through to the brain.
Delicious enough to taste and savor
in mind, allowing a fluid motion to
seep from within.
Touching interior passageways, filling
them with thoughts given heed to, by
conscious listening and productive
feelings.
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Feeling the rhythm of love and freedom, keeping it close to my mind as I write.
Politely racing on ahead, thinking of new ideas, socializing with patterns, weaving their way into my ingenious intellect.Illuminating every nuance as it appears on inner screens, filled with positive attitudes, sending me straight into heaven’s contemplation.
Twisting into a regular rhythm, beating to the tune of my imagination.
Taking hold of every loose idea forming in pools of crystal sand, showing us pictures of what our future’s will become.Beating rhythms constantly, touching senses of this mind, reverberating in caverns of stifled beauty, awaiting returns of brilliant voicing.
Misty-eyed morning, watching the sun approach on an eastern horizon.
Exuding a lightening of anxiety, tripping over it’s exertive forces, trying to avoid any and all adversity it dares to bring.Burying an exchange of emotional trash, putting it beneath tons of dirt – it should never have been lifted off it.
Beginning silence extending through the motions of energy,
my brain.Sololy bringing total concentration into view.Chugging off into nether worlds, always hoping to beginagain on other sides of life.Technically overloading all lines extending into heaven.