Readin', Writin' & Rhythm-tic

I feel as though, I need to write

to pick up my pen and fight this fight

a word or two, two thousand or few

makes for cohesion that prevents

excessive bleedin'.

Be it old wounds, or new,

These are just my two cents.

I'm safe behind these words,

I can say what I want and not get hurt.

You can read me blind, or curse me to shame

exploit my name and finger your blame

but for whatever reason

The word is my Name.

To write is to live,

to thrive and to give

it's also poison

if I choose,

manipulation

in which I loose.

It's fate masked by fear

its outlandishly near

I can make believe

all that you conceive.

We are one, The Reader and me

because without your eyes

to thine I would not see!

There is nothing noted, underneath the sun

that hasn't been said

above all, none.

It is, it was, it will always be

I am just a channel to open for thee.

Thank you for allowing,

for welcoming this chance

I will do my best always

to make your soul dance.

Commitments & All That Sense

I've had a run-in with commitment
A wrestle to the ground pinned-down, smile to frown!
Relentless.

I can't seem to find a favorable fortune in sticking to a plan
It's just tea for gods sake
Not some famine in Sudan!
Defenseless.

So I wonder in wondrous awe
Bedazzled by my nuances of a soul so raw
For instance, this sentence...
I contemplate a simple film, in Angelica
But then again a poem to write is screaming for helvetica!
To me it feels like war and peace, or even the drama my Q's & P's
(It would appear as though I've got some spastic psychosis of fleas!)
Senseless

Running rampant, constantly trying to devise
A plan that would make, good use of my ties
But even then I can't decide, do I go with a Windsor or a simple bow?
Do I follow ahead towards things I know?
A called for leap toward a different street;
tryin' to keep on the straight and narrow in an old set of feet.

This is the balance of being incomplete.
I am complete
Finding a way to commit to change,
Perhaps sticking to the plan,
is my universal arrange.

My world
Fenceless.

Chance

I saw a lady today, riding the train
The look on her face, was sullen and wane
Coming from the library, all checked out
Back to the hood, takin' her route
I looked at her book, bowed my head in dope;
The pages were filled, with passages of hope.
"How to deal with your Childs cancer" the binder screamed;
Into my heart, as my soul was reamed.
All of a sudden, I couldn't help but think
How petty and futile my actions can sink.
It's not just her child, but mine and yours
Under the umbrella of light, unity pours
There is not one, we can think to ignore
Regardless the effort, involved in the chore.
Her library book, reminded me of chance
How the opportunity always, lies in our hands.

You'll find love

Right when the time is ready, he will appear
I know you find this hard to believe, but to me it's so evident, obvious and clear.
You are beautiful enough, Handsome and Pretty
you are talented and strong, independant and witty.

Perhaps the pool you are swimming in, is a tad bit too shallow
don't be afraid to go deeper, the challenge will bring hallow
The soul will stretch, as you reach out your net
bring you opportunities in abundance, on that I will bet.

It's all for the taking; you just have to let go
know in your heart, they are coming in droves
work on yourself, go on a date with yours truly
see if your having fun, or just being unruly.
If you can't handle that, or find yourself bored
perhaps where you're looking, is not the reward.

When you point a finger, 4 are pointed right back
so what you see is what you get, for that is a fact
if what you are attracting, isn't your speed
get busy on your soul, that's whats really in need.

You are already loved, you don't need validation
roses and chocolate are a fleeting presentation.
Don't walk the line, between how-do and when-will
be present in your moments, surely then-he'll

You are you. You are perfect in all.
We all have work to do, and in times we will fall
Remember this though, for me it's a doozey
especially in times of need, when I get kinda boozey;
loneliness is brought on, ultimately by ourself
it can not be cured, with success or with wealth
look to your friends, people who share
I know in your life, there are plenty who care.


"Even from a heart of stone, a flower can grow" - Zion Nefesh

A Fix

I try to open my eyes;
to taste the honey, smell the jasmine
In all it's wonder and surprise.
As I sleepwalk through; rummage and pill
I take little bits, for an easy cheap thrill.

Never enough anymore;
every step, such a chore.
Temporary gain, temporarily fulfills
for a moment though, it feels Beverly Hills.

But I know the wait, as long as it may take
is the ultimate treasure, awaiting my plate.

So I plant a seed, or three or two;
on my head and in my heart
and wait for my cue.
A dive into a process, of the never ending start
but renewal is blank canvas, begging for art.

To the end, it's back to the beginning
no rest at all for the faint, or the weak and unwilling.
What do we do with laziness and lax?
Push to push ourselves, beyond and to our max.

In logic, it's simple;
a welcome capitulation.
An end to a fowl;
My soul on probation.
It's a mathematical reprise;
enough will never suffice,
so the challenge really...
is just to get busy and try.

