Treading water in my mind, waving to the person I long to be, but have only just begun.
Stung by the cacophony of turmoil others have caused.
Injustice thrown from behind closed doors, hurting me unmercifully with no end in sight.
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Taking steps into a nether world of emanating music.
Setting down times and motion into discreet rhythms of freedom.Totaling existence as it rotates in diagonal experiences on vertical plains.
Mourning stars poking my interior mind,
Causing a sadness so deep, life cannotcontain it within it’s meager grasp.Holding on, being guided by a lone candleflame, lighting the way towards hope.Bringing faith closer, yet not altogetherclose enough to be used in prayer.
Adjusting inner sanctums with candle light.
time in life.Torrents of happiness, finding their waythrough a front door.
Peeking above life, searching for indiscriminate matters
incorporated into mind messages.Guiding, leading, getting stuck and running through amyriad of ideas as they hold on.Soon to be able to become a part in a poem, being writtento musical scores.
All poets plan a stage of events, powerfully
Sticking straight to the point, never bowingout, messages are presented with very few words.Tears are jerked from souls who read poems,sighs manage to escape, sometimes even laughter.All the world is set in motion at the stroke ofa pen completing a poem.
Standing at edges of destiny, waiting for fulfillment to come into
Realistically knowing it cannot be in our life time.Having perfect silence, causing deafness to walk before me, steppinglightly in the wake of dawn.Protecting innocence from ever launching itself into depths of hell –reaching out – forward – tumbling over top of self.Forever searching – being at every moment – a tiny bit of human sea.Always…