Replay the chains.

Why did this have to happen?

All the hard work

The blood and sweat 

Go to waste

What I'm I going to do?

Go back? To the beginning?

But my past is such a mess

A castrophy, replaying 

The reel I once stared

Would break my heart.

All the doing I did on the big screen.

For everyone to see. 

Why would I want 

Every flaw of me

To come boiled out

Just so those can laugh about.

No one needs to know me

Of who I am.

Just me. 

Nothing more.

Your past will always be apart of you. 

Can't change what has been done.

Of the dirty slate.

The future is clean and bright.

Come and fight 

Against the world that

Holds you back.

Plan a attack.

The past is your story.

So why not share your glory.

The strength you carry in your pocket.

Loosen the chains holding you against the wall

Before you loose it all.

Let's begin

Why and who are you?

Laughter

Imagine

all the people.

Young and old

a wish fore told.

In this world

I wish it would.

Be full of ha's

And belly pains,

From the ticklish nerve

found with in.

Imagine the world,

filled with laughing gas.

Instead of air;

Just for a while

in a time of denial,

time of hate,

and a time of gloom.

We would all 

give love

with laughs,

instead of stabs

of words from our minds.

Leaving our differences behind.

Laughter is the best medicine, 

Why haven't we taken it?

Its much more important

to buzz like a bee

and sting. 

To who we see.

Laughs bring

endless smiles

that last a mile.

Laughter is contagious

Spread this cold

around and around.

To all the world

may it be found.

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Sunsets and Sunrises

Morning, join me

on this fine porch

listen to the birds sing. 

Pinks and blues

ringing through the sky

like a good morning kiss.

The heavens close 

For another day dawns

I watch my love, my wife

Join the morning sky 

As she walks 

to the horizon.

Every sunrise

She leaves

As if she has 

another life.

Stay with me through the day.

A miracle awaits.

Reds and Oranges

Calm the day away

The birds sing one less tune

before the night is due.

Look closely,

my wife

here she comes with her basket

full of the freshest flowers.

I get to hold her all night.

Through the dark's cold bite.

I love her

Dance with her

Laugh with her till

The next sunrise comes.

I sit

give her lips a kiss.

Watch her walk away to the horizon.

Everyday I wait till sunset,

To love her again.

For she  no longer breathes again.

Lost from her battle

She still comes 

every sunset

To love me,

Laugh with me,

Hold her in my arms.

Till the next sunrise comes.

till the day I join her.

1865 Morning

Tears of heaven

Kiss the red pools

Of lifeless and cold.

 Not a voice 

To be heard 

Just a sound of pit pat

Drumming against the earth.

Bowing our heads

We gather the dolls

And bury them 

In our backyard.

With white crosses

Marking the end

Of the tears 

From all those years 

Of madness

Row on row 

It goes

Forever to show 

Courage and bravery

Of our men in the calvary.

Pictures:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Crosses-374205510

You

Would you believe there is no one 

Like you?

No clone made from a mad scientist 

Those do not exist.

 A friend who a lot like you 

Share the same?

Is it a game, finding ourself 

In others.

Whether were mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

A little piece of us is in you

Making us all the same

Would be lame

Be different

Be spontaneous 

Because your not the same as us

Be brave

To save 

From the crowd of the same.

Be true to yourself

As well as ourselves

Your fingerprint 

Is your imprint

Your eyes are as colorful as the skies

Besides these other guys

Your beauty

Is matchless 

Not much less

But more beautiful

Or handsome

Believe me my friend

Being different is not the end

Not a crime

On the dime

But the greatest treasure to hold

Even when your old.

"Today you are you

That is truer than true

There is no one alive youer than

YOU. " - Dr. Seuss 

Haunted, Murder Rails

Gather around

My friends.

Sit near this warm blaze.

The moon shows it's face

Waiting to listen

To it's past

A forrest full of screams

Full of secrets 

Hidden deep beneath

The tree roots.

Close your eyes. 

Feel the ground

Vibrate and shake. 

