Pursuit Of Happiness

I

f there is suffering, 

then there is pain, 

and there is wondering why men go insane? 

In the world burning and turning, put out like a flame, 

of a candle handled with a wick or wax to blame 

But, if there is joy, then there is happiness, with a pride, 

and there is laughter ever after, without a regret of a lie. 

The truth you remember, from your youth, is to surrender 

to the legal tender. And chase away your debt 

with your possessions rendered. 

As you believe in saving your dreams. 

Free of wages and things, 

in reality more important than things 

are the well being it brings 

to have awareness in your health 

as your wealth really sings 

taking care to share 

a love to dare in your wings.

Daryl Belcher

                                           Natural Observatory

Breaking my neck, looking as high as my eyes could see

I watched the sky and it had no blemish or mark

just immense cloudless expanse never before

observed and never again seen with spotless

wonder

The quiet solitary blanket with unafraid beauty

amazed at all of it, like an ocean looking still

no wind or wave

just a sheet of glass ice skating to the endless

horizon

My sense of intrigue went for a sail

off into the sea above with shaking breath

as I break down with tears

streaming from my ache

along my cheeks

staring at the face of God

shining down on me

Making the corners of the universe smile upward

And as high as the Most High

as lovely as the greatest gift

forever imagined looking at the show

         The Trump Stump

I’m a tyrant and I have high rent eating my meals for free, I have conflict of interests; I seal the deal, that’s me! I live in a world of high stakes; some say, in a world all my own, as I give it a twirl, the kind it takes, to set the bet for my home, that’s the house you louse, if you didn’t know my tower has power and pride!

The fire is doused with written notes of how I did the crimes to lie. My penthouse suite is full of tweets

Every twitter is bitter; I got the nuts to bust your butts, the bigger the better tits are the winners! It defines who I am, and why I fire the user. Because I can, you understand? And I get tired of all the losers! We stand divided, G.O.P. decided, to let me be the king. No, not a royal, just know that I’m a foiled dictator, that’s under rated to bring, war to score points, as they anoint me the tyrant, of all the polls, and then after I’m done with all my fun there are the taxes and the wall I’ve sold, the poor out about all I could, nobody but me can fix the system, after I’m through they won’t know what to do because in short, I have witnessed wisdom, in my mind, like ego and pride, my two awarded traits, to people like me claiming to be undistorted with hate!           

Daryl Belcher

Blues to the News

It is sick to convict inflicting the soul

Falling quick into the sands and stick to control

The consequences with our defenses slowly unfolding

From words unfurled in the world of only withholding

To the course of action with satisfaction and trust

Of course is a reaction to the distraction we must

Fear when unclear to adhere to the rule

Judging our fudging as we feel the nudging 

To revere the fool

Who is cool in the wake of today's addiction and affliction

Forsaking the ways of our mistakes and contradictions

Of up in arms when we are down with war

Up in tempo when the sound is more

Blues to the news

Discontinuing the selling of shelling

It is true to look within you to be compelling with telling

The way the soul displays consoling to stay alive

Dare to share what is there and to say what drives

Peace to ease and increasingly cease 

To endure wars door

Assuring we are curing with reoccurring rapport 

To open more

A way to portray, not  to betray, but be great in fulfilling

The day in a way we live today

And forgive not with hate and killing

The Brain

They say we have two sides of our brain
The right and the left
The right is easy to remember
It writes, and the left corrects
You might say, the left is a critic
As the right, writes and composes
Exposing the rose like poetry knows
And the left side never discloses
But rejects, with the decision
To parent with guiding or riding
And the right has no inhibition
While the left resides in fighting
The left leaves doubt with fear about
The right writes with delight
The left neglects to interject the  
The right to trust in the light
The left protects against nakedness
Correcting what is hidden
Despite the rights to enlighten
The night as dark is forbidden
Discriminating art
Incriminating the heart
The left affects our sight
While the left sees nothing
The right bleeds something
Like the stars need the night
The left has breath teaching of death
As the right has life to lead
To stir the words in what is heard
And exercises to succeed
The left side of the brain laughs 
In vain as the right explains the craft
The left side hides while the right confides
The last laugh in the draft
Left will edit not giving credit
To the rights right to recall
The plight of the right in the night
As the left is left to fall
The left is deaf to the sound 
Of liking what we write 
As we fight for the right to write
What we like the left rejects the light

