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Get out boxed Staring at four sides and ceiling and floor Don’t feel trapped Open the imagination door No one is ever born without this Many though build boxes for it though In some it claws its way out Give it the creative milk it needs Strengthen the silent side Get to the image reflector Time travel to your youth Mind them days where any item was what your wizardry mind wanted it to be Don’t believe the hype of you can’t or I never had the talent It’s there waiting craving to look outside the box Make it real for the pleasure Get out boxed

Love at finger tips Secrets locked away Confide in the other at high risk Knowing that closeness is not known Naïve we hold one another While passionate heart wants the completeness Could go deep or complete separation Holding a hand of cards While in relations gambling the feelings Giving one another just enough In full moments not knowing one another A play in your domain With blissful forget me nots How many acts will be played? Or will the compassion make the new ground Simple it seems to share much Total trust from gigs of the past aren’t worthy In this never becoming whole Tears capped for don’t want to lose this Love at finger tips

If read wasn’t a four letter Seems in these times read has become the dirty word It’s not a mean word yet In time though when you go read The dirty looks will come This will be such a loss For reading is a great imagination gift Read for many is still a pleasure But still it’s only four letters With this being against the grain It may with any luck it will become an art form For some do already call others bookworms with smirk Now with some pride we need to read ourselves Yeah it has been said Don’t deny this you are already this far Likely though it will be kept quiet If read wasn’t a four letter

Originally mind thinks others repeat Free to say what you want If you like you will repeat to others Somehow this makes it your own Laziness to ones creativeness ? Maybe it’s fear of seeing ones mirror Mimicking does flatter Just selects the sheep for the herd better Giving the chance to become no different All in taste you pout Mind has become iced over Mind the pen it can be mighty Jot or doodle doesn’t really waste Letting the white surface collect dust Only keeps the door to the creative side closed Some may want to know the real you Not the admiration of others Find your way through the known Give your mind the alpha Take the imaginative bet For it may not be for you It will be yours Originally mind thinks others repeat

Began on a whim (100th post) Notebooks scrap paper Very few others seen Then my shadow made me realize Share to the others Whether they like or not No one hears words if trapped in your own place Mostly for myself If the words have inspired others it’s been well worth it Accomplishments many are still in waiting Gonna get clicheic “If I can do it anyone can” If anyone is self conscious Just bring your words to light Any review is worth its weight in gold Do hope many have enjoyed Maybe sometime this will be shared for many But hoping for thousands more Began on a whim

Any brain can do it There is only twenty six No need to count Sometimes just randomly put together Many of them have more meanings than others Some are weak In the fog they do need help though Whether young or old it can be done Few get wished on in different seasons Or waiting for the special one Never can seem to pin point where its starts With them waiting and wanting to be seen Read aloud or mindful said Be picky or sloppy Making memories have the correct spelling Lastly get the mind exercise on For the twenty six love to inspire Any brain can do it

Romance’s lost humor In nature it’s a survival strategy With humans its entertainment While in nature in some species it’s for life Occasionally for humans It’s sometimes measured in minutes or less Kisses would shake the world Wait a minute have to check the cell phone Attention was considered flattering Span now is in the egg timer realm Affairs in between texts Laughter has to be spelled checked now Bond’s made before getting a sir name Cupid never saw the joke coming For it was never spoken In time leftovers wonder why Where have the good times gone? Fun has gone, maturity likes laughs Romance’s lost humor

Belief in no belief Belief ruled by guilt Making something peaceful into something sinful Many become the judge and jury While hiding their personal mirror behind inept logic Scared to be happy for no one has fair judgment Critics and skeptics rile the masses with no substance Call the orange an apple With loud voices many follow for blindness is really bliss Shh , don’t make the questions hard Close your mind and see the pretty colors If they devoted their life to what they talk a little listen may help Likely will become the logical enemy Truth only hurts lies with sugary treats Many do carry flash lights, so if you don’t see their light Shine it right in your eyes to see their point While the real light is very dim near them Belief in no belief

Lie honestly Since truth has become less than an art form Even with many facts behind to prove it is truth Let’s look at the lie then Seeing many times this happening why not be honest about it? Give some credence to the lie Make some points that could make it at least interesting Don’t just walk away thinking well I believe this so that is why it’s honest To many that is more insulting than a dishonest lie This would make more people stand behind the lie Even though the truth is the way let’s keep it honest From a view who just tends to listen Let’s keep it real lie honestly

