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whether in angst or sorrow or bliss,

our tears are like the ice

that melts off mountains

to form new rivers and streams.

the sound of a symphony,

the wail of a newborn baby,

the anguished weeping heard

in between church prayers

at a funeral service,

the dreamy fixed gaze

in the eyes of a woman,

holding her great grandchild

for the first time.

reading the handwritten

love sonnet from a beloved...

and sometimes,

just the perfection

and sychronicity felt with

the sight of a mere sunrise or sunset

that touches the heart

and reminds us of what beauty is....

or the remnants of a life...

even a death,

after the fury

of mother nature has spoken

truth of powers

that we mere human beings

know nothing of.

It is those things

and those things only

that we continue on this journey for.

the journey we call life,

that is welded and weaved 

with the tears

of all human beings

who ever walked the earth.

all human beings 

who have cried the same tear,

in moments of happiness, sadness....fear,

an inseparable kinship, 

an anchor between,

it's that "something" we reach for,

that's there, but unseen.

the human experience, collectively,

shares many emotions while we're here,

and this fabric called life weaves it's tapestries best,

...with its invisible thread of "the tear".

*****

2015, January

• EVERYTHING STARTS WHEN YOU WAKE ME UP, OPEN MY EYES AND WATCH THE WORLD UNRAVELED AS IT DEVELOPES,EVERYTHING TURNS MOVES GROWS BEFORE OURS EYES AS NOTHING STOPS,GUIDED ME AND BEEN HELPFUL,THOUGHTFUL AND KIND,EXTERME MIND,SPECIAL SMILE QUALITY I SEEN THE BLUR AND SEEN IT SHINE,BYOND PRICELESS YOUR KINDNESS AND REALNESS AND LOVE I FELT,SPECIAL INFLUENCE EVERY HEART BEAT MOLD ME YOU BEEN HUMBLE AND HELP,REGARLESS LIFE UPS AND DOWN A HAND THAT WAS DEALT,SMILE SO KIND APPRECIATE THE MOMENT EMOTION BEOMES A GOOD DEED,ROUGH TIMES DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT YOU HAVE COMFORT ME,YOU BEEN HELP AND GUIDE ME IN A TIME OF NEED,LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME TO SEE THE WHATS RIGHT FROM THE WORLD ENVY AND GREED,SINCE BIRTH I BEEN WAKING UP TO LIFE BUT IN REALITY IS LIFE AT THE END JUST A SIMPLE DREAM.........

When does morning start?

When a creature awakes,

Or when the sun rises?

Yea, the morning is

When a creature awakes

To find it starting anew

In the world dominated

By mortal souls.

The human wakes up

First by opening its eyes,

Then stretching its muscles

And sitting up in a position

To retreat from the bed

That held it prisoner 

During the long, dark night.

Out of bed it goes

Attending its normal

Robotic morning routine

Whilst thinking of the future,

Of what the day holds,

And how the day will go.

Either gleefully or woefully

Does the human think of this

For not all mornings 

Are filled with happiness and glee.

Fearful not is the human

Who takes things as they go

Wave by wave.

Wave by wave harassing it,

Wave by wave attacking it,

Wave by wave saddening it,

Wave by wave entertaining it,

Wave by wave knocking it down.

Each wave the human does take

Accepting each as a challenge,

As an opponent, an obstacle,

And one that must be rid of.

Defeat is not in its dictionary,

For there is no defeat

If one can rise again,

And face the same challenge

To only be victorious.

The human does not give up,

It does not ponder on the past,

But it rises from its ashes - 

Waking up to start anew

In a world dominated

By mortal souls.

Born from a boom box
What is what happened to me
I came out of my mother’s worm, with a heart that was made of a stereo
Every time I take a breath of air, my lungs goes boom, boom, boom
Music is my soul as long as the melody plays I shall live internally
There is no blood in my body only the wires that produce my sounds
You can not pull my plug out of the wall to stop me because I have back up batteries
My voice is ancient I have not accent, my language is universal
If you do not understand what I say all you have to do is listen to my heart
You will hear my rhyme
I was born from a boom box
My name is music

Take my hand, it won't be far -
let's walk together into dark.
Reality can't cage our hearts,
I promise you it's just a start.

Are you afraid of word 'forever'?
Forget the meaning life has given.
The place I'll take you to is better -
be brave and break out of this prison.

Create a world anew from scratch,
mold its shape from void and silence.
The bluebird won't be hard to catch,
it's our home - the new asylum.