Qualifying all thoughts entering consciousness, taking mannerisms of politeness because God is here.
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Silence stilling my mind, then like magic, I’m writing of things that I’m hearing through songs and rhythms being played by Storm.
Precious moments spent in songs of the sixties.
Motivating moments encompassing
Sending thoughts on journeys intodiscoveries of other worlds rightaround the corner of my mind.Running into so many joyful images,awaiting my usage of them inpoems.
Emotional ties being what they are,
most inopportune times.Many grief-filled hours are spent inwishing away things that have beensaid mistakenly out loud.
Patterns of light flow across my sight,
down hallways of enlightenment.Justifying silent reverberations asthey go unnoticed on journeys ofcreativeness.
Hilarious denizens of the city of Phoenix, attempting to micro-manage every senior at the center.
As you can probably surmise, it’s not going over too well.Community centers are for the elderly and disabled – a place they can go to for a meal, visit friends, a safe place.City Of Phoenix is turning it all around – now it’s a place of fear and abuse.No one is safe from the so-called…
At last being sung a lullabye, softening my heart,
Sacrifice and suffering melting away like ice creamin a cone, dripping away, for now.Senses touching fragrantly, my being, bringing itto realizations of human nature.Wholly involved in activities encased in mysteriouspalaver, while hearing sounds of tomorrow’s destiny.