Dreaming of the good times and smiling in a dream of silent retrospect.
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Dreaming in mid-afternoon,
peace-filled repertoires file pastin exciting attitudes of appreciation.Being elated with misty-eyed consistency.Lasting impressions set in cells of a cortex,awaiting the obvious designs arriving expertlyin writing.
Light of evening falls away and nighttime becomes fulfilled.
Trying to hold together semblances of life, fragmented and tossed aside through misery.Facing hardships in abandoned loneality and sitting on many deserted shores, forever steeped in nothingness where love is no more.
Words standing on sidelines,
of universal knowledge, opening up amazingtalents, created in many different individuals.
Talking incessantly in my mind happens only in pictures as I watch my life entice ideas from what I see.
Sadness, emptiness, abandonment, loneliness – finding pathways to lead me onto deserts where I may find my soul intact.Quietly sharing, no speaking when writing down all conversations for posterity.Always taking time to feel what it is I’m seeing.Depths flowing ever upward as I qualify myself in creative juices – mostly ink on paper.Talent far-reaching, giving…
Moths flying high above in hot night time air.
Listening to the crickets chorus – I cannot see them for they’re hidden by the darkness of night.Slowly spreading across the skies, white, hazy clouds float by – proudly displaying lightening shows they hide within their insides.Every burst fills the air with it’s silent, brightly lit, lightening.Beautifully blue, it fills my eyes with the same…
Allowing safety of life in times of sadness,
manage to function and gain control overourselves and our emotions.