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Whiling away existence, listening to a different drummer play a rhythm all my own.
Giving up my being to music of my soul, regretting none of it.Foregoing modern technology to just be myself and enjoy what I can of my life while I’m here.Satisfied that I can do no more than this, I live to justify my life at it’s ending.
Dreams fulfilling empty spaces with hopeful ideas, not knowing that it can never be any good in the long run.
Sliding forward, trying to invent novel ways of thinking in other dimensional attitudes.Circling atmosphere’s with empty promises never given any thought to.
Patterns of light and shadow
displaying dwarf palm trees,rocks and dirt.Landscapes being viewed by a poet,watching as they live again inpoems of a mind.
Calculating indefinitely through years of imprisonment
Relating every thought and moment to unspent wisdom,relying on inner perspectives of predictability.Innocent thoughts lying perpendicular to imagination’sinsinuation of reality as it flows and fills everyparticle of mind-bending emotional content.Specializing in feelings of abandonment, loneliness, andutter dismay of self-esteem.Taking back seats, always to others in life’s order.
Circling my mind, thinking about a myriad of ideas swimming deeply in my intellect, trying to decide what it prefers at this point in time.
Bringing up beautiful visions before me, giving my heart a sense of sight, beautiful to behold.Cantering through a photographic memory, believing in a spirit of harmony.