Advertisements, billboards, signs big and small, telling us what lies behind closed doors.
Cars, food, furniture, doodads and more – ours for the asking if we only shell out our money for what lies in stores of all shapes and sizes.
Tantalizing reverberations reaching out to our heads, hearts and stomachs as we wend our way down city streets of dubious distinction.
Passing all without regret or hesitation, our purses and wallets remain filled with our hard-earned money.
Giving timing no chances to strayfrom the rhythms at hand.Closely, attracting tones of etudesinto my mind, taking extra-sensorynotions to heights never known before.
set in times of imaginational space for appointed points oftactile existence.
Sounding off with little or no effort on my part.Tinging every tone with rhythms of my own, alone on shores of earth on days of unending bliss.
of familiarity through pain.Purposely denying advantages of the future, while letting go of the past and it’s failures.Echoing calls of yesterday, haunting minds of futility, dragging along fruitless tasks of living.Turning constantly away from degradation in life’s grasp, hoping and praying for a delicate, lace-like release, with a final resting place beneath death’s silken sheets…
Noticing feelings of intrepid silence, yet hoping to blend into nothingness, along with silent thoughts, left drifting in and over waterfalls.Taking time to delve into many aspects of imagination, believing that all things will eventually come together in a mutual ending.
Unfolding outstanding thoughts of beautifulyesterdays’, taking me by the hand, graspingmy heart with tightened grips.Believing that all of life exists for mytalents and their benefits.