Pain Explains

Take me to a place where the rivers run
And the ocean speaks of devotion
To deliver the sun
From east to west
Setting on the horizon
To please me without regrets
As I rely on the sea to move me
And free the currents and swells
Casting assurances and shells
Onto the beaches as well
As the shore
Before the waves
Take them back of course
As the sand pipers
Run with the patterns
Of the waves
Making sure the sun
Learns to behave
Just as stars appear into
The night
Wondering how far
Or near the sight
As the moon casts a tide to swoon your surprise
Kissing you as you rise
With moments of devotion as love is compassion
To love the ones who share the action
As the pain explains the hardships endured
Releasing comfort with a cure which is pure
Explaining the enjoyment of the moment
Receding in the bleeding and need for more
Ointment of relief as we need to turn over
a new leaf with a steady readiness changing
the tide relishing the refreshing breath we ride

Seeking The News

Why do I seek the news?
To find out about the war on terror?
To find out about the latest weather?
To hear about the shooting on campus?
To see what the stock market hands us?
Why do I seek the news?
To see the latest car chase?
To find out what's the latest craze?
To know how many are killed?
To show me plenty of thrills?
Why do I seek the news?
To find out about the score?
To say I'm well informed?
To catch the lottery numbers?
To make me feel numb or dumber?
Why do I seek the news?

Finding a Rhyme

It blows my mind 
to find a rhyme
in time with a line
sometimes divine
My purpose is a circus 
and is your
murkiest messenger
But it cures the stir 
and is as sure as
your recession 
where a dollar is a holler
and a doubt is a shout 
to the story 
without the glory 
and is about to get out 
Rhymes with chimes as these tall
tales climb to peak over the surface
and over the brink so my purpose is 
as though I can grow and think 
and the moral to the story is history blinks
When it comes to the war
we mysteriously link
Our every whim and desire to do better
Than what we see in the fire forever
A piece of burning needing yearning
For a peace 
returning if indeed 
we are learning
To increase 
and show what we know 
from the heart
Prose are for those 
who are poetry smart
And my rhymes 
are like lines 
in my mind 
of madness 
wondering 
if I can find 
gladness
In all of the sad 
gone bad 
in our lives
while finding 
a rhyme 
is how our 
happiness 
survives

Falling Back on

Too many songs and not enough dancers
To sing along with love as the answer
As the melody sweeps
The people off their feet
Making the shuffle to the street
A mere muffled speech
To put fear away as the people play
The lonely song into the night
Moving slow into the light
Moving more to slight the plight
And become bold to the old
As the young becomes sold to the
Eternity of words making the sound
Certainly heard with a pure
Cure of insecurities
As we scurry within hopes
And the fury of worry
Always falling back into the dreams
We follow as we lack the tangible
things we have to fall back on

Love Never Ends

She let out a sigh
Explaining her pain
To him as she cried
As they relaxed in the wind
To deny the ways of the world
For being weak is becoming strong
While we speak in loving words
Like the shade in the sun
As the rays of gentle days
Always find time to caress
Our ways as we play 
Holding each other
Reminding us of love
Never to end and depends
On enough of the love to get 
Us by in these days
Of the butterfly
To say 
We all die in our own time
When we live in between
Makes all the difference
Sometimes

Worth The Earth

All the while
Whales with smiles
The dolphins sing
On waves and miles
Of folding ocean blue
Into holding true to 
You know who
At the bottom of the deep 
Where the whales will meet
To be with Neptune of the seas
And the land wondering
If man will ever understand
Life is like the knife 
Cutting through the waves to save
From the fight for everlasting
Ways casting shells abroad
The earth worth the while
Applauding your desire
On fire with the smiles
On the land for the King
And the man at the bottom of the 
Ocean who demands a wave 
Of emotion understanding we can
With devotion plan to hand the earth
And ocean a way for today and a peace
To be solemnly called and for all 
To be pleased

