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Watching for empty spaces to crawl into on my way
Always beckoning me on a consistent basis, takingme through portals and into many other dimensions.Acquiring knowledge and putting it to use in everypoem I ever write.
Slowly working backwards,
letting my past speak persistently in coded thought.Future marvels will always be spent in memories ofyesterday’s images, traipsing always down pathwaysleast of all trodden throughout life’s endeavors.
Forgotten outcasts stranded in lands of contempt.
yet not able to take the important first stepfor whatever reasons they hold true in their minds.Lifeless, ever aging in sincere doubts of themselves,foraging alley’s back roads not knowing or realizingthey can stray to paths of their own choosing.Somewhere along the way everyone must decide wherethey are going and make choices their inner self isexploring.Right…
Raking memories into piles,
remembered for the happinessthey once were when young.Intoxicated with the eeriecalmness they present anddrape over my mind.Alighting next door tomemories that jump and tamemy heart into songs of old.Whenever listening to thecrackle of leaves, I’mreminded of my youth.
Taking moments from life’s saddened exploits, replenishing my soul with brightened illumination from beyond.
Sojournly, stepping around all the lonely ones of being as I make my way into lands of poetry beyond lifetime’s boundaries.Living life the way it should be lived on poetical rhymes of peace and delicate beauty.Stringing all necessary views of nature in tapestries, unfolding the fabric of my life for all to see and participate…
Clouds stretching across a blue sky,
on one side of me.Yet, on the other side, there’s nota speck of blue to be seen.