just to see my many doctors.
Getting so tired of visiting them,
receiving treatments, changes of
medicines, tests and more surgeries.
Just wanting to stay at home,
listening to music and writing out of
my heart, seeping into other people’s
lives when they read my poetry.
Elating my senses no end, with this
knowledge.
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Sapient decisions compiled neatly, preparing for death’s insistence
Carefully nestling beautiful memories in corners of my mind, placingthem in solemn spaces of accented serenity.Playing fancifully in depths of interior turmoil, challenging everythought that my mind possesses inwardly.
Stillness of purity sets itself before me in an attempt to wake me from a reverie of thoughtful memories.
Rightfully placing everything in filing cabinets of my brain, one day to be used in terse explanations of value to anyone who reads them.Significant words, portraying all of life on existent borders of fame, balancing writing with musical scores, as telling stories of lifetimes becomes a full-time epic of repose.
Cold and angry thoughts lie about floors of my emotions, as I step upon them, crushing them out of existence.
Socially they aren’t compatible with who I am right now.Sending them to slides so they may go farther from me, where I can concentrate without interference.
Psalms being sung from heavenly gardens, enticing me to come home where I may find peace and begin to hope in something again.
Opportunities come and go, yet even when taken advantage of – nothing seems to change.All of life remains tattered, soaked in tears and left alone.
Spreading music laughingly about the room, along with an exquisite energy of belly dancing.
Taking a rapid avenue to serenity, music brings it totally into being, expressing it in a lively and energetic stance, qualifying every step with an acrimonious piercing of the atmosphere, equipping every single moment with a vision of propensity.Across and back, pointing ahead to a center of focus, inspiring every passage of neurons to open…