this secret

to the sands of time –

mixing like earth

in all the solutions

leaving like fingers

tracing blocks one by one

and moving them

line by line –

kinda like a ramp

to get to the top,

makes it so compelling

to feel like prosperity

placed hi atop the pyramid

with an eye

for building ultimate success.


reduce the outbreaks

are vital for all the recoveries.

severe prevention in the ointments –

line by line in blistered

uncomfortable triggering flares

can seem like razors

falling off the lips.

healing matters in the treatments

when words become skin creams.



dirty bandages

preserved inner jams

as if  a woman keeper

was brought in

to bring cool summer breezes

with radiant hands.

she looked deep

into my eyes and said,

“you are ready now.”

little by little

while see hummed

softly into the airwaves

while i stood upright

as she walked

around me slowly

unwrapping one steady stream of bandage.

the circles around you

keeps getting stronger

to protect you.

you are a whole and vibrant.

your eyes are truth seekers

as your fingers are truth finders.

you are all about outside creations

in all the wavelengths in spectacular attractions.



what is about to come, some of you have seen my poem. but this comes with a bit more heat behind it.

all bad cops and bad attorneys and other like professionals must go.

do i got your attention yet? i sure will.

i found this excerpt out of an article online. it concerns the kid that stabbed 22 in Pittsburgh PA.

“In incident after incident, when you start peeling back the onion, you find there were some indicators, there certainly were some issues. But it takes some time to find,” said Ken Trump, president of National School Safety and Security Services….
“Often times, it’s not the kid who’s the class
clown or acting out the most, but the kid who’s changed, who’s turned more introverted or withdrawn,” he said. “I think the one consistent theme across all of these is mental health.”

my poem here:


if i were an onion,
ya could peel me
layer after layer.
what ya mind find
would be quite the surprise.
ya would find that i was quite introverted.
those layers
are there for protection,
cause stereotypes of my kind
are easily mis-understood.
i withdraw from traumatic experiences
because i feel safer on the inside
then i do on the outside.
the theme here
is that i’m mentally ill.
but if ya take a knife
and slice me right in half –
even i might cry.
what is the personality of the guy that rapes a woman? what if that one does it 10 times before he gets caught. why do they always pick on our kind? that kid came from a good family. I come from a good family, but I’ve been traumatized for almost a year and half with my situation. it’s caused duress in my family. there isn’t much hope in society if you are highly sensitive, highly introverted and bi-polar. it’s a good thing I can put a life into poetry because my personality trait has no chance in my society.

the ultimate statement comes now – – – – you never want to get falsely accused of something you didn’t do.


go ahead –

enjoy a peace of peace

out of this.

lend me your sickle

and i’ll give you

some fresh sugarcane

coming out of  my world

to enhance second looks.

this all-time healthful creative outlet

in all the workout channels

is raw uncut energy

in acts of introspection

is indeed eternal

in the living like it’s special

in all the right corners

for all sweetners in blended senses.






this centerpiece –

a referral service in poetic learning

is all about  growth

spread so wide

during a trek of hard-core worship

through the valleys

to reach the road out,

giving way to a sanctuary

to expand in significant scopes,

like highlight markers

going over the lines simultaneously

in an all literary prowess

for all poetry stands in life.



all these years

chopping at the tree

in the rugged foothills,

is where explorations

celebrates the greatest concentrations

in high country

mountain lodge experiences.

this outdoor enthusiast

likes hanging in its campground

surrounded by groves of sequoias.


this almost spiritual

wanting to checkout

boatloads of  natural knowledge

in a real plus

indoors outdoors

enthusiastic charm pleaser

in a pennsylvania spread out –

wanna be colorfully remarkable,

like a pretty quilt

in all its beauty

freshly laid across

a king size bed in a log cabin.


tickles of curiosity wonderment,

spark deeper meanings

into inspired celebrations

in graphically exploratory explosions

to connect triggering

conversations into life.

an absolute unique blend

in dances of all what’s wonderful

in self help perspectives.

experience sensory artistic cascades

in the happy tree,

as if letting leaves sparkle

in delightful stimulation.


a seed of consciousness

in a continual perennial dripping process

havesting in great cultivations,

is all about aligning

ourselves to influence

in a highly visual awareness.

that cavern deep –

very deep inside

is all part of a joyous journey.

inner harmony –

isn’t it wonderful

when it’s spread across the world.

nurture, nourish and help another

in a spirit of beautiful free will.