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Rocking to new music, playing it over and over,
expressions of talent to be expressed in poetry.Never lacking motivation or intuitive scientificexplanations and concepts to be applied in poemsof future designs.
Going through lapses of memory, trying to revive them, yet somehow they’ve died inside.
Searching endlessly does no good.Hoping beyond what I can hope, being left out in a vast desert landscape with no way to return to normal ordinary things.Intensely missing myself, I go deeper inside, hoping to become catatonic, except through my writing.
Deafening silence seeping into my soul, regulating fate’s intense desires for my life.
All senses intensified with pure unadulterated truths of perfection, precisely managed with untold strength and verve.Altered patterns bringing forth designs from other inner dimensions.Solidly portraying mannerisms forward onto screens of a lifetime.
Listening to everyone talking, yet not hearing anything said, because I’m listening to rhythms of music playing to my soul.
Recalling moments in time as life proceeds from this day forward.
Tantalizing the wits of everyone listening
giving them pause as a voice rings out –flattened – run over – out of tune.Filled with a fervor though, singing hisheart out with enthusiasm.