Inspiration abounding, climbing walls and blossoming
like morning glories.
Honeysuckle wine being poured through our minds and
veins, awakening musical literature and art with
words of placid poetical texture and vibrant sound.
So lovely, being met and enlivened without undue
stress.
A myriad of ideas and memories being made with
extravagant thought and suicidal tendencies,
delivering musical, artful poetry to those around
them at any given moment.
Then all is shown to me in pictures that are worth one thousand words and don’t compare with anything else on earth.
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…
Awakened senses, creating poetry with silent awe of what God has created in our little world.Grateful beyond words, I quietly express myself in poems, musically brought together by rhythm and it’s tones.
Socializing with strangers, finding a manner of friendship waiting in the hallways, hoping to be met soon.
Enjoying desert landscapes, appearing in full attire before me with splendid touches only nature can bestow upon earth.An intense desire sits upon my brow, wanting to get lost in it’s immense beauty and vast space.Now looking outside of the narrow, darkened hallway, seeing bluened lights and beyond – their visions filling my intellect, bringing me…
secret place to come back to sanity and be what I am to be.I need to be alone with myself to try and find out where I’m going.No one else needs to know why I do it – it satisfies myself alone.Whispering particles of my life need to sometimes be rearranged andput in jars –…