Guessing games, make for long mind tricks
you think you know what'll happen,
but that's not ours to fix.
Now is here.
It won't be for long.
A wake from a haze,
a call to be strong.

Lady Luck

Luck turned around and smacked me in the face
It told me, "stop whining bitch you're in the right place
Had it not been for me,
You'd have run back cryin'
Now you have opportunity
So no more whining"

A signal of caution;
Not thrown to the wind.
This moment right here,
Is not just pretend.

Wandering angels
Remind you just how
Appreciate everything, right here
Right now.

Best Wishes,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

From My Heart Filled With Love And Thanks To You ...

A million miracles, bestowed upon
To come to this time, when we all are one
When there no longer, is time for need
But where each of us gives, and hunger is freed.

However it may come to be
You are in my life.
You’ve touched my heart in so many ways
With your love,
Your gifts of wise.

I thank you forever,
For all that you are;
All that you have come to be,
And where in the future you’ll go far.
You are dear and special to me.

I beg of your forgiveness,
Either in this lifetime - or past
For any pain I may have caused you
Or any hurt you have amassed
That forgiveness be the greatest gift
In your heart as well as mine;
That nothing shall come between us
Not distance, Fame, or Time.

Joy and Happiness
Success measured in love;
It is my humble wish
These blessings find you, from above.

Our neighbors beside;
Or family members that we hide,
The dirt under the rug,
All “right” and “wrong’s” we hug.
The time is now, to just let go
Of all the judgments passed.
Just know that life is what we make of it,
In color or contrast.

Peace be with, your countrymen and you;
To thine own self be true.
Embrace the power of the universe,
All that is given, through and through.

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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The Paradox Of A Pointed Finger

There's so many diseases
So much pain,
Our seeking doctor- fix, pleases
Only our little
Brain.
So luxurious, to complain
But
what got us here in the first place?

We point a finger or two,
In another persons face
Shame him
For smoking,
Or drinking without pace;
Or;
Lying to his wife,
Not leaving a single
Trace.

But when the gun is cocked
When your ammo ready and stocked
When your scales of judment tipped
When your ego's pumped and ripped.
Single out, not one
Not one tiny tiney flaw
Cuz the gun that's about to fire;
coming from your paw,
Is aimed in your direction,
Thats the cold hard fact,
raw.

Judge not lest ye be judged.

It's not really him,
With whom you should concern;
But the man in the mirror
Who's image is bouned to burn.
Everything you do, comes back 10 fold in return.

Wake me up, please
When it's over,
The mess thats in my head
Is startlingly sober,
What I see now, is in red.

All the fun and games;
Making fun of folk
Is a sickening cherade;
A temporary toke.
When the moment fades,
And I think about what was said
All I wanna do, is crawl up in my bed,
Pull the covers over my eyes
Not take responsibility
Yet, now I am certain
It clouds my own ability,
To get closer to the source
Of unconditional love,
real security.

No one is alone.

Hell Breaks Loose

When all hell breaks loose,
No sense in resisting
Loose yourself in the moment,
Continuum persisting.

Get up,
Walk through that door
The one,
You keep fighting for.
Stagnant and repressed,
Comfort of obsessed.

Silly tricks,
from your head
Lay little what-nots
Of things you've said.

But here
When hell
Breaks loose
You have the choice
To fight like fire
Or to be hung
by noose.
You choose.

Hell is what you are living in
How you see yourself,
Depends on when
You make it heaven, or suffer the pain
Rise above
All your vain.

Hell is nothing, but a game
A matrix of your actions,
Your logic
Your complaints.

When it all breaks loose,
When it brings you down.
Suffer no more;
Emotions drowned.

This is it
Here in now
Wake up
Stop the chaos
Somewhere, somehow.

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Stark Possibilities

Possibilities are available,

Me and I, am not

been drowning in ... what's not hailable

and damn the temperatures hot.

Still I don't, know what's wrong with me

Sure, My karma can tell

I have really sunken deep

down into this very hell.

I made it up

can't let me give in

It's got to change

I've got to win.

I am in control of it

I know that

No matter, how unfailable

My little old trail

is simply

terrible.

Gotta finish this start

make a move for the mark

Ain't been getting very far

(don't need your car!!!)

The contrast is stark

yet still,

I'm well aware...

I'm a star.

A Moment To Matter

As you are looking ahead,
At much you can not see
Anticipation of what's to be said
Or of what may never be.

Yet, right behind you
Is a seat
To past experiences
You dare not repeat.
Some incomplete.
Others tidy and neat.

Look
To see if you grew;
Or if you know now
What you always knew.
Regardless
Don't ignore
All that was, and came before.

Tomorrows foundation
Is laid in the past
What you did before,
Will determine fast
How you live now
So let it last.

