entire lifetimes.
Catching rhythms and enlightening them through
prose.
Giving gifts from my mind to others who may divine
something spiritual from within them.
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Relentlessly pounding the air around me, pulverizing tirelessly, all beats of rhythms in my mind.
never retire.Following carelessly, steps being made up as I go on.Founding and creating new songs with every thought asimages quietly appear.
Competition between two people is a constant reminder that there are always two factions in life opposing one another.
Other times letting out only the bad in them.Life goes on, and competition is a part of it, only if it achieves the good in every one of each day.Otherwise, it should be discarded like an old rag and be done with forever.
Looking at a bed of crumpled sheets, blankets and pillows –
evening.Being neglected and totally displaced in a care center Idon’t even want to be in.Being treated as a disparate particle of non-existence,without any worth to anyone.Hating to imagine how others are feeling as they are leftin beds to fend for themselves, without being able to getout of bed, unlike myself.
Life follows lines of access into caverns of deep thought, aligned with many portions and particles of grey matter, untainted by environmental pollution spread by man-made inventions of destruction.
Stored in closets of perturbed ideas, holding on to any that may be used in future signs of pious liberty and major countenances for a few moments of enlightenment, attained by very rare individuals living today on earth.