Interpreting them into profound poetry, to last
beyond my lifetime.
Showing me the way to prosperity and fame, believing
in myself and God-given talents.
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There are no songs in the midday sun.
Beginning from the heart where sorrow hides,brought forth to be felt in tears falling from eyes.Salted, wet, pouring into the rawness of hurt,burning your heart.Fulfilling feelings of sorrow and doubt.The end of it all culminating in a pool of tearsflowing out.
Touching interior pain, words of a song fill me with tears of grief.
Quality of life has been deteriorating more rapidly as I get older.
A predisposition for musical interrogation within a soul
of cognitive functioning.Displaying familial traits over the decades, overriding environmental concerns to make sepulchers of transient sculptures rising over moons and presupposing events of yesterday.Voices of eternal possession keep rising above every connection held onto over many years, forwarding lifeonto shores of tomorrow’s future destiny.
Inner desires being fulfilled with pockets of music turned inside-out
Whispering words as they play, my mind quietly spreads the peacefulness of each song across the wide expanse of intellect.Succeeding totally, to integrate existing sounds with what I am receiving within imagination’s details, while holding onto the exquisite stamina of inner turmoil.Dancing to the tune of incandescent brilliance.
Tantalizing melodies flirting with my mind, surrounding it with
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…