Traveling down roads, creating episodes
of tomorrow so I may continue my journey
through illuminated illusions of life.
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Watching people, noticing their postures and expressions, seeing their pain or happiness sitting on their faces – not knowing that someone is attuned to their emotions.
Sometimes just a smile helps them feel not so alone in this world.
Loosely carrying around mental configurations, waiting to be solved and entered in cyclical times to figure out where I may belong at any given stance in life.
Extraordinary depths of meaning fill my mind with invisible ideas, falling into step with visions being recalled to aid me in today’s writing.
Hilarious denizens of the city of Phoenix, attempting to micro-manage every senior at the center.
As you can probably surmise, it’s not going over too well.Community centers are for the elderly and disabled – a place they can go to for a meal, visit friends, a safe place.City Of Phoenix is turning it all around – now it’s a place of fear and abuse.No one is safe from the so-called…
A young boy, restless, wanting to throw rocks and chase birds, grabs a rock with two hands and tosses it with all his might right underneath where the water is flowing from the fountain.
Standing up, running across the wall, he disappears to find another way to help him calm his restless feelings.
Scrapings of the sky cloud my mind,
Climbing high into mountainous realms,living dreams no one else has.
Traveling down roads, creating episodes
of tomorrow so I may continue my journey
through illuminated illusions of life.
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Silence breaking into circles surrounding my mind,
Caressing my soul with evening mists, dancing aboutlifetimes of remembrance, fulfilling sorrow’semptiness.Arms of reluctance, tearing apart this soul fromit’s space, hurling it into atmospheres of yesterday.Staying away from people, finding solace alone on aseparate horizon.
Wandering wherever the music takes me,
Weaving reasons through poetry,and delighting in the words that becomea part of meanings erupting from my heart.Joining advocates of loneliness throughsorrow’s gates, developing emptiness throughartistic grace.Inquiring thoughts find emotions and attachthem to what I’ll be writing in verse.
Airplanes sitting down among trees alongside of houses where very little air can get beneath their wings.
Being dependent on humans for gas, water and a revved up motor, to hop into the air and take flight to who knows where.
Empty tables and chairs under a gazebo, awaiting morning people to come and partake of their comfortable pleasure.
Under a walkway, existing for our benefit, as wisps of clouds sail across my vision.
Wiping out life’s mistakes with a process of thought, delicately stemming from a subconscious whim of
Lighting candles down aisles of my mind, as I passthrough hallways of shadows hovering about my soul.Searching forever for the focus of answers neededin this day of twilight life and antagonistic horizons.Walking ever toward lightened clouds of knowledge,learning that – once again – life hasn’t stood stilland is revolving through many doors of dissatisfactionand bereavement.Yet,…
Spirals of thought reaching upwards, wanting to be touched by images comfortably entrenched in my mind.
Allowing a vast area of my brain to enter another dimension and begin describing it in details, unknown to anyone else.Reaching further into inner space, feeling it’s embrace as I tenderly pick words from a garden of beauty and stamina, creating many more poems to keep me going on pathways of invisible portrayals of novel…