Writing through a deep, deep sadness always within.
Blackened crying, no light anywhere,
when I immerse myself in this pit of hell to write
what and how I feel each moment.
Engulfing many facets of inner tapestries, weaving
endless words into poems of feeling, emotion, worth.
Banging rhythms on words and images of ivory, placating
mindless moments, while filling infinite pages.
Loving impressions and quiet serenity filling my head
with poetical music, everyday surpassing my potential.
open and playing in my mind and environment.Sololy preferring music to human conversations –just sitting with someone else while melodiesare playing is more than enough for me to endure.Sacred emotions flee into pathways of rhythm asI think about them in quiet moments of deliberatesilence.
Hiding away, peeking around corners, hoping that I’llcatch up and take it by the hand so we may become onein time with a new rhythm.
Trusting wholly, my talent as I forfeit my life to attain it’s spiritual perfection in my shortened lifetime.Totally taking every beat to heart, I soar above life on clouds of harmonic delivery.
Totally appreciating everyone, I continue to move forward in spite of all the details pulling me down in spirals towards a darkness I have yet to know.
Bewildering traits of wisdom, keeping everything situated nearby. Folding within, holding all images, giving them free rein in depths of imagination.Never clouding any prospects of futuristic memories tomorrow.
Living beyond their means as often as they are able, yet you continue to be poor.
