Playing so no one else can hear, because I’m in the perfect space reserved for me alone.
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Prolonging thought, lengthening it’s stance as ideas revolve through tubes of creative processes.
Waylaid one October in the birth of an ideal language, supported by cryptic codes arranged in many colored hues and stepped over for other endeavors of peaceful reminiscence.
Mazes of truth we hide inside are dealt with on an unconscious level – one we are not aware of.
Watching tears spill down stairs of eternal destiny, a mind is filled with anticipatory words.Wisdom unfolding itself in a circular motion, watching as it slowly swirls from it’s nest of natural commotion into tides of motionless thought.Gel-like, grasping everything, holding it in a space of timelessness all it’s own.There are no words of prey to…
Mourning stars poking my interior mind,
Causing a sadness so deep, life cannotcontain it within it’s meager grasp.Holding on, being guided by a lone candleflame, lighting the way towards hope.Bringing faith closer, yet not altogetherclose enough to be used in prayer.
Slowly walking, strolling along, lolling in avenues of musical
Adjusting attitudes to fit moods of quiet listening, learningthat rhythms will always be right within my soul, leading methrough life and into my home one day in heaven.