Making a picture in mind then framing it
with golden words and beautiful colors.
Tasting the flavors of portraits,
standing along the hallways of my mind.
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Bouquets of roses capture my mind, setting me free, allowing
Circles of roses drift through my consciousness, portrayinglessons of musical instruments played for years.Touching soft petals, feeling their gentle fragileness as theyattach themselves to my heart.Riding backwards through time on tracks of railroad cars,visiting edges of time forgotten.Familiar faces popping up in memories filled with relatives and ancestors.A journey of past years brought before me…
Heavenly sounds falling softly,
of things.Making sense of total abstractions placed on paper, bringing everything into pure clarity as it also delves deliciouslyinto a feast of mindful thoughts.Taken in bouquets of ideas, closely gathered together in hallsof heavenly grace.
Noting every manner of feelings and senses being immersed in melodies and rhythms.
Shining explicitly with neon thoughts siding around my mind.Thankfully reliving all memories in sapphire atmospheres.Placing value upon whatever I see in nature, reigning over poetry with a gentle will, keeping company with musical trills experienced in total splendor.Always keeping to self, tripping alongside behaviors of others.Finding many formulas, adding them to lists of imagination.
Working for the city every night and day, grueling hours and lousy pay.
Selfishly costing people honest promotions – giving them instead to friends of theirs and illegals.
Stimulating brain cells into action,
undetectable significance.Following omens of formative ages,hoping to shun them and hide awayfor years, alone.Swaying gently in time, forgettingsteps to pose questions on empty daysof execution.Signing off with tell-tale opinions,regarding obvious illusions on forth-coming days and evenings.
Calling into accord with one thought, rhythmically endeavoring to produce a contemplative attitude of love.
Catching hold of innuendos, placing thoughts of enduring sympathy under lilies of compassion.Writing with an explicit purpose, relating the loneliness of being human on pages of empty-hearted exhaustion.Tired of continuing on crooked lanes of sadness, turning from it all to become a solo song.