Had a concept Maybe it was vision Maybe a self induced illusion Chipping the stone causes only many pebbles It was something I still want to reach Feel the moment of a hitting the goal Get up of the knees to be knocked down again Maybe having the wrong keys Still always looking for little wonders When the sky is still high In boots that are still muddy Doing a complete share for all On one way street free to go the wrong way Mind labor striking for higher enlightenment Would a lock out solve this concept? Think it may have been an over fantasized thought Had a concept

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Splendid days Remember when things were much different. I will never say easy. Easy only seems to be around certain people. Times are interesting , the heighten paranoia. Giving or personal freedoms for the illusion of being safer when all people have to do is just say enough, we don’t need to travel that much then. I don’t want to keep going on this. So I’ll just get to my little thought. The season of giving is coming around the corner now. Questions will be in our minds on what to get others. Some of course will be thinking what I am I getting. Imagine a world where we gave from the huge corporations’ right down to the homeless people just giving if anything their time for some volunteer place. Wonder would this make any difference? Or would it keep us the same. This is where it gets tricky no one will admit this either but then it must be discussed here. Selfishness creeps in with the question if I was to do this what would I get out of this? I sense this is right for I did as...

Masked heart Falling on the silent eyes In the pain of nodding to untruths A veil that’s transparent Why in the world it’s always told? Blaming all through the mirror when the cost is self Any see the rudeness Maybe the whine should be with the cheese Turning away will just make the second look more intense A pulsing brain of many forgives Yes to the an admission of false friendship Through deception of forget me not’s The ire slowly cooks to irony Shame with sugar and cream doesn’t make a latte In a world of selfish climbs A hidden gesture in a lifeless written jumble Make the adjustment Secure it well Masked heart

Cabin in the woods Hiding in the trees Showing old age while trees watch the decay A well only for leaves to make wishes The siding distinctive of life that once was With windows holding memories of someone watching the time If only the walls could be pages of the novel that never was written Sharing of what was , laughs and tears and hopes Asking why here? What was the dream? All the work landscaping the rock walls The forest with the last laugh now At the chimney that once ruled them The door now off the hinges greeting who ever enters In a corner sets a chair inviting to a weary spirit Lonely place , how many years it has must have been Smelling time in the solace of gentle breeze Through the roof that has seen many elements Now the sun is the only one who rests there Thinking for moment what was the last thing said here in Cabin in the woods

Will have silly quote maybe some odd stories here also and some news from time to time

Ever look with eyes closed? With a closed door only being open through your mind Imagination playing any musical instrument Have a dream with your eyes looking at the floor Being in a past event in the far future Eccentric thought becoming your motto Laugh till meaning of what was so funny has gone sub conscious With holding sand as fear and letting go all the grains While saying to passers by that left will be considered right from now We all have the keys even while being nude Give your ego the petty kick in the pants aside Slip or maybe even slide into whatever dreams you hold in the safe Ya never know you your soul may remember it’s a spirit after all All non believers will be just that for a Sheppard in the mirror isn’t theirs So hold them tight make the third eye tear up Ever look with eyes closed?

Maybe some roses What a paranoid fearful world we live in. Giving up freedoms seems to be a new pastime. I think they may have won the battle. Now everyone wants walls to keep us safe. While we bicker amongst ourselves a few keep their freedoms. Blame game has started beginning to be the perfect storm for the ones who really want control. Lining up like cattle to be probed and scanned, no this isn’t an alien encounter of the third kind this is reality. Many of course say we have to do this that seven year old child may be carrying some kind dangerous. Many dangerous leaders that have passed on must have smile on their face now. Still call ourselves patriots. Being treaded on without even see who is doing this. With a smile they say they have to do this for they admit their security wasn’t up to par. Still line up for the groping the scanning. Does anyone consider saying screw it the only way they will get the message is to stop. Financially talks many listen. Looking at the flag now...

Could be spelled? The moment we breathe , are we cursed? A book that many know say we have sinned . What if we are cursed , not by another,yet the day we were born or the month , the time you get the picture. Seems sometimes if you ask for little that is what you get. Thinking of the millions of different people are at the wrong place at the wrong time. There is many who do seem to ask for some problems while others just want to be peaceful. May be it is a spell, from a universal being ? Is it just a play we all live in? Those words seem to stick with me. Never got to rehearse the script though, I think I would off walked off a long time ago. Destiny spell may be in play here yes you do have some control and choices you make, every now and then though the cards in the hand aren’t worth playing. Demand a new deck!!!! Life is wondrous in its simple complex form many of the flora and fauna have taken millions of years to get this way. Others have fallen, sometimes when I look at tree...

