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Break a leg how about a mind? Make others smile Some cry On occasion that twinkles of thought Through fictional warps Truthful fear and tears Jumbles of words Fingers and eye strain For the good luck must break a limb? Stress for a warm coffee A smooth cigarette Care to toast? What breaks only the small cells beneath the hairs? Get lines to form Sense on the seldom risk of boredom Yawn loud at least Rattle in behind the eyes Easy ink does run from water Legs still strong Though wonder about the mind Break a leg how about a mind?

Same weird Rules cover normality Plus the weird Untied shoelace rules lean to fall While nicely tied keeps tidy Slip of the tongue cause excitement Tight lipped upsets ones demeanor Odd makes better oddities Straight and even closes doors While not seeing the trees through the forest Give the chance for weird May get a smile Create thought ignite ideas Mold was mold until penicillin was weird World was flat until sails went weird Get past it is too odd to do Same for all is not for the few Wisdom begins touching mismatch Thought was once this Same weird

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Crumbs Life’s banquet plenty for few Illusion others have could and should The few like puppets on the string believe Find the voiceless to blame Strong willed and determined few of a few Hold the a piece of a crumb Give the message real vision Such courage to blame the compromised Playing false god still cut the wielder More get more with victim quality Worlds of have and have not walk the thin line Collide the fortress will protect the have Still the illusion could and should reach Few crumbs fall Boasting that equality has come Wink still in the ash Bits are far from the table Crumbs

Past has no future By the time this is read will be considered dated You ask what’s next Psychics may be able to fulfill Many desire new all the time Though history holds better stories Loving new things must be in our mettle Guilty lives on Few steps back and viewing what has been Gives the romantic heart comfort Strong are the words from greater mentors Still live and stir the mind and hearts Looking to the past is not a place to live Good for mind and soul Gives spirit for memories of good and bad In this day and age memoirs may become extinct Past has no future

Revive wonders Recent moments use to create excitement Passion my friend text me Anticipation stay in touch Has age compromised this innocence? Seeing rainbows made the mind tingle Thunderstorms thrilled Nature in my heart still gets me a smile Knowing this senses still seem jaded Like a child seeing his first falling star Where did that wonderment go? Rollercoaster ride adrenalin Passed like the first sled on snow Been there and done that Should not be the end of enjoyment First kiss feel opened many parts Routine it seems now Like the treasure hunt it is   X will mark the spot Revive wonders

Ever hear at wits begin At the end we hear the reverse Time to be clever Then maybe earn the right Let’s not be a species of can’t Do things if only one The best anyone can be Dazzle one Dazzle many others Work wise hard work is always there Begin with I will learn If anything instinct of being whimsical Mistakes it’s in our blood Made it easy to spell err Find the wise Become the student Teachers even learn Clues are always in eyesight Nature doesn’t visit doldrums Fine tunes and upgrades Say to others have others say it back Ever hear at wits begin

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Playing baseball in the swamp (dream early morning) In this dream, I and a few boyhood friends were in a swamp. This seemed to be when I was ten year old or so, deciding who was on who’s team and what not. Playing like normal pre teens would play we were have the game plus having fun on trying to find the ball when it was hit in the swale grass and water , laughing have a great time. Then we were faced with a professional baseball team, the intimidation was all through my mind. Ironically they played and by the end we all were laughing with the professional baseball players like they were kids again also. The dream ended as quickly as it started. Waking perplexed has thought a few times the usual analytical stuff, what it means it’s not like I was watching a game before I fell asleep. I was at one time when I was a kid very fond of the past time and did enjoy playing, watching, and talking about players and plays that were made. To be honest it’s been a long time since I sat do

Under a cloud moon night Feeling of confusion Excited from the many useless solutions Inner friend whispering to help Clouds break for some moonlight Existences put a perspective spin Tiny even to the sky Stick to the moon closer then a star to grab Like the small candle flickering by the window With the right moment ravage a city Under the frail blips of great ideas Get hold of the mind Clouds pass like whispers in the wind Stranger in spirit passes by Whom to whom Slide in dream space Stars shine there Under a cloud moon night

Curved Flocks of birds fly straight While eagles do aerobatics in mid flight Lines made with rules less interesting Though it’s not for all Spelling how to do all looks like an easy path Webs of spiders are lined well of curves A natural education Nature has much beauty in these Much wisdom from the less straight Simple while being complex Being one with the arch of many lines Hold ninety degrees when necessary Different for the mass Angles sometimes make pi Getting to the octagon of life Makes some nervous at the point If it’s straight walk it if it has bends Get curved

