Solo travels taking precedence over routine matters, finding subjects too concise, too judgmental to place in any type of sequence or order to make an applicable source of innocence.
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Cloudy days rain upon my mind, refreshing and
Cavorting, leaping, playing with abstractions,mathematical concepts and novel ideas ofliterature.Sanitizing all thought, cleansing all images,bringing about pure, simple poetry from withinthis soul, put there by God, when He gifted mewith this talent.
Steeping deeply in concentrated thought,
life’s chagrin.Solace being blessed just because it isinherent to an interior listening voice,rehearsed to the nth degree in love.
Beauty outstretched in nature’s heart, branches and
life’s heartfelt grief.Sorrow surrounding me as a blanketed wreath left overfrom graveyards of the past.Touching mind and heart with soulful fingers, praying.Tears of sorrow filling blue, green, gray eyes, nosights in view of a tomorrow.Only within, filled with reminisces of yesterday,pictures scattered throughout my mind, waiting to bepicked up and looked at with grace and…
Climbing rocks up the sides of mountains,
of falling.Knowing exactly how to continue upward, no fear gettingin the way of what I wanted to do.Life tempting me in every way, moving in directionsunknown by others, continually rising above obstacles.Walking through catacombs, finding my way out of thedarkness and into a spiritual light of beauty.