Symmetry of the soul meeting with musical patterns of existent theories, tantamount to genius of imaginational depths.
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Minds peering out of eyes, seeing vibrations of
on wings of talent.Gifted under stars of heaven, taking time toexpress all of life in prolific expressions,spread into words of magical prose.Giving off perceptions no one else can see, becauseI am alone in my inner gifts, nothing bothering meon the seaside of my choice.4/22/13
Lines of life will end just beyond the next corner, out of sight.
light upon my brow.Loving this peaceful calm, letting waves of it’s tranquility washgently over me, filling all places of loneliness with grace of loveand serenity.Colors brightened intensely in the stead of recreated life.No longer squatting on edges, belonging now to the middle where noone can exist except the person whose soul it is.Never letting existence…
Lengthening shadows casting their pallor over visions of near death, filling interior ideas with volumes of images.
Senses touched and placed within emotions to be given to those who read between the lines, saturating minds with yesterday’s memories.Passing lonely days in separate corners of life than others on earth.
Tapping to beats of ideallic notes as they float exuberantly over my mind, catching every idea as it places it’s formulas alongside whatever comes to pass.
Catering to emotional turmoil, bringing out every morsel and placing it on the table of bereavement, placating sorrowful thoughts.
Details flowing and ebbing with tides of life,
concentrating on the quality all of us strivefor daily.Preparing endless compositions, rewriting,editing, finding different ways of expressionand feeling.Altogether, hiding within many facets of life,trying on with fascination, those that have notfit before, but now with maturity, it is adifferent story.Notes sounding their reverie throughout theheavens, scattering details of imagination intopockets of subconsciousness and creative genius.
Surrounding moments quietly in whispered conversations,
now that I’m getting older and wiser.Tranquil oceans sweeping continuously over fields ofimagination, planting flowers filled with brand newideas in lovely rhymes of thoughts.