like  cake icing Sweetness of breathing steam Sparkle in children's eyes of natures paintings Wind blowing many shades of color around Harvest moon set romantic tones Looking to help lost souls find their way With witches and vampires tricking for the treats Jack O Lanterns keeping unsavory spirits away Hallow eves wonders never get old Young as a new born every year Warmer climates may have this nothing like here Candy and other goodies taste better in autumn Scaring is wicked good times Young and old we know we are helping the goodness   Loudly nature has set the stage for Halloween In an Autumn Morning

Flipping digital Modern ways for modern times Tasting many flavors through the eyes Traditional may last a year or so Being love connected in text Another hour a new flavor Hunger for the imagination some say Freedom of being a lasting goal Division in multiple divisions Heart may break but soon upgraded Entertain all but looking for one pleasure Simple is silly so yesterday Keep connected be more connected Keyboard tapping fingers sing the song Virus contagious hard drive dies Giving the zeros and ones antibiotics Friends add ya only just see ya Message for you only when the drama is good Complain and dine Connected the many a few true and blue Flipping digital

This should of been the first of my pictures I'm slowly getting up here to share

Walking sand in hour glass Seconds to within a grain A wrinkle in a smile Pleasing all but the one in the mirror Laughing for all the wrong reasons Ah life’s minutes all but clicking Wishing and misplacing the hope for that unanswered call Ring, ring computer recording is your humble host Tread the hours sand is wet slow to move Fickle may deserve the willing Happiness in waves of daisies Parked in a short meter zone Click, click over exposed is the long fifteen minute lunch Work load only handles the meek Around the face slow go the hands of hours Left the baby picked up the adult Look to the glass time has only grew fast in your eyes Walking sand in the hour glass

Light one to shadow A live negative looking back at you Wondering would you listen? Mysterious and all seeing these dark ones Listen to its talk It’s a live mirror in negative film Stronger in the sun Casting your presence here and over there Quietly looking for ones attention Knowing many secrets you have spun In darkness it is there holding your dreams and fears Can you hear their whispers? No need for despair For like a warmest hug it is there Keeping its cool in a mimic of you Never lonely it’s a friend that never leaves Was only casted for one and only In sadness the whispers are clear Light one to shadow

Jon’s sniffle ode Jon one day on the keyboard had sniffle Little did Jon know this was a small beast? Being strong and somewhat healthy Jon just sniffle it away The beast small by itself huge in numbers Found the niche like sugar to yeast Jon now found himself battling In a boxing ring Jon was undefeated His nose feels like in a fray Challenged by these numerous bugs Jon still finds his sweet spot through playing music Strength through the notes Ruling the moment where hundred percent is less than what he feels Jon knows these little beasts will be gone from his realm Being compassionate to the lower beasts he will just spread cheer to them For Jon in his realm can only be one No more sniffles for Jon

Cobwebs (dream) This all began lying down for sleep. Turning the light off, oddly feeling the stickiness of something on my back .My arms felt trapped with legs and torso feeling this way also. Thinking to myself this must be one my lucid weird dreams I have, I turned my head and saw this was a spider’s web. The creepiness of this started to gathering in my mind. A faint laugh in the distance started, I could barely make out what it was , in the distance was a housefly. Looked like it has been here awhile, “Human .”The fly said in a eerie squeaky voice. “You got caught too?” I thought in my mind great a talking fly. Of course not thinking about the size of this web and not being scared of what size the spider could be. I finally answered the fly “Yes fly”, the fly says don’t worry , spider is gone . Then fear did start set in as I thought about the size of this spider. No spider ? I ask the fly. No spider must of moved on fly sounding like in some discomfort. How long have you bee

Mirrored words Let’s reflect cameras off No glass or shiny objects The letters to the inner conscious Using only the mind’s eye Subconsciously feel the words Vain emotions run only skin deep Unconscious mirror clean and crisp Asking who we are? Deeply the soul wears sleeves Walking the many roads to imagination Good and evil dance in these grounds Seeing many things that in reality would be dream like Truth to the spirit calms all anxiety Drink from the inner fountain Child like here makes adult problems useless Only in words? Give a glance take the journey Mirrored words

The Deal At birth life deals you your cards Blurry and colorful Bets are already hitting the pot Ante up mamma only holds you Careful now life is an excellent bluffer Genes can be your ace up your sleeve Many though lets the dice roll Nature is the house Your first birthday may be your bet In a game of cards the roulette wheel holds the next ones Making wagers with honesty childhood so innocent Knocking the table is life and dreams Looking for a chance at your fold Roulette spins worry for numbers Chances better with red or black Hold’em tight watch the eyes of lady luck Seldom has she blinked for most Few of us get to be in monopoly The deal