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Being deprived of the necessities of life, placing barren requests in front of others.
There are no qualities to be found in everyday life, nothing has value today.Lost in ever-increasing piles of clay, civilization is mired in lost pieces of hardened ceramic hearts.Oblivious to mournful cries of destiny, people tread ever – onward, attempting to fulfill what their thoughts of living are becoming.Mindless of another’s place in destiny –…
Empty banquets, unfulfilled,
can’t afford it’s high-priced food.Living alone, on streets of Phoenix,finding change on the ground once ina while.Empty stomachs, minds full of thought,none of it for prospering fate – justempty-headed ideas going nowhere, forthere is no money to change outcomesof daily life.
Reaching into depths of self, finding spacious rooms of loneliness and grief.
Tangled in webs of emptiness, I let go and fall into the abyss of a lonely life, away from the world and universe.
Silencing effects of music as it’s rhythm’s tempo beats on my mind with tones of perfect pitch.
Justifying every nuance, each note of perfection, as rhythm arranges itself in my intellect on the way to writing each poem.
Treasuring the memories of all events in life.
giving up any of them.Enlisting all traits of time into rhythms,coalescing in a mixture of turning atmospheres.Living in an existential pattern of behavior,never worrying about any particles of time aslong as they are enfolded in atoms of mercurialsilence.According to the opinions of other people, I amunable to live my life.How wrong I’ve proven them to…
Rotating on an axis is always holding me in circumferences of poetry.
Writing down every thought as it fills me with emotion and daydreams of all the yesterdays I have lived through and all the ones still standing, waiting for me in the future of my destiny.Brightly lighting the way as I gather myself in volumes of poems, telling of a life I have lived til today.