in the end that is all there is left from our time
spent on earth.
Concentrating on work and useless endeavors takes us
away from our heavenly purposes of family, unity,
kindness and caring for one another.
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Singing songs of sadness, feeling them flow into my heart,
Tripping down memory lane, not wanting to remember theabandonment of a friend.Secluding myself from ever being hurt so badly again.
Battling between lines of coercion and rhyme,
Fortunate aspects of integrity split and produce clone-likeimages, countering intuitive desires, settling in uponinterior sublimity.Focusing intently on portions of divergence, accentuatingsome parts and taking them to specific sections of properetiquette and respect.
Happily jouncing through quiet-filled morning hours, playing happily in corridors of memories, tempted by none and cloaked in sorrow.
Flowering incessantly like small fireworks, words pop in my mind, gathering thoughts to images, creating poetry through acres of my soul.Vast expanses in an inner universe all my own.
Quickening the pace, rhythm strikes and takes me into pleasurable realms of exhiliration, combing through imagination.
Taking liberties with my existent intellect, savoring it’s wisdomas I write and recollect distinctly, attitudes of rectified life living within my subconsciousness.Touching softly, a gentleness set in memory’s times, imagescavorting and twirling with anticipation as I walk into avenuesof photographic scenes, helping to relive dreams of long agothrough writing of poetry.
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.
From out of nowhere comes the sound of silence, filling the air with it’s solitude.
There’s no untoward faithfulness pacing down corridors to prey upon timid souls.Only the sound of silence enters as a ghost and disappears with the setting of the noon day sun.