to exact the following thoughts from measures of
exhausting, feverish musical episodes.
Winning the place of other worlds, having no other
spaces open to you.
Never following another, sticking to original melodies.
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An emptiness scours my insides as I listen to the Blues Brothers alone in the audience.
An entertaining time, yet missing that one element of family being together in fun.Searching images, finding those of past times together, smiling within as an emptiness still fills me silently.
Filled with a mysterious silent apprehension before the day has begun.
Somewhat saddened that they haven’t yet been heard.
Clouds hanging like curtains over desert
Touching them with my mind as I writepoetically of mountainous stature,settling into nature’s picturesquehabitat, where I can reside in imagination’sreality.
Certain enhancements being created, forming impressions to be remembered with musical compositions fully rehearsed beforehand.
Counting down notes, beating to extensions of outer linear memories.Sacrificing daily time just to practice playing and singing for a living.
Heart beats slowly with it’s coming age, healing quietly,
Growing forward, hoping to alter endings of tomorrow’sevening with bountiful goodness.Finding instead, that hope is fading, because fate insistson continuing down paths of old.It is difficult to heal quietly when sorrow exists in eachof us, refusing to go through a necessary period of change.
Stormy skies looking over a canyon river, flowing smoothly through rock-hewn walls, beautifully expressed in dimensional facets throughout.
Soaring above, looking down, enjoying everything I see and feel in sight.Loving the gentleness of God’s beautiful nature in His artistic landscapes, made to perfection, a faithful expression of who He is.