as I saw the lightning 

tearing through the midnight air.

Dust and dirt flying 

as the hurricane drew nearer.

Then as it swallowed me up I noticed something different.

In the middle of this chaos 

was the calm.

As if someone had turned off the world 

before flipping on the switch again.

Given by your ancestors,

Don’t matter where your from,

Beijing to Manchester.

Passed down,

Generation to Generation,

From a war-torn city to buslin’ train station. 

Last Names,

Know not nor care, how much cash you got;

Cause’ when life rolls round’ you better shoot your shot. 

They ain’t just some form of capitalization,

Nor some other form of incantation.

Last Names,

Don’t care if your strong or smart

Cause’ to have a last name,

It’s got to come from the heart. 

When you're scratching your head

Wondering why you can't come up

from this coma

Thinking it is the end

Could not let go

But when the time comes

It is over

Didn't know how to let go of you 

All those nights sitting alone waiting

But in the end 

Didn't 

Couldn't 

Ever forget about you

But when I woke up from the coma

And don't remember where I came from

Who I was 

Or what I wanted 

In my bed just sitting there

Again not knowing what to do

The architecture of a family is complicated

Like the swaying 

Of tall buildings

But they don't break

They might be fragile 

Like the

Glass floor

Of a room

The timeline of a family is infinite like time itself

But a family is built in a way

It won't break

Works harder than me,

But is scarier than a pterodactyl’s wing

Even when they don't sting.

They give us food and nourishment

But all us human care about is killing it.

She works as hard as the bees in a beehive,

No dumbbells or weights

All she does is bake.

Even when the sun doesn't shine

She loves her family and the good times

Her two daughters had to see her go,

But that is not all that that shows.

She loves every person in the world 

With all of her love.

But when her life flies away like a dove.

She is still heard in many ways.

Money from her son-in-law,

And butterflies from her entire family. 

But the thing that is most important to me,

It is not the bee

Or the Money

I don’t need a butterfly

Or a freshly baked cookie, 

All I knows is that old lady,

Loves me more than anyone can take away from me

Because that old Grandma is mine

And that's the only way Nana Barbara can be defined.

I cast my rod at night 

The bugs fly around me just in sight 

The trees whistling in the scary night

Giving many children a scary fright 

But, the trees take delight in there fright 

The sun sets low beyond the hills,

A golden glow that slowly spills,

Into the sky, a fiery blaze,

As night descends and another day dies away.

'Curiosity killed the cat.'

but really,

Curiosity is the cat.

slinking

sliding

sneaking

waiting for the moment to

pounce

on you

the unsuspecting

victim.

prehistoric creatures now they have similer features.

Out in the morning their wings soaring.

In at night ready to take flight.

The created image is so pretty

so similar to piecing together a poem

Both are beautiful beyond compare

or they can be ugly and dark

but no matter you cannot deny how fun they are 

I really do love, puzzles  whether made from words or small pieces of wood I love them all

In the sky

A rough breeze

Is the war

No rips

No teardrops

Defense is

Strong

Those

Stars and

Strips

A sight

Proving they

Won

a symbol I march for

with the music

of my core

the fifers play

the drummers bang

as the color guard march along

green cockade

red cockade

symbols of the fife and drum core

red is sergeant

green is marcher

fife and drum sergeants

lead us along

the winding paths of which we march

and represent our core with our flag

the thing I must always remember

I march for the green cockade

(This poem is based off of my drum core)

run

run

as fast

as you

can

i'll catch you

for i'm the monster

under your bed

your the bun

on the run

for i'm the monster

under your bed

goodnight, sleep tight.........

Always waiting for your fall-

For you to break.

To take your hopes.

Hate's the only reality ever known,

There's no happy ending after all

Can't you see?

One day you'll say,

"It's taken me."

Promises are only pretty lies,

Everything's a waiting tide,

Burying you in your waves of despise,

Till you submit to your self-made

d e m i s e.

Nothing's happy

Never bright,

Life's a darkness, constant plight

In the forever fight.

Don't you know that hope's a torture,

The eye of the storm is desperation unheard of,

Don't fall for that tantalizing taste of

Normal,

It's all going to fall apart,

Cause life's one broken hope.

But is that true?

That something sticks to your mind like glue?

Do we know that we exist?

Do we know that we are alive and persist?

So does anybody know?

Tell me if so,

because if I did know...

There would be gaps and other stuff that I didn't know.

I mean we all know common sense,

that's a fact.

But is the truth within that?

You could tell me that I exist, but would I still believe?

I don't know.

You probably guessed that I would say that.

So really that's all that I would like to know.

I would like to know that we DO know.

But sometimes for me it may seem,

That this feels like a dream.

A complex and existing dream.

Honestly, I would be satisfied with that.

You know why?

Because I know.

Before I came,

I turned it into a ball of flame.

I ended the life of generations to come,

For the depths of space I came from,

I was such a bum.

But with me a brought a new start,

A restart,

Now I depart.

