Never losing the wonder of angels as I watch them disappear.
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Sending messages into the universe,
Crawling down corridors, wanting toexpress emotions, yet being sowrapped up in youthful memories ofabuse, I find I cannot do anythingright now.
Lifetimes come and go, yet are hinged on relationships –
Timeless anger is situated in brains of creative minds,being able to express the meanness in poetry and rhyme,of what atrocities have been imposed upon them by anotherof scant concern for anyone.
Taking pictures in my mind, fulfilling the beauty of nature as it continues to surround me with it’s explicit reasons for being born.
Can you see or feel the heaviness inside me as I write of it, trying to explain it as softly and honestly as I can possibly do?Rearranging emotions, filing them away, taking them out again, always losing a place of understanding as I try to explain in plain simple English.Thinking instead, in my native language…
Calculating essences of energy, finding mathematically that life is filled with formulas, even one for death’s embrace at the end.
Taking whatever they can in the event they may be able to spread cheer throughout the land.Selecting phases, caricatures of nature, and beautiful landscapes of paradise on the way through life’s pathways.
Taking leave of all senses, finding self in a morass of sadness.
Tears tenderly, softly, falling down tracks, etched over time from all the grief being expressed through many years of existence.Any thoughts left have nothing to being merciful, yet compassion fulfills many an hour in contemplation.
Holding onto a faith that deepens with every prayer,
and looking forward to the time that I will be withHim.