Hoping for a reprieve from others and their petty annoyances, instead finding that
I have to hide myself from reproaches of jealous people.
Circling interiorly, searching for the words to soothe my soul.
Regaling imagination, using every aspect of it to continue life on my own pathway,
in my own time, alone by choice.
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Walking through halls of darkness, creating light as I take time to think – to ponder – values of our lives.
Leaving behind those who’ve hurt me beyond repair, for they have damaged my innermost core and hurt me.So I no longer will be here for anyone to get close to me or have me for a friend.
Clouds forming across my mind –
What brings them into this state of mind today –where can they fit in?Will they eventually write themselves into a poem?
Worrying about nothing, just participating in my life intellectually and curiously.
Exercising brain cells, taking them out of contextual boxes, spreading them around my imagination in wonder.Living in my own compartments, moving from one to another in sublime joy.
Secret hiding places kept forever,
Portraying silent shadows, aimlessly wanderingthrough inner universes, unable to connect inany dimension.Livelihood beginning always on ends of strangledropes, leaving possessions of interior souls tolocate their own resting places.Without help or discussions of facts, swiftly andsilently becoming what they have been from the start.
Writing in skyways of my imagination, locating every idea coinciding with native plains in desert colors of brown.
Putting them into gear and lifting off, heading to the outskirts of life and new horizons of bluened thoughts, chasing away the sadness of a previous lifetime.
Writing, trying to catch up to the tempo and rhythm, striking up a conversation within my mind.
Grasping all exercises of beauty and folding them into beautiful packages of music’s melodies.Taking every chance to be rearranged leaving all words everlastingly by, on a table of inner photographic memories.Staying aloft, soaring along motionless points of forgetfulness, taking every one of the stanzas left in melody’s hands and giving all that I can, as…