Make this moment matter
be sure to forgive,
Avoid idol chatter,
And let your soul
Live.

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Spring is Here; A New Movie

There a little more skin showin'
Flips floppin, biceps glowin
Theres vibrance, vigilance
A sense of renewal,
There's a desire for commitment
An air of persual.

You go through the courage,
to bury yourself In fear,
And then you find the drive,
the dream helps you get clear.

It happens every year...
Inevitably
Spring is here.

Not a flop, or a b movie
This picture is gonna be big
'starring in this story, gonna be grovie.
Not some ghello ass, ole rig

This is it, man
I can tell you that I'm here
I'm present, ready
Absent of all fear.

It's not like before,
At least to me, evermore
Nothing ever really changes
Except the screen, your soul
Arranges.

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Here We Go ... Again

What can I do differently, this go 'round?
It's not like mixing drinks, is so profound.
But I've gotta find a way, to bring something there
Recognize the opportunity, out of thin air.

Reminds me of, the drowning man praying for, Gods helping hand.
The boat came first, the man said "no thanks"
"God will save me, when this raft tanks"
Then came a plane, with a decending rope.
"No thanks, I believe in God" he continued to moap.
Low and behold, he eventually drowned.
When he got to heaven, he asked God "how"?
God replied "Why the heck do you complain?"
"I sent you a boat, a rope and a plane."

And so the tale goes, maybe this is my rope
Attached at the other end, is a whole lot of hope.
Perhaps someone, I need to meet
To take me to my next level,
As I serve him a drink.

So to this I pray, to see the light
When the going gets tough, at the end of the night;
When I stink like booze, and my dogs are barking
When the drunk in front of me, won't stop harping.
Don't give up, be greatful with heart
this could be,
a completely new start.

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Clear Direction

Sometimes a rollercoaster, on this map of life ride
With clear sight and direction, there's nowhere I can hide.

Potholes and speedbumps
Detours that distract
Knowing where you're going
Will get you to, the final act.

I have to remember, that none of this is real
The challenges are opportunities, from which I know I will heal.

What's required of me;
will not be easy.
Change my way
That leads me astray.

The system that worked before,
Won't serve me anymore.
The master of manipulation
Won't get me no jubilation.

I've gotta break free
I've gotta make a choice
I've gotta stop
choosing my opponents voice.

What will win me praise,
Fame, and glory -
Is the light that's inside me
A best picture story.

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Masked.

A mask,
What you wear to conceal your truth;
Something borrowed, usually from your youth.
Outward face,
to give them pause.
To think you are someone else,
with little, or no flaws.

The Idea;
that it will bring us closer together.
A need to impress
make yourself "bigger-than-ever."

Tricky thoughts
it's us who is wrought
with doubt and despair,
that no one will ever care.

It's just a fake out - make out
an illusion or disguise
who we are is, in essence
a true prize.

My Light/My Dark

I walk around like I am somebody
And nobody all the same.
What I am, is me.
Nobody is to blame.
I am celebrating my soul;
That special piece of god.
Nothing can detract from that,
No matter how funky or odd.
I am
All one with you, me
And nothing, that you can't see.
Brave and lonely
Caring and mean
Happy and sad
And everything inbetween.

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Seventh Telling

I swear; I am going to listen
For fear a disconnection
With all the distraction,
Of my self alone.

All my personal whining
While the world is pining;
for my help and my time.
I am asking for help.
I am asking to be noticed;
Begging to be heard.
This is my way;
As much as it may sound
absurd.
What I have been given;
My gift, at a glance.
So much more, I know
Yet, STILL...
so hard to chance.

Seventh Telling;
Clear up in that realm.
Sleeping angels;
In overwhelm.
Disturbing Dieties,
Waiting at the gate.
But
This time
I won't let them in;
Defense of hate,
They propogate.

Who am I?
A Prophet? Your Muse?
Your Guidance Counselor
I am amused.

An Education,
In celestial politics.
A PHD
In tumbling sticks?

Your Profess; is simple
It's all in a dream.
Follow to the edge
And heaven will beam.

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Certainty Renewed

The eye twitch;

An eternal wish.

Something's coming;

now to switch.

She told us it would;

wisdom to impart.

Rattles in the earth;

quakes in the heart.

It's just the beginning;

of a new dawn

No need to get alarmed;

your soul will spawn.

How will I react;

How will I proceed?

Will I throw in the towel;

Smoke a little weed?

The challenge is here;

The commitment is fierce

Only Requirement:

Through my heart, I must pierce.

All the answers;

The perfect play.

Right in front of us here;

it won't go away.

So Hold on;

To Let Go

Listen intently;

To those who know.

If you see me struggle;

Just kick me around.

I give you permission;

I won't make a sound.

Might fight you to the brink;

Make a big stink.

But My soul will thank you;

I put that in INK.