Worry less Anything can be the end The milk is always spilt Is it worth aggravation? Take the spin side and keep living Others will always have these Give the living the life it needs So much to do and see and it’s a part of our journey Spend on the fret makes a loose budget Frail is the being why frustrate the finite days Others bring this to the table of life Never to really enjoy the banquet Darwin sees the law of the less adaptive A few species may have sat and worried Now only left with fossils of their plights In serious be kind and spread it well Worry less

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Dream rail now boarding Many have these Disguised in their soul mask The rails run in a twenty four world all the time Some scream some enjoy Never late for departure Tickets are free Imagination runs the stops Whether bizarre or real Catch a rail faster than a bullet train In real time only hours in dream rail life times Check the schedule see what your rail runs The destinations may surprise you The conductor and engineer and passenger is you Get your tickets Dream rail now boarding

When to flop One time or another it happens Trip, stumble Graceful or albatross style Stars fizzle out others flop Flop makes many bounce Experienced ones get right back up Learn to ride all over again Some like to trip you and keep down Giggle too huge flops While sipping a cool one watching Others have changed the world with some Still fun being the jury Good that opinions flop There will always be these Good for all Bad for the one When to flop

Up one Simplicity makes complex endeavors Plans for a walk Schedule over booked Down to the minutes Time for self marginalized Indulge in a book Perception of relaxing pages numbered Single moment on phone cam Got the one Meditation calculated on a tablet Sleep while setting the alarm clock Snooze the up button Friends meeting like a business appointment Make the time issue Forget the minute hands Take on a moment of one Become frail for an escape Mirror is there look up Up one

Grab an eye Catch of an attention Stimulate interests of another kind? Less gets perspective More loses a flavor Seems like lots of eye candy Where two lines or less last for centuries Thousand pages of page burner burns out in three sixty five Not just an eye gets caught Hype sprinkled with emptiness of flash Society’s long judgment Clash substance with flashy tarts A mix that seems to fail Abused are the words from a beautiful package Sparkle as these ones throw laundry One way some way remember time tested Grab an eye

Imagination snack The milliseconds seems timeless Escaped in the astral plain Senses down to instinct Smiling eyes Murmur of hope fantasy in a brain cookie Happiness for self Meaningless for many Keeping in touch with personal fiction A true freedom that needs no bill of rights Love or peaceful excursion Erotic or pure fantasy screened for you Kooky or weird An epic or silent wander in friendly worlds Never poked or kicked Spread your wings here Scream your whispers Remember it’s a personal private resort Visit only gather strength Release negative ways Find the tranquility Imagination snack

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Visions past present Some visions still radiates a warm smile Others visions tears whether joy or sadness With more maturity may romance about this What could have been undecided regret? Visions of the future hold what could be interesting Growing pain of a young changing society Lots are getting their wish Instead of their needs Dangers for some keep getting entertaining Think of the past too much seeing the simpler times Though certain ways of the future lets visions of others be seen Who knows what is next or extinct Crave a full circle for simple moments Seeing the beauty of the dreams of the young Already outdated a sleeker version soon to be out Visions past present

Cross paths Maps don’t help Advice only a gesture Wind changes direction of leaves Paid education the modern maze Through the hoops Chasing another carrot Nice view from the crossroads Yearning to make one’s own path The dullness of doing things for no real reason Happiness in thoughts of rags Real heroes being found to be real humans Pedestal made with playing cards Success through accomplishment Lost to an empty cash register Road seems very dull Trails of the few seem intriguing One way or narrowing Discover the path Luck will come and cross this Cross paths

Whim leaping Science and faith Either way takes the leap Some on whim Others take the invested way Nature adapts quicker Comfort from the unity of others True believers needs no advice Still others go on a whim Changing the shoes May become harder Measured only on how one feels Lucid in a reality dream Calmness through erratic qualms Rational reason has been jammed Getting emotional leaf falls off the limb Many blows around the ground Only to lose inspiration Being there seems too close for comfort Wrong choice or faith done with self Whim leaping

Aged passion equals gripe Maybe it’s age Maybe a change from being kind Or just being tired of being frustrated Guess the rose colored glasses fall off Vinegar never can be attractive Honey though can be very invigorating Deal with many find lots of bitterness We all know of simpler times Trust even with strangers Case may be the reason for anger in others Still the good outweigh the misled Mind the words “We the People” This isn’t I the person Rights all share benefit of the doubt is touched upon Give respect and eventually it comes to all Rant is a high passion is bless us all Aged passion equals gripe

