Then giving it back at the last moment to live out my purpose.
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Thinking back, picturing family,
visit, here in Arizona.Wanting his family to meet mine and gettogether for many good times left inmemories for all of our children.
Illogical conclusions arranging themselves
designs that make more sense.Using them in beautiful landscapes of scenic,artistic, calculated formulas, and saved forspecial additions to a book of poems.
Sitting nowhere, contemplating nothing I can see, hoping to be energized by mindful puzzles decorating photographic screens.
Far away, skating the skyways of my heart as I slide across my soul in feverish poetical styles.
Soundly listening to algorithms of musical formulas, intellectualizing every note and placing it into accountable treasures fit for royalty, yet given freely to anyone with an open mind.
Calculating interiorly, sounding every beat with intense fire and contemplative silence.Inside, burning with an intellectual ferocity of purpose.
Counting backwards into time, watching the past unfold
Joy being brought about through eyes of the child youonce were.Playing gently, soft melodious memories stored away inspecial chests, opened only by the keys of a child fromthe past.Plucking peaceful chords of youth, feeling them strikeagainst your mind – causing many memories to reverberate.Sitting back, relaxing, feeling effects old age hasbrought on, settling into a…
In the recesses of my mind are little known facts.
Things go floating in and out of my subconscious as if I were some kind of ferry boat.The only toll they charge is the pain of memories I had tried to tuck away inside.Why can’t it stay that way, so I can live in peace I say?But, when I go to write a story or…