Fervently holding onto life in

of beauty.Picturesque screens with pictures riding in deserts of myown making, giving explanations to another sphere some-where in rain storms of future designs.Believing in a God, and being forgiven by the side ofheaven above me.Taking all the wonder and awe, gathered in gems of versewith me.

through storms of life.Tactical reasons continue to accumulate as stereophonicsound develops interiorly, never making a rhythmicaletude without soul-filled music.

Burying emotions and walking away from any feelings that tore atmy heart, breaking my spirit, trying to untame my soul just tocontinue breathing on a daily basis.As I hung my head and trudged out the entrance of life,I stepped into an abundance of tears piled high,just made for me as I peacefully died again, alone.

Becoming despondent along the way because everything in this little life must be done alone.No one to turn to for love and kindness, direction or guidance.Saturated in the grief of time, no where to go for relief.Tears, unwept, building a wall – a fortress – inside me for protection against life’s cruelty and perplexing, non-existent…

Calming me tenderly with notes, and starting words, flowing onwardly, keeping me connected to life and it’s ambitions.Writing history for years to come, going back in time to find peace inside me.