Sparkling wonder and awe for everything around them, shows through their eyes as it opens the windows of their souls.
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Waiting inside for changes to be made,
situations, happening to my being.Trying to live within it’s parameters,having a hard time sticking to thestrict regimens, doctors want me tofollow.Doing the best I can with what I have,attempting daily starts to keep going,grasping life for moments in time.(2/22/13)
Lifetime licenses to drive into depths of poetry keep me going through all of life’s trials and continuous suffering.
Sensing the feelings of everyone I come in contact with is emotionally draining, yet, I cannot seem to stop when in a crowd of people or one on one, heart to heart conversations.Being always in the moment, never backing down or giving in.Sliding into rhythms of yesterday while dancing into the future.Consisting always of an…
Beating patterns to my inner alcoves,
I can continue writing in.Sounding out a life of feelings,expressing them through poetry andleaving them at doorways for people topick up and read.Truths are told and laid out, never tobe released as emotions tell theirstories in bluened crystal tears ofbereavement.Sololy straying down avenues of everyday countless escapades, taking all theempty kegs of knowledge and depositingthem…
Standing in a spot of intellect, hoping to become a famous poet for what it is I write daily, filling books to the nth degree.
Sorry to have let down my defenses, hoping to be cleared of all injustices, so I can move on into levels of peacefulness.Stranded instead, in a place of turmoil, wishing, looking for a way to remove myself from this insistent dread, piled upon me unrelentlessly.Slowly, edging farther away from life, going out with the tide.
Standing at edges of destiny, waiting for fulfillment to come into
Realistically knowing it cannot be in our life time.Having perfect silence, causing deafness to walk before me, steppinglightly in the wake of dawn.Protecting innocence from ever launching itself into depths of hell –reaching out – forward – tumbling over top of self.Forever searching – being at every moment – a tiny bit of human sea.Always…