Cautiously watching as images weave in and out, taking their time to leave profound messages in hallways of life.
Soothing music prolonging episodes of literature as it continues to flow, cascading down waterfalls of thought, never catching onto anything jagged or sharp.
Smoothly creating poetry because it’s fun to do and I love it.
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Particles of time descending upon life,
small sphere of reality.Always wanting more, desires runningrampant, overflowing onto distant shores.Spherical limits and boundaries circletimelessness of actual life.Dreams rotating on pathways of the sameorbit, shining blossoms of knowledgeinto the foreground where seeds wereonce planted.
Climbing trees in my mind,
Letting myself go, holding onto a freedom,growing expectantly inside, not letting anyoneinterfere with it.Grasping onto feelings, riding them off intosunsets where I can be alone on horseback,reveling in the spacious independence that hassuddenly come over me.An unexpected peacefulness has enamored my heartand brought me into an environment of a lonelyexistence where there is actually no…
Motion catches my eye as I watch carefully, the antics of people on the dance floor.
showing off their drunken prowess to one another.
Reason flees in desperation, as sorrow floods it thoroughly with crystal saddened tears, threatening to turn to dust, drying out my heart and soul.
Slowly turning around, seeing life in retrospect, tearing me in pieces as I realize that it is almost gone and I haven’t found any answers.No way to turn around the sorrow always pulling me into abysses of other people’s emptiness.Finding explanations don’t fit in with the emotional content of a lifetime.Sensing the grief in many…
Hitching imaginary horses,
full of literate meanings.Kicking hooves into the dustytrails, climbing mountains.Crossing rivers into desertterrain where life is simple.Flowsing easily throughyears of life, until its endingsends us all up the river andinto our eternities.
Portraits of inner sadness float out into the open so we may
Realizing the single purpose of our crying, we beginremembering close friends, now gone to death’s distant shores.Thinking of them, things we’ve done together, times we’veshared, becoming thoughtful more often as we grow older.