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Squandering time just to be alone with my thoughts, wanting to find a corner to cry in, remembering my parents in quiet solitude out of respect for their memories.
Doves of peace fly over my mind, kissing me with their love as I sit and cry alone.Sorrow surrounds me and I bow my head in silent prayers for their souls in heaven.Asking them to please remember me also, in heavenly songs of angel’s love.
Sleeping soundly in boxes of rhythm,
heart with their tonal quality.Reaching depths of my being withtantalizing seasonings of joy,fulfilling moments of truth withsplendid peace.
There is a child within, watching activity of the world rotating
Listening to opinions, ideas, statements made through life, siftingand mixing them to arrive at conclusions of her own.Watching carefully, everything in sight, visualizing, imagining things in her own artistic eyes.Not seeing what many others see, alone on a separate horizon.Sensing life, dealing with emotions deep inside, separating them inlittle piles that will cause no harm.Searching…
Wanting to express every thought in poems of beautiful
Wandering, always through sections of every movement,keeping time with others stepping into laid-back cyclesof earthly splendor.Sitting in jeans, feeling at ease, stretching exclusivelythe boundaries of imagination, taking in every nuance andexpression of facial enticements.Living alongside the ever flowing rhythms of easy living.
Chopping in real time, invigorating my soul, feeling the melodies enter my imagination with verve and energy.
Senses tingling, being disturbed in good ways as I am enlightened and led down pathways of entertainment.