are shaped and fitted to my expectations.
They’re formed around my consciousness and
used quite nicely to explain myself in terse
verses of explanation.
Never leaving any voice aloof, placing them
all with images in visions of transcending
thoughts.
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Early morning pleasure, awaiting friends to come and join me.
Anticipating joy, being grateful for everyone I am friends with.Special thanks always through prayer to God in heaven for puttingsuch special people on my path as I travel through life.Writing my way, daily, enjoying gifts God has given and appreciatingHis goodness towards me.
Rejecting patterns being printed from another person,
Exercising my freedom, giving myself room to breatheinteriorly, leaving all recriminations behind as Itravel alone into the future.Never looking back, only inward.
Reeling across miles of musical melodies, taking their colorful hues and demonstrating life’s beauty as it strides across nature and desert botanical desires.
Sanctioning every thought as if falls upon prayers said in catacombs of yore.Feeling along stone walls, grasping stale air with tantamount sincerity.At last, emitting signals to match prosaic symbols and omens as they focus carefully on edges of tomorrow.Saturating even my brain cells with watchful sight, taking in every particle of each separate vision.Keeping together…
Strengthening determination sifts itself into me with a
Inherent abilities tend to move around and place me inpredicaments I’d rather not be in.Soothing, awakening a futility that’s arranged, bring-ing my mind to a capacity given from birth.Solving problems with an accuracy of percentages infavor of other dimensions.Figuring only about an eighth of mental acuity, takingme on many journeys throughout lifetimes as I liesleeping…
Statues of stranded thoughts left hanging in the balance of life with no where to call home, no one to care for them.
Stuck in between books piled high for reading, yet separated from any existence on earth.Left out in the open, unread, unlooked at, kept away from any other particles of life, encased in coffins of bereavement and stashed away in bare closets of empty houses, never to see the amazement and beauty of another mourning dawn.
Intensely feeling the beat of my heart in the middle of the night, forging indentations in my sleep patterns, creating vicious cycles of involvement, not wavering at all.
Entitling rhythms, causing many journeys to embellish traits as they crawl through all manner of turmoil and turbulence.Actuating necessary behavior in sections of perfect storms, left out to sea with no reverberations to bring them back to reality.