Noticing things through the years, seeking some form of answer.
Always left on stony surfaces, never finding a way.
Being blessed by God, we all continue on our way, never going in the right direction, according to others trying to tell you how to run your life – never getting a handle on their own.
space to move around in.Wide open expanses – just like my internal desert is.Blowing many formulas into the equation, so it mayeventually look exactly as I’ve dreamed.
Stored in closets of perturbed ideas, holding on to any that may be used in future signs of pious liberty and major countenances for a few moments of enlightenment, attained by very rare individuals living today on earth.
Never wanting to disturb the happiness I feel deeply inside right now.
Traipsing down avenues of secluded loneliness,finding particles of anticipation lying around,awaiting decisions to be made in secret conversations of silence.
Tasting emotions and feelings one by one, enjoying their savory flavors on the tongue of my mind.No excuses ever emanate from within, always at the tip of my pen, words flow out exponentially, no bars hold.Illiciting beautiful meanings of nature as each poem is born and bred individually in corners of wisdom’s home.
