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Feelings of joy seeping into every aspect of life,
of living.Settling down, every thought is captured and heldtightly for good measure.
Contributing genuine happiness to an interior
kept as part of being who I am.Through the ages though, it settles into anamount of sadness that can never be quenchedwhile living on earth.
Striking distance filling me with angry blows to my intellect, laying me low in an antagonistic forest of life.
Solidly posing for another photographic memory, listening to thoughts picture words for me.Showing lasting figures of difficulty as I feel through a pressure of being.
Noticing the hypocrisy of a lifetime in those with narrow,
Searching forever for open-minded people whom I can consortwith, enjoy conversations and live an open and clean lifein fabulous peace and serenity.
Striking chords with imagination, swiftly and accurately.
Aware of a point of no return, playing with joy and fervor, complacently allowing melodies to fall softly like flower petals upon the snow.
A woman standing on the corner, all ragged, dirty and alone.
She is a person. She has childhood memories and family.This woman has stories to tell, so why has she been left all alone on a street corner?