At last, we choose to get up and walk down plowed lanes, towards the top of the mountain, seeing icicles hanging from trees, dripping into memory’s mind.
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Life tangles us in mazes of energy, twirling us into blackest abysses with no exits to use.
Slowly walking around without a light to guide or lead, finding ways to begin anew each day.
Only after I am dead and gone will you see the wrongs you have
Only then will the guilt come back to haunt and maim your mind.Life must be lived daily in and through honest forgiving loveand compassion.No hate or contempt, lies or swearing to pass your hungry lips.All of life finally exists at that tiny moment of death, solive it wisely and do not brush it aside as…
Seeing flag-draped coffins of our soldiers,
tears pouring from my eyes, knowing they gavetheir lives for all Americans.Beautiful souls returned to heaven, guidingand guarding us from beyond.
Symphonies of stringed instruments playing in the background of my mind.
Taking imagination with them into outer limits of intrinsic space, foretelling omens of etudes as they appear on shores of tomorrow.Playing notes constantly in words of complicit definitions, portraying future portraits of musical poetry in heaven’s domain and realms.
Sliding and strumming along strings of my mind,
Deliberately focusing between notes held in rhythms,unfolding like blossoms, relating a sensual languageof music to coded mathematical concepts, lain bare forthe universe to absorb.
Belting out a beautiful song, no one else can touch,
So heart-felt and tender as everyone looks aroundwith tears in their eyes.No one has ever been heard like him before – steadyapplause and a standing ovation.He’s so humble, such a great talent, we all are happythat he’s shared with us.