Lonely Dancers

We have to believe in something more
Than what we are fighting for
As we indulge in none other
Than discovering war only suffers
The story of gore
Not glory and fame
And nothing for 
The goal attained
When world is one
And earth unites
All the guns without a fight
For borders or orders
To kill the man
With a weapon in hand
When we can 
Lay down
And play 
The sound
Delaying the battling hounds
For the right to authorize war
As we philosophize more 
A way to expose a day 
To rise above our foes
As a way to say
Love is the only answer
For enough lonely dancers
Starting to play from the heart
Starting to say who we are
As we are part of the wave
To start the ways to save

The Turning

We can be a cat on the couch fast asleep
Or observe the world as we weep

Or we can transform the norm and change 
The calling from industrial illusion

To a new world involving the living planet 
As we understand it exists 

On a level of developing bliss 
To conserve the limited resources 

And reverse the intimidating forces
That watch the world stay rolling 

Avoiding the stage controlling 
The ideals of illogical repression 

From the ideas of ecological aggression 
In the turning we are yearning to survive 

In giving every organism alive 
A chance to enhance every moment 

In the dance to romancing
Worthwhile enjoyment

Sacred

The library
With walls of 
tall shelves

Stacked with books
to look and to tell
Too much for any 

Person to comprehend
or read
Too many subjects

Authors like trees
in a forest
as we step in

Between the aisles
of worship
Only to see

Title upon title
Tripping along
Into the depths

Of knowledge
pondering and 
wandering alone

Wondering how much does 
someone need to know? In
order to think intellectually

To talk above the fellow man
Or to walk along the aisles 
to understand all there is 

To know 
To read
To comprehend

One becomes overwhelmed 
from the tall bookshelves
Perceived as unread

Wrapping his head around 
the complexity 
coming to the conclusion

experience is knowledge and 
to know is to experience 
without the appearance

of doing the choosing
Like one reads with breadth
As the other succeeds through

Sweat as the two 
become one of the same
Awareness where they became

Both assured there is more 
to learn, always more to read
more to do, more than ever

The Righteous and the Wicked

The righteous and the wicked
have two opposing sides

Some fell into hell
and some reside

In heaven with seven times seven
angels singing praise

As the opposition has a position
of contradictions raised

The world will twirl
as we hurl words of earthly ways

With the right to fight
what forgives and saves

Believing is to achieve what we do
As heresy is there to rationally prove

There is freedom
to run needing some fun

under the sun and moon
As the righteous choose

To walk and
The wicked live

To talk
As the good will listen

And should be missing
the one thing the wicked have

A life of sin
to live within

The pleasures
of leisure and to laugh

These are tactics
of a devil's advocate

with the opinions of sin
fading as the righteous

might just be of a higher
persuading

When living gives the righteous a dig
and evil wants to equal  the dead

The wicked have strife
in a solitary life

But the righteous
live forever instead

Awaken the Heart

It takes more than love
to keep us together
as we make it hard
to awaken the heart

Endeavoring forever
when we dream differently
and interpret them
without offending or

Pretending what they are
about
we dream
redeeming

The best person in us
Giving back
the lack of unconditional
trust

Awakening to make
everything as true
From the picnic to the palace
To the clown juggling the blues

Making light of our fights
When we are apart
Swaying in our days
Imbibing in the dark

As we console our souls
together for the days
making our roles endeavor
forever and always

Waiting On Stu

                                          

