Then we shine with an inner knowledge that
becomes us in days of our future on earth.
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Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
joy of yesterday.Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it cannever happen, because reality is so true – so stark – you can’t get beyond it.Living through days of sorrow, grief pounding on my heartand mind, bringing reminders and traces of love to the forefront.
Scattering life across deserts of interior arid
images, soiling thoughts with blackened memories ofabuse.Left in corners through the years, neglected spacesof harm and hurt.Watching them rise and find their ways into poems to be read in silent loneliness.
Heavenly sounds falling softly,
of things.Making sense of total abstractions placed on paper, bringing everything into pure clarity as it also delves deliciouslyinto a feast of mindful thoughts.Taken in bouquets of ideas, closely gathered together in hallsof heavenly grace.
Youth wasted on spent elderly people, sitting in seats
with forked tongues.How pitiful and useless they are in their imaginedseats of importance.
Realizing facts of life don’t always add up, yet we usually take them at face value, leaving educated guesses in the past.
Living in apprehensive beauty, whiling away moments in backwards time.