Sense website?? We have many sites , many apps. Will there be a day when we have sites that feel feelings? Or give us ways to use the senses? Would be nice in some ways. Maybe someone should buy these websites names. Like lick an ice cream . That would interesting having a device that you could lick and have your tongue sense you are licking ice cream. How about smell put your nose in a device and you can pick all the smells you have been craving. Likely though someone will corner this market, and monopolize it,playing cards or slots you can get the feel of the items in your hands. Of course there would be romantic sites for kissing hugging etc use your imagination here. Though a fight site might be hard on your self , Imagine showing up at work or school or just out in public with a black eye or a fat lip. Yeah had a fight at the fight site last night. Maybe a slap site would be enough , keep the slapping to a minimum. Random thoughts run through my mind like this, and every now an...

Hopes of a mind wipe Positive does attract negative Though being dark minded doesn’t like light To be able to moan so much that not realizing you are Throwing the rocks breaks spirits Only in the midst of earning for misery’s company Like a severe case of mildew water does make it grow When do the pleasant of life make a splendid universe? Pills seem to cause more ills One day may shine defrag the mind? Honey does get sweeter Laughter gives all the body and air brilliant light See the trees listen to the breeze cherubs do calm the soul Wipe hard do it well The cries are just tears in the rain storm of self Being mind free being spirit free Make the best when it’s the worst Hopes of a mind wipe

Balance of lack and inquisitive Sheep will follow sheep leaders Even the herds have leaders The keep always in line for one Story tellers tell stories When only a shadow will listen Shadows always seems to keep to themselves Only in whispers of gentle breezes they silently tell Walking through the window few get curious Only asking when tidings, when needs to be polite Wait for the others Ah yes the herd in numbers make the stories All will be telling the tales of how it was Knew it before any who else A biggest than all the rest Stories only get bent in this time Keep sets limit for only one Share becomes a dirty word Help I don’t know’em sooner than true acquaintance Even in a sharing moment Balance of lack and inquisitive

Crank your toe Times are tough Times are less than hopeful Saying in these points of life greatness comes Find the niche Trials in the product of what’s been created Putting the piggy’s forward Talent comes in many forms Fear becomes a term for weak hearted Never dare spends too much time for wrong reasons While looking back in thought should of Never dipping the toe The water may seem untested Giving it try it’s nice and warm for the challenge Must give it all Using muscles and dreams to greet destiny Little effort seems like the Himalayas If walking the alley of doubt Possibilities are endless Crank your toe

Free think Wild wild Lifeless little nod Caps of ales becoming the pastime Why not? How? Prison self inflicted Thought wasting for the spirit to release Warden always sees a mirror image Reflection to the soul creeps loudly Never was taught never talented If the directory said you were here Read no more The dot is only point to start from Make the arrows follow the soul Camp in the imagination Rattle not the hand but in the mind All whispers are there of a kid that only cares for creation Be careful little ideas can become a new life Free think

Unicorn phone Fantasize reality phone Think it and all wishes granted Gotta have all the features Wish lists are now have it lists Be careful on these lists though Pots of gold become heavy Leprechauns are included For the who is and have their number With every app comes treats of desire Pleasure all in the touch screen Super wide screen placed in the palm of finger Texting with teleportation be there With universal and dimensional satellite No more bad days Dream places come standard Lift the social network to party at my place right now When all said and done though What would you say to a unicorn with a smart phone? Unicorn phone

Silence sets loudly Voices from far away but close Darkness with eyes open Running through the doors in infinite dreams While finger tips holds to finite reality Moving through black and white Vivid is the loud lack of sound With shadow only looking majestically in a chair Whispering to the other voices Bed was made Coffee wanders through the silence Images of once loves and hopeful ones Destiny peeks around the corner of the mind’s eye Many wonders, few fears With regret at a keyboard in writer’s block Fighting the sound of what could and should of Lucid keeping all in place Silence sets loudly

Curiosity in crisis No longer curiosity will be blamed for the cat Maybe the cat has become less mindful Look around does anything make you become this? Giving notice to why The three letters that use to get some kind of an answer Now it’s like you spoke a language never heard before Ever use how are you as a greeting? Do you want answer really? Or has this become another way of saying hi now move on Coldness can be slippery for we may ask for and never receive When the incident happens Words to all the letters Key stroke with honor Free we are but should have an ear for a voice A society has no time for the small talk Come now we will overcome and become one Curiosity in crisis

