Wondering about depths in future times, clinging to hopes
and dreams of the present – pasting them into photo books
of the mind.
Selecting poses and pictures of happenstance, thrilling
to their looks of musical clarity, hoping to spend a
lifetime in bounteous mirrors, dancing to innate
melodies.
Always, stirring on rims of oblivion, marching frankly
in the direction of our souls.
Inner piercing, cutting quickly, deftly to the core of being.All attempts at normalcy are in vain, as memories claim immediate images, blacking out the future.Total abandonment fills an already empty place inside, while rejection rains continually, solidly, through time.Wishing to see out windows of life, can see nothing but rain trickling down it’s panes.Washing dirtiness…
Make the most of your time with them, giving, caring, and sharing –heart and soul – totally.Do not diminish God with selfishness, greed, gossip or envy – giveto another generously, gratefully, humbly.Allow God to use us, through our relationships, our friendships with one another all our lives.Goodness of our Lord will reach another’s heart when…
Recognizing facts, centering upon acircumference of one, hoping it will comeabout and enter a time of seclusion so Ican meditate and find a peaceful type ofcontemplation.
Abstracting meanings and images, peeling them like string cheese, a strand at a time, in order to think beyond creativity, folding ideas into an eternity of justification and a dictionary of novel words.
Prayers and faith hiding somehow in backgrounds of hope, waiting to come forth and ease the pain with creative issues of rhetoric.
with rhythms’ incessant playfulness.Gathering every nuance into large bouquetsof poetry.
