to go together in rhyming verses, interpreted just
for me.
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Looking through a doorway,
waiting for me to express it is a poem ofgentle blossoming in desert landscapes.
Reaching for understanding deep within myself, never finding the answers I search for.
Resisting other’s chilly personas, giving them an indifferent shoulder to contemplate as I go about my business, taking myself deeper into catacombs of isolation.
Reciting measures of melodies in my mind, regulating talent as it is portrayed deeply in musical sonatas filled with stories of life.
Taking down patterns of yesterday and replacing them with brightened florescence and darkened cavernous desires.
Riddles of life, puzzling with mystery and listless songs,
Giving me pleasure in moments of timeless events.Sorting through all the clues, trying to find the answersto unending questions.
Stymied, puzzled into labyrinths of indiscriminate specters of invisible thought.
Visions standing straight forward, balancing nothing between ideas, just writing every unfolded image into poetry.
Crossroads enter mind images now and then,
containing some enjoyment over the years.