It's not a quake. 

Hear the horn

Roaring and echoing 

Like a ghost.

200 hundred years

Earlier a town just begun

An old west with guns abound

A railroad had opened

It's grand rails smooth and silver

Carved wood in-between

Train 93 about to set rail

Steam rolls like clouds on an early morning 

The conductor shines the beauty 

Yelling all a borad.

Kids laugh and play 

As the day begins.

Mothers and fathers 

Smile as the long miles; 

A railroad from Aspen to New York. 

The steam howls 

Wheels start to roar

Good byes waved by white.

Pulling strong through the land

Trees and meadows 

Creeks 

Moving slowly by. 

Laughs and joyous smiles 

All round.

Slowly the skies turn black as night.

Passengers didn't mind the sight.

Rain pounds like rocks 

Drums of the am sky flash their symbols.

Growing harder and harder.

A river on their right comes in tight, 

With the train.

The river roars and crashes madly against the rocks. 

With out a trace or a smack,

The train derails

From it's tracks

Toppling into the river

Screams and cries

Blast and bounce off  the canyon walls

With a violent wave

Passengers fly into the rocks 

Blood spills from bodies
Mangled and beaten

Others pinned and drowned.

Here tonight 

Listen closely you can still hear

The chugs and tugs of the train.

 the kids laughing

the rails screech

The screams echo and play

Every night 

Haunting 

This gorge

Open your eyes hear and see the hour

Of train 93

Coming across the tracks

That was no accident.

Murder replays in these hallow canyons

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Haunted-Railroad-251896675

Beauty

A vail of stars greets the night

Countless and bright 

My heart wishes it could soar, 

To you in your arms.

As we stare at the same moon,

I can't stop thinking about you.

I've been in the dark for countless years,

Again Again,

Alone and in the quiet shadow 

lurking through;

Empty hallways, with endless voices

keeping me company.

Until I met you.

With your eyes a flame grew and grew

Warming my lonely heart.

Lighting the lantern of my soul.

Glowing brighter and brighter.

With each passing day.

I was lost, for  now Im found.

Awaiting to see your loving face again.

Like a winter turning into spring.

You bring life again to my heart.

Lighting the lantern of my soul

Growing brighter and brighter.

Higher and Higher.

Till the flame kisses 

The stars above.

The beauty I love.

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The Poor Man

Here is a piece I wrote on a previous blog I used to be in. Hope you guys like it and may it touch your hearts.

“The Poor Man”

Smell the smog. Listen to the cars go by on a busy Monday morning. Feel the vibrations of footsteps walking past him. All he can see is shapes and shadows of unseen faces.

A man sits on a busy sidewalk, wearing nothing but rags, a ragged knit cap , and gloves missing fingers. A tin cup lies beside him, filled with the precious metals of a greedy man. This cup is his lifeline before being taken by death. Doesn’t anyone care for the poor man on the corner of main street?

A bakery across the street fills the air with childhood memories. The man can see them in his mind. He can see again. He’s with his family, laughing and joking. Then burning fire appears, and it grows dark. Now he fends for his life on the corner.

Every day he sits on that corner at quarter-past 7, patiently waiting for hope, the next meal, or to live a better life. People, with their money-making pride, look at the poor man in disgust. Men spit at him and carry on with their pride. Kids take his money and move it to a different spot. He’s confused and follows the sound of the coins while delinquents kick him, busting his ribs. How much pain can one tear hold?

He doesn’t give up. Every day he is there, waiting for his second chance. Is there no one who cares for him?

Suddenly, the patting of little feet approach the blind man. A boy delivers him a loaf of bread and says, “I brought this for you from the bakery I work at.”

The man can’t believe that such kindness can come from someone so small. He gladly accepts and asks, “Why do you show such kindness to me?”

The boy replies, “A little love can go a long way.”

Picture:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Homeless-33326840

Nocturne with no Moon

Breathing slowly and steady 

I wonder around the room

As if I'm searching for something.

Not with my feet but my eyes. 

As if it's written in the sky. 

