Beating in my mind, touching the very inside of my soul with a magic melody,

reaches of imagination’s storehouses.Traipsing up and down slopes of future literature,accumulating ideas and novel approaches as lifegoes on.

Tiptoeing whispers sneaking throughout imagination, creatingchaotic prayerful waking.Purposefully stepping out of tune, walking steadily, hurryingfaster and faster to catch up with many ideas spinning beforemy mind.Clamoring for a voice, a rehearsal in words, taking off andlanding, filling creativeness with new memories.Life-long listings being tapered down to nothing, finding nomore to say to company.Wailing mournfully, repeating…

Unless they are brought up and spoken of, no one can know what is going on inside your head.Thoughts become distorted and blur your common sense, distilling your mind, causing tears to fall and making your mind act as if it’s drunk with liquor.It’s not – but that is how the mind feels when it…

Unwritten words, settling for extremes ofopen-ended conversations.Liking many aspects of laid back musicallyrics, gaining access to a vision,tunneling underground, hoping to be found.

Turning about, leaving no traces of being here,figuring totals of some day will be found on doorstepsof tomorrow.Finally deciding to become a page in life’s dictionary,bringing new meaning into view.

Looking huggable, gently holding a little bird on it’s hidden thorns.Bees buzzing off and on the cones of flowers, pollinating the same.Treasuring within, memories of nature, as I hug an ocotillo with my mind.