Caught in the puzzles of expectation, we ride tidal waves of reality into our deaths.
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Succorious splendor, situating itself in my brain, touching gifts lying in wait.
Listening intently to a musical composition – I can’t tell you how totally it affects my mind.Soaring through imagination, never having felt this beauty so intensely before in life.Wanting it to continue taking me into levels of intellect, beacons showing me the way to go, as I write.
Swinging from ropes of life’s situations,
Never allowing it slack, keeping it tautso as not to fall into it’s trap.Singly taking attitudes, adjusting them,covering over them, letting it all be,until it comes collapsing on top of us.
Random ideas and thoughts collate within my conscious
Bringing together many wonderful, novel poems.Features of a gentle mind, kind and generous to a fault.Encompassing a feeling of untoward remiss, a blank verseof the universe, standing alone on the brink of a newdiscovery about to be brought into focus.Considering all things, pictures and images of an entirelifetime are reduced to waves of thought and…
Clouds floating across vast areas, images touching,
Waves gently rising and falling, leaving patternslying in the wind.Ripples coasting along, catching colors of abeautiful sunset.Alive with vibrant hues, splashed across skywayswhile being reflected in the ocean’s glassy, wavyface, silently undivided.
Slowly covering miles of ground
Walking, looking through whatever comes along,being curious, leveraging ideas into sight.Attempting to match it all with abstractcognition and finding all the right formulasto be made into reality, of new inventions andsongs being sung about them.Recognizing fibers of complete opposites,making and forming new instruments to beplayed by musicians in depths of rhythm.