Cold, indifferent, generally standing in darkened
corridors, looking out with silent eyes.
Decidedly trying to focus on novel approaches to age-
old problems.
Wonderment sliding about unconsciously, warming
insides of curiosity, bringing ideas and thoughts out
onto open forums of knowledge.
Courageously seeking new concepts from abstracted
wisdom, a mind moves forward into a new dimension.
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Banjo strumming my heart, taking me to another land in time.
Delectable to my mind, a natural commemoration to nature all in one.Shortened, yet abbreviated in tones, quality eclipsing most other types of music that I’ve heard.Silently, listening to the rhythm unfold and meet me on shores of imagination.
Walking along edges of time, balancing the energy of life against death’s.
of familiarity through pain.Purposely denying advantages of the future, while letting go of the past and it’s failures.Echoing calls of yesterday, haunting minds of futility, dragging along fruitless tasks of living.Turning constantly away from degradation in life’s grasp, hoping and praying for a delicate, lace-like release, with a final resting place beneath death’s silken sheets…
Life takes on different steps as we grow older – we become somewhat slower with condemnations and decisions having to be made in black and white.
Moving forward, upwards, out of sight, we become distinct in our varied personalities.Not quick anymore to judge or condemn – we gently become mellow, allowing life to become what it will as we walk, observe, listen and be silent to nature and all those around us on our journey throughout the sunset of our lives.
Staring inward, looking for peaceful endeavors to
Wondering afar – deep into labyrinths and abyssesof child-held faith.Turning over every leaf and rock hiding withinimagination’s bliss, to bring about words filledwith solace and quiet poems forthcoming.Every moment of tranquil sensation forces stressout into the universe away from my soul intoeternity.Always and forever, allowing a peaceful calm andstillness to become part of my soul…
Tangling myself into weeds of tantamount jungles of words, testing every sound on beats in measures to forward positions into legal status, taking turns around the clock, poking about, over pages in books, written by myself for posterity.
Sounding off with little or no effort on my part.Tinging every tone with rhythms of my own, alone on shores of earth on days of unending bliss.
Straightening thoughts upon
trying to untangle webs ofdeceit given you by another,promising to love you only.