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Clouds hanging like curtains over desert
Touching them with my mind as I writepoetically of mountainous stature,settling into nature’s picturesquehabitat, where I can reside in imagination’sreality.
Playing with rhythms in my mind,
Collectively transporting my heart andsoul into individual areas of interioressence.Forwarding messages of belief into aurasof tomorrow, retelling measures oftogetherness.
Thoughts raining down upon me, filling me with grief’s sorrow.
An eerie emptiness settles inside, catching me with it’s effervescent thoughts always in the foreground.
Regenerating particles of a brain bring cognition into perspective, allowing freedom of recognition to infiltrate every aspect of imagination’s intellect.
Fragilly taking limits to extremes, giving new endeavors hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Not being able to get out of the hospital and go to the cafe to listen
Feeling saddened by this predicament and wanting to be extracted from it as soon as possible.Wandering up and down interior pianos, poetry wanting to be expressed in talented voices, singing karaoke in the night.After effects culminating in blanket strands of tonight’s inherent rhythms, being put to sleep without being soothed in musical melodies and written…
Fulfilling peaceful interludes with a contemplative nature, one with God.
Everyday, ordinary life is precious, needs to be treasured while you have it at hand.Soon enough it is taken by death’s insistence, finalized in ends of natural time.Foundations of positions thrive in some instances, yet, we ignore these moments instead of listening to our souls.Tantamount to an energy deep within, we search for truth and…