Moving Through

It's raining out;
A bit of a chill.
My heart is open;
With perseverance and will.

A new napoleon
Small in stature,
Ready for battle
In a midnight rapture.

Never ending,
Company knows
It's the battle we will fight; for life
Until the scale throws;
Tipped in the opposite direction.
Endearing logic:
Mystical affection.

It's times like this
Right this beat
When we conjure up
Cosmic heat.
Internal strength;
Moving through
Action is only possible
Through
You.

Best Wishes,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

Ode To The Last Five Years

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Took you long enough,
Several months, off the cuff
Then finally one day,
You said “Ok, I’ll be Tough”
You got on the boat, decided to ask me out
Though it went against your “better Judgment”
And you were laden with all doubt.

For finally the time had come,
In which I had been waiting
Told by the stars;
“This one is for Dating”
Thank goodness you did,
My last forlorn attempt,
It would’ve gotten ugly here,
Before I fell verklempt.


Japanese Caipirinhas, A corner window nook
Nestled into Seventh Avenue
Began the history book.

A gentlemen for sure,
Gorgeous big blue eyes,
Bulgeing biceps, Furry chest
and sexy stately Tri’s.

At first, a shy reserved flirt,
I didn’t know what to think
(though you didn’t iron your shirt)
You brought me to the brink.

Not too long had passed,
Comfort started to set in,
It was as if, I was catching up with
A very, very, old friend.

A bottle of Claret,
Sitting at the bar
You opened yourself up to me
Then walked me to my car.
After a kiss on Broadway,
The first that sealed the deal
Right there in front of Prada,
I knew that this was real.

Thank You, Perfect Universe
For all the time, I’d wait
To be sure I was ready;
to meet my ultimate mate.

You never really know,
When the ultimate chance will strike
When your life will be turned, upside down
As you are waiting for the, “PSYCH”
Every day, of the last five years
I pinch my self in vein
For it’s hard for me to believe that
Finally, I have met my main.

Skylight

Unwind a little,
let it slide;
don't ignore the strength though,
courage
inside.

Through the skylight
an ocean roars
above your head
potential soars.

It's all yours.

Gamble away
a simple plan
because you are convinced
you have
the upper hand.

Risks to take
strangely terrifying
electric fire
oddly worth trying.

Why wait
again and again,
an open gate,
to your chagrin.

Approaching The Arc

A blessed few, we are as such
Purposely wandering, within as so much
beauty and love, romance and fame
There is no more time for hate, ignorance and vain.
As we are nearing the arc, we'll be asked to give way
To a notion of forbearance, in a motion to pray.
What matters once, is given it's rest
We are moving toward, a conscious advance
It's our choice, to go with the flow,
Or to hold on for dear life, and everything we know
The ladder of which, will only cause pain
Perhaps our demise, our corrupted brain.
But, that second you release
All that you claim you need
You give way to the flow
of abundance, not greed,
Let the light take you, through rise and fall
You are insured with conviction, that you will rise above
To gather amongst other men
Whose only agenda is love.

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The Cross That You Bear

A fastidious approach;
To "come what may"
The heavens are worth everything,
Regardless your day.
You may feel right now, you can't go on much longer;
That life isn't worth living, in your hell and your somber.

That's the trick, you see old friend
At your lowest of lows, you can never comprehend.
This is it; all in nothing,
A complete paradox of "Good will hunting"

From the dust;
Arrises the dessert;
In where lies... the oasis.
Pipes take to rust
You say "quickly let's replace this"

6 dozen, one half the other
Life works as such
You better get a move on,
I can tell you as much.

Love them all;
Those button pushing quacks
Thankfully they are yours,
To remind you of what you have.

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The Cross You Choose To Bear

Your Next Turn (On The Horizon)

In the blink of an eye, it all can change
At moments notice, you're at close Range
Immediate charge, energy boost
a drop in your pressure, a karmic noose

Everything can transform, from bad to better
Just keep pushin yourself, through abundance or debtor
Keep calm and hold on; amongst the storm
Don't forget to adopt, optimism as norm.

For no matter the heat;
There's always a chance
That your carrots will cook,
Then they'll be enhanced!

