Unfortunately, reasons are kept and not able to be released from her heart.
Tremoring, quaking quietly, tears falling softly from her mind’s memories every day.
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Left to my own desires, conspiring to do all that I have not been able to do while under a watchful eye.
Writing, drawing, walking around is all under my power, because I am in a room by myself.No one can tell me what to do with my life right now, so I just relax and enjoy it.
Slinking backwards in time, listening to modern day men play in a band of yesteryear.
All sponsored by Buddy Stubbs and volunteers for the cause.Music stopping, starting processes to begin and end midway through it all.Writing incessantly, trailing along roads in minds today.
Puzzling episodes of life jar my mind,
Having hope and praying are sometimes the onlythoughts that keep me going when I read aboutthem in my poetry.
Swarming strategically down lanes of shapeless forms, putting them together like puzzles left over from childhood.
Suspended in an era of lost purpose, now begun anew in heaven.
Taking on advantages of life, twisting and turning them to fit my style.
Solving puzzles of unconscious realms, dividing and conquering them without difficulty.Swerving to and fro, collecting memories and images needed to balance the life I have now.Traipsing over rough terrains of amnesia, attempting to locate trains of thought, locomotive ideas, to pull an essence of life out into the open, where I may see it all…
Life predicting events of times spent with family and friends,
Explaining the mysteries of yesterday in solos of etudes,bringing them into existence with every moment being expressedin words and expressions.