Solidly portraying views through an assortment of poetry filtering into my mind from above.
Listening carefully to emotional content, writing it intentionally into prose.
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Sparkling with delight and beautiful feelings, wanderingamongst desires of a wholesome life.Shadows slowly bending with the wind, allowing unfinishedpatterns to fall upon an ebony delight of yesterday’s value.Cascading brilliantly through quiet darkness of night,flowing gently over everything in sight.Hammering away the shape of yesterday with musicalcoquettishness, looking forward to moving strains of melody’s impetuous insistence…
People of all persuasions sitting at tables, filled with inherent abilities, touching one another’s hearts through musical etudes.
closely to minds filled with their grief.Slowly unfolding, opening eyes of individual’s minds sothey may see they are never alone.Closing doors, lighting candles, sending prayers toheaven for those who are isolated, afraid, into them-selves, interiorly bereft of companionship.A family of unity, everyone on our planet in one way or another, is connected soul to soul…
Looking out into nature, the only respite I get from my room.
Shaking their fragile beings, waking them from an evening’s sleep to greet the new day with a breath of fresh air.
Bewitching moments don’t happen very often and are seldom recognized for what they truly are.
Fooling you into thinking it was true love forever, when actually it was an infatuated mirage that faded from sight soon after the thought came and fled into the night.
Stillness of purity sets itself before me in an attempt to wake me from a reverie of thoughtful memories.
Rightfully placing everything in filing cabinets of my brain, one day to be used in terse explanations of value to anyone who reads them.Significant words, portraying all of life on existent borders of fame, balancing writing with musical scores, as telling stories of lifetimes becomes a full-time epic of repose.