In the blink, a daring split second
The choice could come, for you to recon
All the misdeeds and all of the curses
A simple act of kindness, could fill all your purses.

Wake up, my friends
We gotta be smart
Say "bring it on"
Mean it with heart!

Best now, to get it over with
Your time may be here
This is not a mere myth;
Do I make myself clear?

(My headphones are on too, blaring to Gaga
Gotta turn down the volume, or it's all a sure nada !!! )

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On The Horizon

<3

The Heart,
our only key
to the beyond;
what we can not see.

No man living
Has not been blessed
with this instrument,
That rests perfectly
Within our chests.

Our heart ignites, all our passion,
Propells our loves, and need for compassion;
It's like an antenna, for our mind
a powerful live-wire, directly inside.

Without the heart, we cannot comprehend
Why our world around us, seems never to bend.
And how we can look, in someone elses' eyes;
And feel judgment and hate, with absolute surprise.

Without the heart, the mind lies.

Secretary logic and presidential gloat
Can not comprehend, the unspoken rote
The very second, out spill our words
Power of heart diminishes,
with "he said"
"she thought it was hers"

So, If we all have this Heart-Gift
How can we respond to each other with space and with riff,
In the ways that we've known, up
until here
Ignoring our heart, will lead us to fear.

I want to listen carefully,
Closer to my core
In anger and sadness,
I must realize no more,
The necessary pain, cerebral causes
Second guess none,
Cut the losses.

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Say Yes

Whenever in a pinch, don't ponder and preside
Go with your instinct, deep inside.
The yes game, is a tricky one though
But the first rule of improv, is never say no.

Yes and... this may be poor advice,
For a sucker like me, who always tries.
Pleasing everyone, left and right
The first rule of thumb,
Is always the Light.

Ceramic Handcuffs on the Battlefield

I can't sleep again
Plagued with thoughts; running through my mind.
How can I let it win; this war within your soul, you can't even seem to find.

But what am I to do; what's my role in this horror movie.
Just observe what's going on
Standing by, Watching idily
Or take out my sword ;
go to battle
With this disguise of disaster; this evil rapport
The clock is ticking.
He can't hear the beat.
He's gotta get out of the kitchen
Cause, up comes the heat.

There's nothing I can do
From within your little box
As you tell me you want help;
That all your marbles have been rocked.

Pick them up
one by one, I proclaim
But your conscious mind can't focus or aim.
you've been slammed up two way to Sunday
In one hole; and out your nose.
Extended to Monday.
Give it up, or I've got to go.

I have thrown you the ladder;
As I've watched you drown.
You cant seem to latch on;
In sadness, my hearts a frown.

As the old tales have always told;
I've brought you to the trough
As I sit and watch and wait

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(Gettin') Ready for Rosh

A message withheld, for nearly a year. Perfect timing, of that I'm clear.
Carried beside me, for so long
The wait no longer I have to prolong,;
The answers are
contained within;
Whispers from the Angels therein.
What story will tell;
A year in which I knew so well.

Here and now, I press the rewind;
Another moment that I find;
Perfect in it's intent from the light.
Another show of evidence;
I am never right.

So it goes
I wonder what prose
of wisdom and truth
I have forgotten this year.

A goodbye to youth,
Now there is proof.
I'll let you know, in full recompense
How my intent moves forward,
Hence.

Write it down, she said
Can't keep it all locked up, in the head.
From thought to action, that's how it flows
Perhaps I'll learn my lesson this year,
Who knows.

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Non-printable fiction

Non-printable fiction
Takes a fraction of a fact
Producing friction
Makes an Awkward impact.

A feesable story, significant to print
Followers blindly
leaving
Blame in a splint.

Practical prose
An objectionary fête
The Unobvious woes make a splendid
Treat.

A Priceless comparison;
To a tawdry tale.
Of famous lives
With whom your life pales.
Yet you always try.
Pretending to be
When nothing, upon nothing
Upon NOTHING
Is for free.

Living boldly; unabashed
In someoneleses story
Pisses away your own;
Completely trashed.
Takes away their glory.

The thread of fabric;
You're supposed to sew;
In the material of life
That gives ebb and flow.
Screws us all out;
Of a much prettier tapestry
Live your truth
In honesty, not travesty.

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