Forever reflecting, casting back and turning inside out, continuing constantly to write out thought for anyone to see.
Even the blind may see sounds of meter and rhyme without handicap.
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Silently unafraid, life lives within a being, creating
In time all is produced – one day we become – lookingback we can see the distance we’ve traversed.Lovely sights have risen to tempos of another day,dancing on edges of bridges created by lifelong giving.Peering over, looking down, searching for somethingthat is hidden in depths of whirling waters, we spendtime along hectic roads of life,…
Tuning together, in synch with one another,
strife and trials.Stretching themselves along rhythm’s clothes-lines, finalizing the ending of a beautifulsong, sung with a taste of honey.
Sadness penetrating barriers of inner peace, confusing, crushing
Satisfying no needs or purpose, turning everything into self-sacrificing piety.Inner piercing, cutting quickly, deftly to the core of being.All attempts at normalcy are in vain, as memories claim theimmediate images blacking out the future.Total abandonment fills the already empty place inside, whilerejection rains continually, solidly, through time.Wishing to see out the windows of life, can…
Centering all thoughts as they try to alleviate the pain situated inside many points of interest.
Staying close, rhythms placating all senses, as nighttime positions of being fall upon the essence of lonesome emptiness, unable to comfort any sections of my brain.Searching helplessly for a corner to hide in until all aspects have been taken apart and refigured in new designs.
It might have been inside, but the world is mine,
continually surprised by its’ wonder and beauty.Traveling on to all parts of earth at the end ofmy pen is a sensational feeling – one that I couldnever have without inspiration, talent and giftsbestowed from God.