Creating poems in written times, giving many thoughts an escape
into better routes of sensations.
Qualifying the existence of everyone who claims their voice in
memory of lifetimes on scores of paper.
Composing the essence of everything good held inside, giving in
to pressures of life as they reach up to grasp my mind and heart.
Taking care to never forget where they all originated and began
in me.
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Scouring the crowd, watching smiles fall about, landing softly, gently in this poem, standing in realms of greatness at Buddy Stubbs.Taking in the entire sound of yesterday, including tours of age-old motorcycles.Young and old, enjoying the beauty of this day, all together being entertained.Solace conforting each of us in individual ways.
Rugged and resounding, blaring through an atmosphere of quiet,
Traipsing along ribbons of melody’s highways, putting together abstractedness and clear precise sonatas for life to hear.Combined with nature’s ear and vision, life is a profound placeto be and spend time in.Several beats and notes define eternity for all of us as webecome etudes in our mind’s and souls.Treading on edges of make-believe, we live…
Peaceful serenity falls upon my mind, giving me food for thought as I fondle ideas with precision in grammatical order.
Honing in on a cacophony of harmony, keeping pace with it’s awesome ability to participate subconsciously and entirely in my intellectual abilities.Accolades of strident triumphs giving me moments of inspired tones, guiding me through tangled jungles of brain cells, tumbling out into many exacting rhymes of verse.Lifting my spirits, taking me away from earthly pursuits…
Clouds slowly, silently, cross the skyway of mind, bringing me to inner contemplation on another plain of interest deep within my subconsciousness.
They are already being placed juxtapositionly with God’s grace and mercy.Looking up, placing my mind upon brambles – thorns of an ocotillo.Fingerprints of all the yesterdays have become what my future is.Thankfully, gratefully, I place myself in nature’s guiding plans of destiny.
What is left after death?
Deep sadness expressed in tears, voice choked with sorrow.Life for you has ended and somehow I am expected to go on?Will peace ever find it’s way into my life or will thisdisharmonious grief be always with me?As if a thousand miles away, yet I am still here besideyou.But, it’s only a memory that I can…
Wandering down lanes of memory’s images, watching my past as it was lived when younger.
Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I could go back and relive some of them.