But just so you know,

I brought you.

Especially when it's the right amount.

It hurts a lot when you have to see them go

From your best friend,

A long time ago.

Some say love, fear or hope..

The only thing I see, is where I go.

Going to Cry, Sob or grieve,

Knowing they weren't meant to leave.

He likes flowers like a rose,

When my mom saw them-

She froze.

Silence is more powerful than words, I Learned that when it started to hurt.

I feel like an

island

Far from you,

Far from hope,

Maybe i'm all a l o n e .

Losing more is what I fear, I don't want to grow up.. The thought is almost a grown up

Between the wall

And the floor

May lead to

A tunnel

Where a slide

Shall go down

Down

Down

To a secret rooms

Where parties are

Hosted

I shall never know

what is in the gap

Between the wall

And the floor,

For it is being filled

In tomorrow at

2 O'clock

On the dot

The memory is twisted,

'Till the entire truth, is gone

But that's ok,

For the the truth isn't a

Truth, without telling a lie

The memory is twisted

'Till not the entire truth

But that's ok,

For the truth is not

The truth, without

A lie

your calming. Sitting in a garage, watching the rain downpour

dripping down the gutter

lighting f l a s h e s

the ground trembles

I never knew it could be this tranquil

the sound of the rain hitting the ground,

the dark sky turning white.

All just a couple of rain clouds can cheer you up.

• Ryan Mulock

you are calming. Sitting in a garage, watching the rain downpour

dripping down the gutter

lighting f l a s h e s

the ground trembles

I never knew it could be this tranquil

the sound of the rain hitting the ground,

the dark sky turning white.

All just a couple of rain clouds can cheer someone up.

the flowers

flower

and the sores

soar,

someone might stay alive today

and if the

hail

hails

and mercy

fades into mourning,

the trees stay immovable

impenetrable

so, just because

the sirens

scream

and the stings

sting

you too, can survive

I walk and walk

And observe

All of the wonders

Nature has to offer,

The flowers

The colors

They dance around me in flurries

When I enjoy them.

The trees

They sand tall

Like guardians

Of the forest

And spread their branches

Like an imbrace.

And when I leave,

Nature says their farewells

And hopes I will come back soon.

fall…

Why love something to see it

die…

Everything alive could be new rose waiting for

decay…

But the thought has been so known to

you…

Eventual decay has a side know one can

see…

Everyone who hurt you or made you believe in not trying will experience this too

So no matter how hard it is now everything comes back around.

     hoot

hoot

an  owl G

                    L

                        I

                           D

                               E

                                  D

                                     across the winter scene

its majestic wings 

s p r e a d   a p a r t

as far         as they could go 

the trees glitter and shined 

a fox  

creeped along 

its paws moving along 

crunching the snow

a bear

in a hibernation state

_______________________

underneath the barren grounds

waiting for the flowers to bloom

and the trees to grow their leaves 

Swaying back and forth

My nose tingles bright red 

I feel just like Rudolph

The smell of cookies being baked 

Hot cocoa being brewed 

Christmas movies being played 

In the background of a family of two. 

Love flying in the air through your window and making a roar.

Maybe a big round man will come knocking on your door

It's a perfect day and night 

Just like how I imagined on Christmas night. 

Until one night there will be no more light. 

Not one drop to spare. 

Love drips out of the doors and onto the streets 

Never to be heard of again.

Until the big round man comes back again.

Now its Christmas eve and he must return again

this very night he will stomp his boots on are chimney light

his sleigh on the roof with all the bright lights

this was the only night my heart had light

the big man drops into the chimney and shuffles down

dropping present after present under the tree

then up the chimney he goes but grabs his cookies for the road.

Feeling bad 

Alone with all these thoughts

In my stomach full of knots

Sometimes I feel gloom

Dreading of possible doom

Though sometimes I feel happy

 Feeling joy in my bones

If I see somebody unhappy

I talk to them in nice tones

nothing ever makes me happy

especially having sisters

I hate to play twister

because of my sisters.

waking up late is the best thing ever

every hour feeling better

Blue Moon is the best place ever

a bagel and a muffin

nothing is better

1 soccer game 2 soccer games

1 basketball game 2 basketball games

running around forever

finally it's time to turn in for a better tomorrow.

Somebody from wherever

Somebody possibly in some snow

This person may not be relevant to you

But you may be for them

They may have never flown

In a plane

And they may not have blue veins

They could be driving in the right lane

or the left

Maybe they have never committed a theft

They could be in mass

They could be in class

They might be passing class

They might even be cutting grass

But there will always be somebody

And this person may have Covid Antibody's

This person may be working for Amazon

This person may be adventuring the

A

M

A

Z

O

N

This person may be named John

They may have relatives who lived in Babylon

Or

Marathon

They could have ran the Marathon

In New York

They might eat pizza with a fork

but this somebody

Even at work

They could be thinking of you.

is massive.

