Falling asleep in a land of make-believe,

images and memories aligned just so,waiting to be discovered and usedexclusively in poetry.Being sensitive to emotions andfeelings piled and scattered throughoutmy soul’s mind, awaiting a finalappointment with God.

pious, holy people who were once inside every day.Sayings being spent in bygone days, no longerapplying to the rhetoric of today’s world.Lighting the matches of destiny as candlelightextinguishes itself in self-deprecating silence.

Never perfect, we wallow in tears at times, not wanting to go on living.Listening to our heartbeat’s rhythm, pumping away at life, as tears flow constantly with every reminder and memory brought to mind.

Laughter spilling out into the crowd, offering an association of fun and companionship to all who enter the establishment.Finding themselves in a latent position of energetic facsimiles.

Let them go, let volunteers work and fund them and give their money to the elderly and disabled.

Forgiving an everlasting lonesome love with empty promises made before your mind became muddled with the ashes of Alzheimer’s.

Geometric visions fill my mind with mathematical equationsas ideas for inventions continue to amass in knowledgeable intellect and imagination.

Smiling intrepidly, enjoying every second spent in volumes of tones.

Rocking around, keeping pace with every beat as the clock continues to mark time throughout the evening.

Enlightening choices being made from spontaneous ideas set forth in melodies, sporting different situations.