between dense clouds.
Beautiful in it’s own right, it catches
my mind without wavering, taking a stand
in nature.
Doing colors it’s own way, while displaying
novel ideas through it’s innate talent.
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Crying of my heart echoes endlessly in my mind.
pain of remembering.Laced across pathways created in memory banks, ripped and tornwith the ache of unrealized death.Trapped in circular states of mind, unafraid, timid repliesissue slowly forth.Panic swelling, tidal wave height, expressing anger ofunexpressive melodies.Sending and receiving messages unrelayed since childhood,sent on hidden wave lengths, disguised for years as poetry.
Moving rhythmically in motion, settling carefully inside, taking steps forward as life retracts itself from earth.
Lightening quick flames fan themselves, producing ideas and meanings of interior solitude, existing momentarily on shores of tides, ebbing and flowing in rhythm with lunar beams from another atmosphere.
Solitary moments quieting my soul,
with peaceful endeavors.Exciting innovative motives into anecstasy of energy, placating even themost rabid images set in time.Giving away the rhythms I’ve chosento place here for anyone to read.
Prolonging thought, lengthening it’s stance as ideas revolve through tubes of creative processes.
Waylaid one October in the birth of an ideal language, supported by cryptic codes arranged in many colored hues and stepped over for other endeavors of peaceful reminiscence.
Living life doesn’t mean you’re living – many days,
There are no untoward heavens waiting to take us inhere on earth – only hells to practice goodness in.Forever tasting a good life in our dreams – wakingto reality instead.However often we wish things were different – theynever seem to be, as we continue living in thishellish nightmare we call life.
Listlessly sitting back, watching people live their lives, knowing they are only standing around the edges, not really participating in most of it.
What does it take to move others into circles of their everyday routines, and actually enjoy what they’re doing.Pleasant activities are the most fulfilling – usually.For me everything has meanings, I delve into all of them whole-heartedly, not sacrificing any time, just being a part of life with all my heart and soul – not…