insinuating themselves inside my poetical mind.
Giving rise to many elapsed talents of worship
out in the deserts of latent life.
Always wondering if energetic beats will come
into being once again.
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Sounding off to musical tones of particular
Never letting go, penetrating alternativereplies to every thought.Always following, forgiving nothing, holdingonto angles, mathematically.Formulating many formulas never before beenthought of, tried or tested.Keeping altogether, myriads of ideas, as theyfall down into cisterns of odd-sounding tones.
Swaggering invisibly through ponderous volumes of life, involving therapeutic ideas of complacency, while investigating purposes and truths of every day living –
Tranquilly anticipating moods of being, life pivots andturns at every missing corner.Without reverberating images from childhood we wouldnever know where or how we began and grew over the yearsof our lives.
Maybe I am old, but I can feel.
I am still a person, though a little wrinkled skin is showing.My heart still beats and loves and hurts.Won’t you let an old woman have some dignity in her last days of life?Thankful for a listening ear, a caring heart, I can continue with heartfelt joy.
Milky white, spurting fountains sitting down
blowing through them.Wanting badly to be removed and placed in amore protective spot, where they can enjoythe life they have left.
Stepping up to the forefront
Government blaming difficultsituations on each other,pointing fingers.Yet, we the people know it was thecombined effort of every one of thepoliticians, not listening to whatwe asked them to do for us.(10/18/13)