The fork was kinder that broke into my mouth

Almost cutting me up

Like a drug war in my head

But there is a door in the sand

There is a path in the door

All around and everywhere

Opening the horizon

To numerous fields 

Where things happen

In fact.

The past come alive sometimes, but not often. We are fools to think so highly of the past then and to want it to be the road to the present.

First thought

Was not right

Second thought

Maybe

You could be missing 

Way down the road

Missing something

You wish you would have seen it go

Wishing doesn't start things

Like a good dream

If only you knew

If only you could see

I might change your mind.

Peek a boo

Sneaks the sneakers

Down to the ground

Around the clock

Little is big 

Big is small

Hearts rise

Spleens collapse

Open the doors to something

For somethings

For you

Dreams inside

Holding them tight

Holding on

For the hour

For shining life

Say hello

Now say hi

Demons fly away

Sky moves into place

Far away

Getting nearer

All the horses

Running.

As owner of Uplifting Thoughts I am obligated to state things of importance regarding mental health.

Despite what people might believe about spring as a wonderful time in the year the truth is different.

I talked to someone who works for mental health years ago and was told that spring has the most amount of mental health issues from the serious to the not so serious of any time in the year.  I am letting everyone know not to be fooled into thinking spring is a time of happiness.  It can be, but winter actually has a better chance at doing that!

Take care!

Someone was dancing 

Somewhere that no one dared

South from France

In a pond of pussy willows

As drops in the air

Came around and splashed

For a hundred years

For nothing

It meant something though

But that was code.

What do you do with a drunken sailor

On the poop deck

What makes him be that way

How can a man say

But he is like washed across the beach

Dreaming of things that can not be

All his journeys fantasy

Commanding the ocean

Is like commanding the heavens

A sailor never reaches the shore.

How can I let you in

When nothing begins

And it echos like an echo chamber

Every time 

I have a wall

And I can get stuck to it

Like velcro

Somewhat cold this wall

Like the energy on a wall

Something flat

Something strong

That we can not control.

I am not free as a butterfly

Wings don't come with my DNA

But there are other freedoms

And other rights

There are still times in my life

And the sun can still shine bright

Faith can fill me

Hopes can warm me

Reality can free me

But that door need to open

To let it in

In a way that assures me

For this comfort is like a beach

Water rolls in again and again.

Care bears have to care

This is happening

I am loved

Thanks to them

Care bears.

We can forget Santa now

We can look at babies instead

Notice their big alien heads

Their diamond laser eyes

Also notice their drool

How does a baby make such a mess

Never spoke with one directly

I'm not even sure if they are trust worthy

But a cute baby is even cuter with puppies and kitties

Over the top cuteness

That is perhaps what America demanding now

More jobs and very cute babies!