Nine files octagon Odds get casted all the time Only five feels fine Seven will give you luck Poor thirteen gets the wrap for all Odds are always for the house Evens are always considered average Why can’t there be another side to octagon? Come on we all think outside the four square Give the flip to six Many love to hear up to ninety nine percent off Free the odd especially when they are in their prime Eleven stands one to one Another side will make geometry main stream Giving odd is like for some giving love Love equals less when pulse rate has gone prime? Stretch the rules of being one eighty Ninety nine percent will not share Zero odds for the file Nine files octagon

A Shadow Memoir Shadow is the name, been with you since birth. Technically at conception though I never talk out loud or even whisper. I’m there all the time. From the first breath until your last. Yes I do much better than any other for you. I never judge you try to help you see when it’s just too dark to see the reasonable way of doing something. Secrets a confidant until the end. On occasion I mingle with other shadows to discuss the life events. Never revealing what it is hidden inside your conscious. We do have our rules, or sworn oath to be there when most needed. After a nightmare we are first to be there for you. So we will never abandon the ones we hold to protect. To attach to you we are, that’s why we never fight or even argue. Even when we see things aren’t going well for you we sit idle by to just be there. You know we are always at first walk first talk. I the shadow see it all. I never try and be corny even when you act like a ham. Though we do sometimes fight the s...

Where a mind goes Laying behind the shadow of eye Travel with no concept of time No walking through the fog Drive through the all the day’s abstracts Thinking what to capture What to leave behind With the will to love Slip through an icy glare Free the soul only to all or one Somewhere here is a sub conscious fun Do it do the way of child’s interesting imagination Juices will flow in words or images Expose what fears ya Hold it dear or flaunt like Hollywood Where the mind goes

Time calls letters Like a butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane appears Illusions have become a reality Shame for the mass brings fame to the one The truth is believed by the one who tells it While the numbers to phonebooks out prints a day after Lullaby to any commonsense Missing are words to the words In less spelling becomes more emotion Ringing the cult of answers Futile is sanity with insane calling for the white coats They will say clocks now have no meaning Suffer suffer while sipping their morning coffee in a breakfast nook Have been there now need more Debates is won by walking away first and saying you are a beast But everyone’s number hits reaper’s jackpot When it all comes down Time calls letters

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Facing The deep scary ideas Only a fool doesn’t face these Brave one will confront ones real dreams Look for ways to get there Lesser of two fears are just as less as not going for your desire The hand may grab and hold a star Never knows and never tries equals fear wins Then being withered and bitter you may become Learn something towards ones goal Not a dirty word Fearful thinks being smart is a bad for ones soul Carry with all the pride stretch the mind Man up and woman up May you fall with trying you don’t fall hard? Better to hit ground then being buried in the rubble of doubt Say this in the mirror You only be wiping to be focused Facing

A walk The path looks rough but exciting Being meek to this long challenging journey Yes it has been traveled by the many that still walk it Some had volatile moments only to keep moving Others stop and take in all the experience Fears an imaginary beast that make masses do its bidding Walks beside all of us Takes only few to make this scare the herd Brave at heart don’t listen to the beasts stories Some take the left to want to start all over again This path has many forks in this adlib play Straying off the path and making new ones is considered a moral end But then the new paths are considered the bleek moment Sky may be the limit for the ones who don’t change Calming the points to see its all illusion Believing a wrong way is something cowards only claim Seeing a destroyed road that was used once before is the correct way All aboard add ignorance time to repeat A walk

Fill in the blank Why are we here? Question we all ask out loud in the madness of silence In birth many have a clean slate From the time we take a breath of air Oh the dreams are endless Nursery rhymes and fairy tales Then we see others at an age where it seems cool to help others While attaching in this human need of love Ones that will always be inside of one’s heart Not realizing the slate with these is permanent Years go by, time with these loved ones is now in stone Never realizing on our exterior how crucial part to you they are Until we get that message whether it be phone or in person It’s the ended slate of the part they played Sudden too sudden In the numbness of this and the foggy mind clears Greif turns to gentle warmth of compassion With honor and a sense of being Back to the slate One’s can fill in the blank

May be a slow week for writings and pics. My father passed away suddenly.This has really hit the family hard. Death is never easy , sudden death is as i can see very numbing. I feel the loss but think it can't be happening.I know its a part of life that everyone faces. But visited him three days earlier we talked joked around. Then bam while he was doing his work and near quiting time. He will be missed very much,he kept things simple , loved to talk guess its how he learned about life.Love ya Dad he may of finally be on the internet.Thank you for reading this.