It is more about me

than about you 

when I imagine you

Sitting with your legs 

crossed 

drinking 

your Chablis

I swagger over 

with my drink 

holding you with my eyes

Wanting you to sip 

your wine 

and to my surprise

Your eyes 

catch mine 

as I turn away 

ashamed

My eyes slowly 

drift back 

to you and your 

cigarette

Wanting your company and yet

I see

you were waiting

To meet someone 

as you sat patiently

across the way

With my imagination at play 

we kiss and embrace

Not knowing but still showing emotion 

as we go through the motions in your arms 

smelling perfume letting me wonder as my mind 

wanders taking you to your room as if we knew 

each other better than who you were waiting for 

drawing off of your cigarette

Catching my stare as you blew 

the breath into the air

I was taking a chance 

your beau was not into romance

And I could dance our one and only dance

As you finished your smoke 

I joked with your

Fancy as my imagination
was getting antsy

as I thought to chance before your romance

Showed wondering if I could show you a better time

Pondering 

Asking your name 

I clumsily tried to explain my right

To sit down 

afraid of imposing 

with a frozen expertise

I thawed to remember 

you were a lady to please

Pleasing to the eyes 

knowing I would never see you again

As I accepted humbly and stumbled 

back to my gin

After hearing your heart 

was waiting for a show from a friend

Who intended to know 

you even though I never endeavored

Taking you away

I only wanted to show you a good time 

as I was going away

I introduced my love to you

At least my interest 

was appearing

Not like your Steve

I was Stu 
loving

and endearing

Act In Time

                            

Nothings for certain if you’re a person

hurting and flirting with disaster

As a factor in being an actor

faster than the world on a stage

engaged in a whirlwind age

wanting to save the human race

as we embrace

to erase our own existence

From the planet as we hand it

our insistence and ego as we go

to show in thinking

we belong when really reality is sinking

as we long to make sense of the nonsense

that we admonish

Exhibiting our own uninhibited

yet honest

Assessment in our investment

To survive

showing signs reminding us we are alive

With protest although we know best is just not performed

With pollution as the conclusion

is not in our best interest

Being informed globally

we are nobly only trying

When totally socially we’re all denying

And killing ourselves with all the wars and lies

Unwilling to admit global warming as we die

If we don’t catch the watch in time

and stop the switching off

Of our minds and cop to the scoff to find

Solutions to our proven problems

With our souls and our truth to solve and resolve them

Prince Of Mine

Teach me peace 
Prince of mine
Preach to me and
Teach me kind
Hearts of treasure
Beyond all measure
My continued blessings
Are Yours to pleasure
Let me be of service to You
Let me fight for Your Truth
Let me never waiver in trust
Let me discount the fear
And bust out of here
And be in Your harvest
Let me take lust and fear
And be of good cheer and honest
Let me be counted 
Let me be more
Than what
I am accountable for

Heavenly Home

Glory to God
Who has all the power
Glory to Him who only knows the hour
Of His return as we yearn His arrival
On the day we are caught up
And learn of survival
For a new life dressed in a
Spotless robe
To transform and bless us
Sinless with hope
For we are with Him in the Kingdom
Of heaven
Together within our souls
A heaven beyond our wildest
Imaginations
A heavenly home
To be ours
While He is with patience
And comes to us with open arms
As children will hug and not be harmed
Looking into the calm eyes of peace
We see the ways of His wise
And always loving demeanor
And our dreams become true
As He holds us close to mean
He loves us and all we wanted
In the world is to be loved
By Him and afforded
As He redeems us
Being the conqueror of sin
Being patient and kind
The lover of Him who He knows
And consoles our very souls and whims
And doesn't boast for we love Him
Who gives us everything
As we struggle and live without our sin
Knowing we are forgiven and the guilt
Is given away
Ridden by Him who
Has a blameless heart and shameless part
Giving unto our souls a blameless treasure
To our hearts behold a shameless record
As we are His and He is ours
To hold and give our very hearts
That verily love His contenance
And in every part above our wanting
As we are in bliss among Him for we miss
His message as we read His Word
As He gives us lessons from His heart
Giving us assurance and yet we still doubt
What His life was about
Making His mark in life a shout
For we know the strife He lived
To give our souls a life forgiven
By His Grace as we bow down
To only want to see His face
Shining with a smile
On our souls
As we smile back
All the while to glow
And become children to our Father
In heaven
To fulfill in Him with our
Love forever