All the love of life is entrusted with words of poetical content,
allowing me to be as literal as I could ever possibly want and until my last days I will enjoy it.
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Wind blowing ever stronger, pushing them faster withevery breath.Gasping at the speed, complaining loudly with thunderousvoices and white lightening – striking back to no avail,as the wind blows ever stronger.Watching this battle being fought from a front row seat,enjoying the spectacle immensely.
Expansive desires beginning on borders of yesterday, taking hold and securing motions on their way to yesterday’s love.
Yelling past cloudy curtains, looking into rooms of yellowed lace, wishing to find some semblance of old times from the past.Waving magically as twilight hangs itself in starlit skies above, leading others to distant thoughts of wisdom on dusty trails of old.Believing in unfounded visions, taking care to pray in silent moments of remembrance.
A bitter end lies within my sight, crying softly, crouching lowly, waiting to let go.
There is a past spread out before me, casting me to depths of despair, filling time with darkness in death’s open door.Time has packed it’s bags and left, no longer interested in what will happen.Tired of incessant sadness, crowding every moment, leaving nothing – joy and happiness cannot abide within.Winds of sand form dunes upon…
Overshadowing the effervescent personality bubbling
and calm.Looking through jaded curtains at a life passing by,noticing it is standing still, yet I continue incircles, connecting past and present moments withquickened memories.Standing on the polka-dotted carpet of some innerdomain, wondering how it got there and why it’s notalso staying still.Measurements of quality associated with innertranquility, falls forward spilling onto the pavement, scattering…
Celebrating our thirty-sixth wedding anniversary at Chili’s was a great idea.
A tantalizing tone and rhythm throughout lunch was very relaxing.We sat holding eyes off and on, seeing our love reflected, even after all these years.We had special desserts on the house which made a special occasion more enjoyable.
Quietly walking away, whispering into the atmosphere, not talking
Yet, the message has been heard from afar, telling the story ofthe tired rhythms falling out and down around unequaled fantasies.Begging to be understood the only way fathomed by gathering mediumsof talent and blending them as one.Forsaken ideas, never being spoken aloud, yet the whisperings canbe heard the other side of heaven, by angels guarding…