All in all a pleasant evening at the Wagon Yard.
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Science and technology advancing into the next century,
Yet, writing is the key of it’s existence, continuing throughout eternity.Without it, all progress would be null and void.Literature is the containment of all it’s fruition onpages of books for all to continue to advance throughone century after another.
Falling into depths of oceans,
Giving in to the senseless opportunities of incandescent thought, centering continually in margins of life.
Driving into a storm of lightening and thunder, circling issues of childhood set in permanent frames without doubts of what went on in days of old.
Sending messages into depths of subconsciousness, retrieving more intense emotions as they rise to the surface, polished and shining into my mind with prosaic intelligence, writing down every single atom with amazing confidence in self.Achieving many avenues of wisdom through incessant beats of musical perfection, helping me to step beyond limits of imagination, becoming treasures…
Catching sight of rhythm as it rocks me into the future
me back.Wanting to be loved and held closely at times, thenwanting to be let go without any fuss.A beautiful scene, being held within my mind, allowingme to be myself, alone.Not pressuring me at all as I slide into beyond, lettinggo of all the annoyances and trials of life.
Shadows lurk around every corner, waiting for memories to come to light.
Knowing truth of your existence deep in my heart, touching it gently with every thought, trying to hold on, yet letting death grow stronger by it’s own insistence.Reaching into hidden corners, searching for your presence, wanting to hear from you.Silent shadows penetrate my mind leaving me behind, hoping soon, we will be together again.
Collaborating with a peaceful resignation, adjusting life interiorly to attitudes that touch my soul, reminding me of the temporary position life has placed on me.
Reminiscing collectively, never harming or tattering what has already been done.Refreshing reflections mirrored in my mind, showing me what is transpiring as I write.