Keeping to myself, not joining in, not wanting to hurt anyone or being hurt either.
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A liturgy of unquieted remorse, alive within thoughts ofundelight.Solitary awakenings coursing within, tabulating fortunesof yesterday.Forgetting the presence of any beginning thoughts held atbay within the pain of total living.Caring not for the last of programmed ineptitude, longingfor emptiness that loneliness can always bring.Forgetting past images, molded and shaped like clay, turningmemories into unfit acquiescence.Lighting horizons,…
Solace. What is that?
Walking down lanes of yesterday, seeking patterns of belonging.They never seemed to be there then and today I can’t find them either.Yet, when an instrument is played there I am, focused on the musical scores.Lightening moods, infecting me with prodigious volumes of emotion.Flowing, never changing, taking me into designs of imaginative placement where only I…
Making peace with everyone known in life, endeavoring
Benign thoughts focus across many horizons, searchingfor answers while forgetting the questions on theirminds.Tomorrow will never enlighten misery, only refocusit’s energy once more.Following directions into setting suns of yesterday.
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.