Stretching legs, prancing through forests filled with pine scents, lingering in my mind.
Leaving nothing to chance, rearing up and stopping to camp overnight.
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Beating patterns to my inner alcoves,
I can continue writing in.Sounding out a life of feelings,expressing them through poetry andleaving them at doorways for people topick up and read.Truths are told and laid out, never tobe released as emotions tell theirstories in bluened crystal tears ofbereavement.Sololy straying down avenues of everyday countless escapades, taking all theempty kegs of knowledge and depositingthem…
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Running fast, passing minutes on the clock, racing faster, moving further away from the source of anger.
Things are slowing down, slowly turning around, twirling emotions into labyrinths of darkness, carrying no lightened hope.Afraid of nothing, dragging on steps of yesterday’s memories.Stalking away, finding no lasting presence to confide in.
Stymieing thoughts, grating them against emotions, pushing into a very tumultuous eruption, speeding exactness of necessity into a placement of tidal motion.
Sending life scattering into directions of bliss, following precise quotas of afterthought.
Soaring above life, stretching it’s boundaries, not
Lifting me beyond what I’ve always known.Splendid beauty gyrating before me in colorful array,sending their aromas to my mind so I may write of them.Continuing to soar above life, enjoying the sightsbeing shown to my mind.Beyond descriptions of earthly terms, yet translating perfectly to my mind, like a foreign language, throughthe musical rhythms that I…