Sun has dimmed it's rays;

Gliding behind a blanket of stars

Assuming their patterns.

A thousand sparkles clear and bright

I get lost in them this night.

My heart urns like a kid waiting for something sweet.

Sunrises are a overplayed love song

But a moonrise I soar into the night.

I lay quietly in my bed 

Thoughts of the day play through my head. 

replaying the stones of life being thrown

Breaking my bones.

The days, filled with pain pass on.

Nights play slow as a sweet

Lullaby of a mother.

The clock has stuck

The bells play their grand symphony 

Egar spirits lift my heart 

A moon never shows

It's face tonight 

Lighting my way with nothing. 

Earased clean with out a trace.

Covered by a black thumb.

Leave me 2

Sound the bugle

Let my enemy hear it

Let it vibrate through the earth 

Play it loud each and every note

I have given up

There is nothing more of me

I can't live in agony's constant cries

I can't love it has been drained and replaced with pain

Nothing left just an empty heart

I don't care what you do to me 

What more do I have for you to take?

I am finished there will be no tryumph 

No drums of victory

Just a bugle playing a tune of loss

As I lay on the cold snow just promise me one thing. 

Leave me here to die 

Can you hear me?

Leaving you in the dust

Don't you have any trust in me?

On my back I carry you home

Little one don't be afraid 

Open your eyes the cannons

Have gone, the war is over.

My dear rest in peace your little heart.

For you have more to come.

Sign,

 Yourself.

Picturehttp://www.deviantart.com/art/Battles-Long-Past-116172617

Voices of Life, the Dark, the Light, the Strugglers.

A one way road no turning back

From the mistakes I've  made

All has been said

All has been done

Can't take back words and mistakes

From those I hurt.

Hills and turns

Forks and splits in the road

Signs directing where to go

Which one to follow?

A life filled with endless journies

Is a well written one.

A life with nothingness

Is meaningless.

Ding Ding

The clock bells ring.

Emptiness whispers in the trees

Standing still as restless seas.

Ashes fall from the sky

As time is passing by.

Gently lands on my frozen hand.

Ding Ding

Its ten past eleven.

In the dark I walk

I am weary and drowned

A pain still bounds

Squeezing its chains.

Ding Ding

Its twenty past eleven

Hello? Hello?

Can any one hear me?

I need some hope.

Give me a sign

That your there to fill my despair.

Hiding in my shadow

So long ago, 

I can't see whats in front of me.

Would someone please be there for me?

Someday I'll be, 

Waking up with the sun on my face.

But its the days I embrace

I cant run away from what followed me here.

This monster inside me 

wont leave this behind, 

 Hello? Hello?

Anybody hear me?

Is anyone there?

Trying to piece everything together

One by one edges match 

Starting to make a picture.

A sunrise warm and bright

Kissing the mountains below

With a merry meadow 

Blankets the ground. 

Suddenly pieces don't fit

Some missing no where in sight

The warm sun turns grey 

Mountains melt and fade away

Meadows turn into ash

Covered by snow.

Row by row the dead lie

With Stones marking the end.

Engraved with their voices

Echo all around.

Here I am

Cold as ice

A stone comes to my eyes.

I stand and stare

At the bare ground.

No flowers, no notes of past memories.

Rather forgotten.

With it written in stone

Here lies me

Cold and alone.

Shine your light

To my heart

Making my way through the dark

I need a brand new start.

Hello hello

Hear my cry.

Dont let me say goodbye.

Life what you choose will soon 

Come back to haunt you. 

No matter how small.

No matter how much it will hurt.

Be wise and on your guard.

The shadows still lurk tonight.

What life holds and what it gives

Love, beauty, happiness.

A lovely scene.

Not everything comes and goes that way

Storms, hurricanes, tornados blow and blow.

Their worst across the plains 

Of our hearts.

With little hope and faith left.

Life gives a choice, keep it hold it tight.

To the light knowing the best.

Or giving up and losing to what you have to love and live for.

You choose 

Your life depends on it.