Amazing feats of memory, taking me on roller coaster rides through yesterday and all it’s trials, suffering and happiness.
Serving me in depths of lifelong endeavors through poetical musings, carrying me forward into a future destiny of my own creation.
Playing on ivories of everlasting moments, taking liberties with each profound moment that I exist.
Holding carefully onto the passage of time, making sure I never fall into an abyss so deep that my poetry can’t get me out in writing.
Forever reaching outward, grasping elite bonds, ebbing out in silent wayward tides.Rushing over, titillating nature’s intimate peace with echoes of recurring nightmares.Oblivious to pleadings, underwritten by eons of undecided fortitude, crept upon by unkempt beings.Shallow sensing images, seeking revenge, contemplating untimely ends of certain treatises.Along pathways of dreaded fear, daring to walk carefully, hesitantly, into…
Lifting me above the noise of earthly riots – taking me soaring over the clouds, streaming by me in anticipation of another life.Taking me by the heart to another land beyond my life here on earth.
A general emotion of diffident silence, holding me together – at least for a while.
Nowhere finding any one to talk with, all have abandoned meon wayward paths of life.Strangulating every day, losing hopes preserved from one dayin the past.No more living to be done now or in the future as I write my-self an ending befitting a poet lost and abandoned by everyoneon earth.
Loving every dimension being elicited into realms of subconsciousness, to be dealt in hands of poetical verses.Never at a loss, always writing in serenity.
