Contemptuous living, having elements akin to rhythmic essences, taking always, the best of everything life has to offer, and given freely, just because it is available.
Sincerely hoping for an eternal rest some day.
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Watching thorny arms scratching the air around them,
help them air out.Barely moving, entering realms of tolerance, keptstrictly in pastimes of memories left over fromyesterday’s mazes.Still searching for solutions to be provided andkept under wraps for secrets must always be kepthidden.
Waves tumbling like desert
Watching an essence of it’s dry beautyas it came forward and brought an extraamount of treasured verses to mind.Accentuating verbal pictures as theycrossed into realms of imagination.
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.
Being filled with peaceful notations carried to my mind on wings of musical notes, rhythmically in rhyme I fulfill my destiny under cover of writing.
Trusting wholly, my talent as I forfeit my life to attain it’s spiritual perfection in my shortened lifetime.Totally taking every beat to heart, I soar above life on clouds of harmonic delivery.
From out of nowhere comes the sound of silence, filling the air with it’s solitude.
There’s no untoward faithfulness pacing down corridors to prey upon timid souls.Only the sound of silence enters as a ghost and disappears with the setting of the noon day sun.