concentrating on the quality all of us strive
for daily.
Preparing endless compositions, rewriting,
editing, finding different ways of expression
and feeling.
Altogether, hiding within many facets of life,
trying on with fascination, those that have not
fit before, but now with maturity, it is a
different story.
Notes sounding their reverie throughout the
heavens, scattering details of imagination into
pockets of subconsciousness and creative genius.
Unbothered by the materialistic world, preferring tolaunch a lifetime in silent captivity.Alone in a passive atmosphere, awaiting the thoughtfulpoetry of each day’s tide; complacently living asolitary life.
Touching emptily, the sadness of a lifetime with feelings of remorse, bringing beauty into the crystal tears of grief.Tasting the bittersweet joy of love and desire as it is drained slowly from without in hands of people envious of what talent I have.Staring vacantly inward, I respond by writing of it’s painful loneliness in space.
An everlasting aisle of tribulation continuing until eternity gets in it’s way.
Away from all the strife and peculiar notions of other people.Wanting to always move into other spheres and dimensions, stationed on the other side of heaven’s gates.Then being invited to roam God’s gardens at my leisure and enjoying it immensely.
Picturing it all on inner screens, portraying moments of design and pattern into motion, moving along sideways at times.Reveling in steps of particular notions and taking senses off into other worlds beyond me.
