Sensing the wilderness floating just below the surface, giving me expressions no one else can fathom.
Left to only one person to write as quickly as I can to rhythm’s benefit.
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Quality of being is at least instinctive in off-colored ways.
Somnolent desires, awakening themselves with sounds of aromatic tastes.Delving solidly, finding the many attributes of another who cannot find herself, yet harps on unexistent wonders of the mind.Exercising self-stubbornness, causing herself a great deal of distress, because of what happened to her when young.A very traumatized sixteen year old, grown now and seventy-six, still hiding…
If tonight I should disappear from life,
If my shadow never again appeared on the shoresof life, would it be missed?Are the archaic answers of old churningrapidly inside your head?Can an answer be given to anything I’ve written?If nothing can change the outcome of withering demise,is life then allowed to die?Answers in requiem remorse can be countlessly preached,lectures given, but can any…
Watching from corners of remorse as futures get covered up with tons of other’s dirt.
No where else to go except in depths of my soul as it protects me from all manner of awful circumstances.
Elated by tunes of country music trumping up my soul, as it widens my scope of the world; entertaining imagination as it unfolds peaceful rhythms to be written about.
Shining fibers reflecting prisms of heaven in their delicate strands of angel hair.Beauty straddling an atmosphere of space, lightly taking it’s self seriously.Braiding together thoughts of outer generations, linking them now with the future of tomorrow’s songs.
Banging ignorant people into an oblivion of their own, keeping them far from my space in time – I have no use for their barbaric ways and ideas.
Frolicking in the bliss of make-believe eras, quietly tracing backwards in time, those ideas from a childhood, too soon turned into adulthood.Yet, the wonderful curiosity to find out what’s not yet known, is so deliciously tantalizing to minds of enticement from extremely early ages onward.
Tantalizing repertoires of satiny days of yore,
staking claims of nature within.Locating sensuous particles of being,and living on edges of life.