Filled

with stars and planets,

nebulas and asteroids,

comets that shoot

across the sky

As we look up

and make a wish,

standing

in a small, big world,

just a small fish

in an ocean of stars, named

The universe.

It tickles our hearts and sets us free.

Like a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day,

It chases the frowns and makes them sway.

Jokes are like bubbles, floating in the air,

They make us giggle and forget our cares.

Laughter is a contagious sound,

Spreading happiness all around.

Funny moments are like a magic spell,

They make us smile and feel so well.

Imagination is the comedian's stage,

Where laughter takes center stage.

So let's embrace the funny and the bright,

And let humor fill our days and nights.

For in laughter's embrace, we find delight,

A world of giggles, shining so bright.

I work until I wonder where the time went.

I write and rhyme and redo stuff for hours.

I read, reread, regret my lack of powers.

When I am thinkin’ ‘bout what I am doin’.

I sometimes find a great idea a-brewin’.

I say it, play it, weigh it in my head.

To make sure it’s the way I want it said.

A deep though might be awesome to a few.

I’d rather play a game of golf or two.

But now I’m ready to reveal my poem.

I’ll put it on my screen I call the chrome.

The moon hides behind the trees.

But in the brightness of the day,

It shines down on the seas.

The stars are but mere specks,

In the vastness of the sky.

But in the depths of the ocean,

They shimmer and they shine.

The sun, so bright and warm,

Brings life to all below.

But in the frozen tundra,

It's but a distant glow.

It points you into the 

Unknown,

It drags you toward 

Dangerous,

Wonderful,

Amazing,

Places.

It leads you to 

Who you're meant to be. 

So many meanings

So many things

We are beings

They are beings

All are beings

So if we are all beings why are we being crazy and wild

Grow up everybody tells us but we are all our own being

So stay in your own lane

We are all beings

Nothing can change that

The only thing that can change is us

Our personality, genuality and us

We are constantly changing

But how were all beings

So grow up everybody tells me but I am a being

How do you know me and my personality

My genuality, concernability

This is our problem as beings

We need to adapt

 I look overhead,

 to the ocean at my feet,

I travel the world,

Listening to the wind,

Whooshing through my hair,

The water,

Lapping at my feet,

The trees,

Dropping leafs on my head,

The music of the world around you,

Is the best music of all.

I missed a putt

I hit the flag

I grabbed my club  

And tipped my bag

I lost my tee

I broke the rake

My putter flew

Into the lake

I ripped my shirt

I tore my glove

Golf is a sport

It’s hard to love

When all is said

And all is done 

My golf is like 

The setting sun

It all gets dark 

It all is rotten 

And then tomorrow 

It’s forgotten

They carry rain to water flowers,

Without them nothing would grow,

Not trees,

Not Roses,

Not Tulips, 

Not even animals, 

Nothing would grow, 

Oh, gray clouds are my favorite. 

With this water they spring from the ground every April, 

Thriving in the sun and rain,

Shining their beautiful faces,

Then in winter flowers disappear,

Until next year. 

Beautiful day                      

Course to play

Amazing golf is under way

Good golf is like a sunny day

Chipping great                                  

Putting straight

Everything is up to date

I’m really rad. There’s no debate

Golfing score is under par

Hitting every drive real far

I’m playing like a superstar

I’ll win a Lamborghini car

It’s my day

I love to play

When every golf shot goes my way

My name will be the one they say

Up in a tree

You do not see me

Equal to thee

But the people

Who stop to take in 

The view 

Are the ones who 

Live as if each day

Is brand new

Even if you’re alone or in the dark at your house,

Your dog is always here with you,

He listens to you and always stays next to you,

Even if you're sad your dog always stays to cheer you up,

He doesn’t need words to show you that he cares,

Running on the cold beach, with your dog is the best feeling ever,

Nothing else matters when you are here with your dog.

A weight on your heart, a constant fear.

I lurk in the corners, I hide in the shade,

A never-ending struggle, a game that's played.

I am the weight that drags, the chains that bind,

The voice that whispers, the thoughts of mind.

I am the hole that's dug, the pit that's deep,

The tears that fall, the secrets you keep.

But know that I am not forever,

There is a light, a hope, a lever.

For I am not just a shadow, a weight,

I am a journey, a chance to create.

A chance to find the light, to embrace the day,

To find the strength, to find a way.

You playing on you favorite

 Swing

            Side

                 to

                     Side 

You get one more final swing and you

                      Jump 

Landing on to you feet sun feeling good on you bones 

Mom not angry because you fixed your tone 

The boy is running free in the field and

       Jumping around in the grass 

You can see all joy in his eyes

As he's rolling around in the grass

Beautiful green paint

On the freshly cut grass 

Just straight out of a movie

A tranquil peace beneath

A quiet presence without a sound

Yet today the brightness gleams

A chaotic dance of vivid sound

With blinding colors and words

Burnout is guaranteed

For in the dark, peace lays

And in the light chaos is found