Crazy way for normality Current events measured by morals Cough, cough Spotlight has moved Real issues to boring Find something to get the morals uppity Real issues back burner Compass what a wacky tool Ancient device Good book says Twist the words or make a new definition Cloud the lazy minds Find the truth turn the dial It’s not hate real haters tell this Real issues gone to archives Free to believe what you want unless you’re one of them Insane is all others Anyone want history? Make it up as real as it can Change facts polish false ones Sign up for defeating oneself Change words for the arm chair researchers Crazy way for normality

Endless search Dot says here Being a modern human Looking for the next etc…. Will there ever be a destination? A point for the fill A comfort in completeness Genetic or societies little got you Have all, but wait there is more Diplomatic pleasantries while looking around the door Master of gluttony? Lust for the possibilities Sounds too familiar Happiness in the hunt In the end only memories A game that rules all No more to come Only bare luggage End game grim wins All the marbles useless Get more for the travel No carry ons though Continue on for the best While in the mirror there it is Endless search

Excitedly tired Body and finger tips whisper Only to be heard within one’s self voice Mind could go either way Imagination entertains ideas and dreams Still the body and toes whisper Excitement shelve it for another time Pillows looking like a fantasy come true Blankets like a heirloom to skins senses Comfort the day’s last frontier Eye lids wanting the curtain call Ganging up on the mind Work to be done in the dream plain Excited for rest Tired to be ecstatic Measuring winks for dreams what could be Cocooned for a bright tomorrow History waiting to be named Excitedly tired

Thrown in the air What goes up once in awhile stays up Random thoughts for one Crazy ideas unrealized it may have been Like a wild horse that is never tamed Only to realize it was easier than thought May ramble on to up in the air Shooting from the frontal lobe Or from the back of imagination Second chance might come once Riled is the ambition Fear holds these in the ether Knowing fear is only a fun house mirror All forgot the eccentric ones Jokes and laughs are their history The few caught the high ones Thrown in the air  

Ache from warnings Such a negative time Lost is the honesty in life Seeing less meaning Misery a drug that is epidemic Let’s see a warning may cause happiness? Now that may become a real changer Keeping all on the edge of depression Seems rather lame Signing up for some good news hard to find One time we were innocent before guilty Look at people close to you any trust? Like piranha to blood in the water Most wait to attack A benefit of doubt is free May all remember this? This is not excuse for ignorance Keep positive about others Good works in karma also Doesn’t mean huge rewards though Ache from warnings And think five all

Cozy clutter When old ideas are cozy Repeating the same ways Comfort in no change Oh words become different still routine Same of yesterday and the same of tomorrow Youth become inspired only to get on the wheel Change for the better horrifies many Monsterfied new ways Cling to the clutter Safe and secure for complaints about it to be different Keep many digging the same ditch? To whom changes price is to be paid Instant gratification seems silly but all yearn So cozy Stubbing the mind on the clutter Got comfort Cozy clutter

Blink blink Eyes for tomorrow Memories of yesterday Closing of a night Should knowing what will be make the difference? Assurance desire holds only grains of sand Give the spark for a torch For the future of others Only to extinguish elders dreams Time a friend who does not wait Consistent to the end Like the breath of a reaper A new born walks the walk Opening and closing the imagination That is a real friend While imagination stays a friend in the shadows Often ignored A loyalty that may never be realized again In the time texts are read and words discarded Hold desire hug passion For in a few lines it’s gone Blink blink

Up through the cracks Since falling through is easy Remember to look up Naivety of reaching for stars brings perspective Only reach for one though Goals of goal may overwhelm Unless steps are taken Let the others complain about who did wrong Learn from the err in us Our edge is just that Logic steps for man May lead to giant steps for mortal When rock is the bottom Get them minds a little dirty Whether its books or trade Make the mind wrinkle Then take a nook or cranny Polish and shine Find where you fell and show the glimmer Be passionately determined Up through the cracks

Hypocrisy good for one not all Rules are for all not one One lives by other privileges Look at them living like that Wait that’s a mirror Can’t be for one, must be for others Don’t take things from one It’s all the others who abuse Yeah one paid for their own Those others live the good life on gold pennies One only gets what they consider is theirs Wine and dine on others Its ok one deserves Those others don’t One does is good for one Not all others Hypocrisy good for one not all