Images jumping, shouting, laughing, running – looking at them now, I see myself at play when I was younger and had no worries, because my parents did all the worrying for me back then.
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Unfamiliar surroundings crowding my mind, unfolding themselves to be explored in vibrant poetical words.
Likely aspects of reality are being opened and separated through an intellectual process known only through coded poems.
Putting a pen and paper in front of me is enough to set thoughts flowing constantly.
All thoughts locked up ever so long, find their way out onto pages soeveryone may read them.Deep inside, each time releasing emotions which have always thoughtfully been denied or stuffed inside.The past which has held this captive for so long, is coming out in the form of poetry, pulling me along, helping me to grow.
Walking incessantly on a treadmill, looking into mirrored walls on every side.
Next, to a recumbent bike to work out kinks in long-legged strides.Stepping steadily up and down, keeping track of steps – off to the water fountain for a drink.Exercising legs and thighs and stomach in a row – hoping to find an image in the mirror that I can like.
Bouncing along with a rhythm that touches my soul, preparing me for the day so I may feel the happiness God has given me.
Sounding scenic views I’m seeing on screens of my photographic mind –exceptional pictures, clear and explicit, like nothing outside of myself.Enjoying it entirely as all of rhythm plays to the nature of my being.Awesome tones being regulated by the presence of a duo playing here at Buddy Stubbs.Songs being sung at my personal request, pleasing…
Taking time to think, remembering all the times of happiness and joy with great clarity.
Following pathways into forests of yesterday, expanding future memories with a little bit of old.Time consuming in interminable periods of nonchalant character, becoming ominous on dreary days of silent being.Tossing every idea into pockets of abbreviated volume, hoping to be noticed in aspirations of talented imagination.
Stillness touching me from within my soul, keeping me steady, helping to focus on a near-by eternity.
Curious at every turn, I search for meanings, purposes, definitions, thinking I may find at least one of them.It never happens, yet I keep looking, hoping, praying that I may be one of His chosen ones – being brought to His heavenly gardens where I know at last, I’ll be safe at home again, family…