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Hope is a cloud,
Gliding throughout the universein a spiral of mist.Hope prays for meaning, delicatelywhispering towards heaven.Alighting in a tangled web of pleas,hope struggles to live on in me.
Signs of distinctive beer hang on walls of establishments, proclaiming their spectacular beverages of undeterred drunkenness.
reprehensible forgery.Intolerance muting reasoning and logic – turning beingsinto non-compliant drunks against authority, whilefamilies break and fall into holes of hell.Drunkenness mostly maiming and hurting those who are perpetually innocent.
Feeling the rhythm of love and freedom, keeping it close to my mind as I write.
Politely racing on ahead, thinking of new ideas, socializing with patterns, weaving their way into my ingenious intellect.Illuminating every nuance as it appears on inner screens, filled with positive attitudes, sending me straight into heaven’s contemplation.
Keeping feelings to myself is no longer being done, they are to be shared with everyone, because they are a part of human nature and everyone feels them at one time or another.
Sometimes retracing steps they didn’t quite get and other times to rush ahead and enter the next realm of their existence.Along highways we travel together, yet we each take our own journeys.A combination of emotions and images, helping us gather ourselves so we may soon be realized in our own individual lives as we exist…