to be used a lifetime, expanding Webster’s repertoire
and enlarging his vocabulary.
Concepts and perceptions realizing their purposes in
sentences of composure, laying foundations for future generations of literal questions.
Compiling years of poetical ideals into solutions of
reality, but only if people will listen to common
sense and perform what needs to be done.
Keeping it everlastingly tied to my intellect as I write every day, sending pictures to my brain, so I will always write from them.
Bringing instead, a topical assessment of interior benefits to soothe my mind from all it’s trials and suffering just because it’s a part of my being.
Full of trust and wonder, awaiting guidance only parents can give.Entrusted with their temporary care, do we bring life to themthrough our actions or our words?Do we take the time to help develop their inner talents and teachthem peace?Are we assertively teaching our children to get along in this world,or are we unfailingly teaching them…
Leaving me bereft and alone in an empty corridor far from home.
Rippling across the surface of mind-enticing beauty, a simplicity of conquest becomes known.Wallowing and swimming side by side, life unfolds gently, showing it’s underside to all.Vulnerable and swift, gliding quietly throughout eternity for wisdom’s sake.
Traipsing down avenues of secluded loneliness,finding particles of anticipation lying around,awaiting decisions to be made in secret conversations of silence.
